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Ricky and Eni's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Post by Milo on Wed Feb 08, 2017 9:42 pm

(Hop in with any and every character. Whether or not they fit the setting. Just. Lets screw up Ricky and Eni's day in most mundane ways.)

Mr. Old Crow was a force to be reckoned with.

He stood head and shoulders above most (including his 6"4 husband) and smiled about as often as it snowed in Africa. His hands were well worn from a life first lived on the streets, and followed by many years of hard work in fields and with animals. Tattoos littered his body like detritus being swept down into a sewer; they were things he didn't think about any more, they were an unnoticeable but unforgettable aspect of who he was. He woke up each and every morning before the crack of dawn to tend to the farm, which was really no trouble to him. He spent a little time in the kitchen with his coffee and breakfast before heading out for the day, already dressed and showered. He was a man of habit and a man of preparation... Which made this morning particularly puzzling.

Long, black stray hairs peaked out from his ponytail and he attempted to tuck them away. His housecoat brushed against the side of his face while his foot bounced impatiently. His dull, grey slippers made muffled tapping sounds on the tile floor of the kitchen. Dusty brown eyes made a quick glance towards the clock hanging on the wall. 5:56 am. Not yet. Piping hot coffee waited in front of him in a plain, chipped mug but he made no move to drink. A newspaper sat folded beside him, unopened. If his children had seen him they'd have been shocked... Their Dede always had a newspaper on or near him, and he was always reading it first thing in the morning. What made this so different?

Mr. Old Crow pinched the bridge of his hooked nose and sighed. It was Tuesday. It always happened on Tuesdays, but this time he'd be prepared.

The clock ticked aimlessly. His foot tapped out of time with it.

Then... Then it was happening. Footsteps... coming from... somewhere! Where was it? He looked wildly around, his brows coming together in a mask of frustration and perhaps even fear. His eyes rested on the door... And he waited.

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Re: Ricky and Eni's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Post by Amber on Thu Feb 09, 2017 5:11 am

Ricky nervously pulled his hair back into a pony tail. He looked around his and Eni's bedroom as if something were going to jump out at him at any moment. Something felt off, the universe was...off kilter. He finished with his hair and he pulled on a blue flannel shirt which he buttoned up most of the way to hide the coffee stains on his under shirt. One last look around the room and he headed down stairs.

They needed groceries and he wanted to head out early to pick them up, it was a bit of a drive to the nearest store that had a decent selection of things that weren't overpriced. He walked into the kitchen and glanced at his husband. The man stared intently at the front door. Eni felt the weird ass shift in the universe too. Ricky grimaced.

Meanwhile, the drain in the kitchen sink softly gurgled. It was followed by a tiny squeak.


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Re: Ricky and Eni's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Post by Sethius on Tue Feb 28, 2017 1:47 am

With sigh the male stood fidgeted on the side walk wondering if he'd found the right house. Finding irreverence in it, and the dismay of his stalled truck he chose to cut his losses and started up the plain walkway across the yard before him. stepping to the door his spine shivered, as if someone stepped on his grave....or a particularly intimidating fellow was glaring through him from the other side of the solid board in front on him.

Gulping softly he adjusted himself, straightening his blue work shirt. brushing his jeans he lifted his tool bag and drumming on the door. Pausing he reached up touching his messy mop of hair and froze riffling into his bag and pulled his hat from it quickly pulling on the ball cap. With a small relieved sigh he mustered up what he found as his least awkward smile and waited a moment.

Shifting a moment he reached over and pressed the bell ringer oddly surprised as sound chimed inside.


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