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Post by RekKa on Apr 14, 2007 23:17:19 GMT -5
***** You arrive home after a long day at school, frustrated. Your classes suck, the coach is threatening to throw you off the team, and you think your friends are starting to avoid you for no good reason. Nothing has gone right today. Mom's not home right now, and has left you in charge of your younger brother and sister. They're upstairs, doing their thing. It is currently around 6pm, and you're on your own for dinner it seems.
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 14, 2007 23:31:41 GMT -5
It's been a long day, and he's in no mood to deal with his siblings at this time, especially if they're fighting again, like they usually are. However, he knows his mom will yell at him if he hasn't taken care of them by the time she gets home. He goes to the pantry to find something he can start cooking for the three of them.
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Post by RekKa on Apr 14, 2007 23:40:52 GMT -5
You find something marginally palatable and easy to make. Mmm, good old mac 'n cheese with hot dogs. Boiling water's easy enough... considering cooking isn't exactly your forte.
"Ricky! Sven bit me!," Fjorna whines at you.
"She bit me first!" Sven yells from upstairs.
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 0:08:39 GMT -5
"Both of you settle down. I'm cooking some food, and if you two keep it up, you won't be getting any."
He stirs the water a few times and keeps looking at the box, making sure he's doing everything right.
"Have you guys finished your homework?"
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 0:17:15 GMT -5
"Yeeeessss," they chime in unison.
They leave you alone to cook. Fjorna settles down at the table and draws.
Your thoughts wander to your father for a moment. He's been gone a really long time this time...
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 0:28:12 GMT -5
He looks over at the family picture on the fridge. They all look so happy together. Why does dad have to be gone for business so much?
He throws in the noodles and sets about to cooking up the hot dogs.
"Whatcha drawin' little sister?"
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 0:41:17 GMT -5
"A dog. A big black dog. Whacha think?" She holds it up for you. It is indeed, a black dog. Well, maybe not quite a dog. She's decently talented.
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 0:49:37 GMT -5
Why does that... look so familiar?
"That's good," he says genuinely, "Where'd you get the idea for that?"
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 1:01:51 GMT -5
"Dunno. Just thought I'd draw it."
You look over at the pot. It's boiling over.
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 1:41:33 GMT -5
"Aww, son of a-!" He tries to grab the pot and move it off the burner quickly, then turn the heat down on it.
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 1:51:44 GMT -5
You succeed without burning yourself.
"You okay, Ulric?" Sven asks, finally coming down.
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 10:44:40 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just got a little distracted is all. Hey, did mom say where she was going tonight?"
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 11:40:45 GMT -5
"She didn't say. Kinda left in a hurry," Sven replies.
Noodles are done!
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 12:11:37 GMT -5
Ulric consults the box one more time before pouring the water out of the pan and then adding the cheese and beginning to stir.
"Did she at least say when she'd be home?"
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 12:26:53 GMT -5
"No. Like I said, she left in a real hurry."
"Sounded like some kind of emergency, but she didn't say what it was," Fjorna adds, putting the last touches on her drawing. "I'm done!"
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