TearsoftheWorld
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OOC / Casting Call: http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=782834
This thread will be based off the Conan Doyle novel and the television show that premiered on T.N.T. in 1999. The basic premise is that a group of rag-tag explorers go off to South America to obtain proof of the existence of a primeval world full of Dinosaurs and other creatures long-thought to be extinct. Stranded, they are forced to adapt and survive in their new "lost" world while trying to find a way back home.
~ ~ ~
Colleyville, Texas
The United States of America
Carl Harrison, Margaret Stanford's stepfather and doting husband to Julie-Cline Harrison, drove his 1988 Ford Pick-up into the driveway and parked it in front of the garage before turning off the engine. Reaching over to the passenger seat, he grabbed a small paper bag full of groceries and then shoved his door open with a groan before getting out. He kicked the door closed again with the bottom of his boot and then whistled all the way towards the front door of his house. Placing the bag into the crook of his arm, he reached forward and unlocked the door, pushed it open and then quickly closed it behind him before typing in the alarm code.
The temperature inside was much, much cooler thanks to the central air that ran throughout the house, but Carl would never admit to feeling hot outside. As long as he had some shade and a tall glass of iced-tea he'd be alright.
Having a pool out in back didn't hurt either.
Not surprisingly, Carl found his wife and step-daughter lounging out on the patio by the pool. Julie was sitting at the table under the shade of the umbrella while Margaret was laying on a recliner wearing nothing but a two-piece bikini, and, he hoped, ten layers of sunblock. He'd been married to her mother for nearly four years, but he still hadn't managed to break through Margaret’s tough outer shell. Her devotion towards her real father, Robert, made it almost impossible to really get to know her. She was an enigma; sensitive one moment and then brutally cold the next.
She did, however, consent to going on a trip to the Caribbean with him and her mother, but he knew in his heart that she only agreed because her father was part of a research team somewhere in South America. The name of the island escaped him, though even if he did remember it he probably couldn't pronounce it correctly anyways, and Margaret would probably meet up with him and milk her vacation time until they would return home and she would set off for school in the Fall. He and Julie had hoped to use their vacation time to give Margaret some wonderful news, but even if she didn’t take the news well, at the very least Carl would get to spend some quality time with his beautiful wife. In a few weeks Julie would turn forty-three, but she still looked like she was twenty, with long golden hair and delicately tanned skin. She seemed so peaceful, resting in her chair with her book open and her small fingers thumbing through the pages. He stepped outside and took a seat next to her at the table, leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.
"When did you get home?" Julie beamed, closing her book and placing it on the glass top of the table.
"Just a few minutes ago," Carl broke in. "Picked up a few things at Market Street," he added before sitting back and causing the chair to squeak.
He'd been meaning to fix that all week.
"How long's the princess been lying there?"
"About half an hour."
"Is she staying for dinner tonight?"
"I believe so. Why?"
"I thought she had some sort of rehearsal dinner to go to," Carl thought aloud, glancing over at Margaret when she sat up in her chair and started to reapply some tanning lotion to her arms and legs.
"That's tomorrow," Julie said, drawing his attention back towards the table. His wife reached forward and picked up her book again, then let it rest against her lap for a few moments before she forced it open and let the pages settle into place.
“Right,” Carl said, sitting back in his chair and letting his hazel eyes restlessly scan the sky for nothing in particular. Finally, after a few minutes of unbroken silence, he sighed peacefully and closed his eyes after clasping his hands together behind his head. At forty-nine, the dark-haired man from Tulsa had achieved much in his life. He had a good house, a steady job, and a family of his own. His father had passed away several years ago, but he was certain that if he were still around, he would be proud of what his son had accomplished.
“Well, I’m going to go get changed,” Carl said after a few moments. “What time do you think we should eat?”
“Seven?” Julie suggested without looking up from her book.
“Works for me,” Carl said with a nod, and then he rose from his chair and headed inside to shower and change. Margaret noted his departure from the outdoor patio, then looked towards her mother at the table before she closed her eyes again and focused on her music.
~ ~ ~
London
England
The hour was growing late, but George Edward Challenger remained behind his broad desk while his candles burned incredibly low. He he poured over numerous hand-drawn charts and stacks of papers that he had compiled over the last few years, occasionally diverting his attention away from his work to smoke on a pipe, his teeth clattering against the stem before blowing grey rings up towards the ceiling.
"Dullards," he growled as he recalled some earlier conversations he had with his fellows at the "prestigious" zoological society.
Challenger blew out one more ring of smoke and then turned towards his desk.
It would be a very long night indeed.
This thread will be based off the Conan Doyle novel and the television show that premiered on T.N.T. in 1999. The basic premise is that a group of rag-tag explorers go off to South America to obtain proof of the existence of a primeval world full of Dinosaurs and other creatures long-thought to be extinct. Stranded, they are forced to adapt and survive in their new "lost" world while trying to find a way back home.
~ ~ ~
Colleyville, Texas
The United States of America
Carl Harrison, Margaret Stanford's stepfather and doting husband to Julie-Cline Harrison, drove his 1988 Ford Pick-up into the driveway and parked it in front of the garage before turning off the engine. Reaching over to the passenger seat, he grabbed a small paper bag full of groceries and then shoved his door open with a groan before getting out. He kicked the door closed again with the bottom of his boot and then whistled all the way towards the front door of his house. Placing the bag into the crook of his arm, he reached forward and unlocked the door, pushed it open and then quickly closed it behind him before typing in the alarm code.
The temperature inside was much, much cooler thanks to the central air that ran throughout the house, but Carl would never admit to feeling hot outside. As long as he had some shade and a tall glass of iced-tea he'd be alright.
Having a pool out in back didn't hurt either.
Not surprisingly, Carl found his wife and step-daughter lounging out on the patio by the pool. Julie was sitting at the table under the shade of the umbrella while Margaret was laying on a recliner wearing nothing but a two-piece bikini, and, he hoped, ten layers of sunblock. He'd been married to her mother for nearly four years, but he still hadn't managed to break through Margaret’s tough outer shell. Her devotion towards her real father, Robert, made it almost impossible to really get to know her. She was an enigma; sensitive one moment and then brutally cold the next.
She did, however, consent to going on a trip to the Caribbean with him and her mother, but he knew in his heart that she only agreed because her father was part of a research team somewhere in South America. The name of the island escaped him, though even if he did remember it he probably couldn't pronounce it correctly anyways, and Margaret would probably meet up with him and milk her vacation time until they would return home and she would set off for school in the Fall. He and Julie had hoped to use their vacation time to give Margaret some wonderful news, but even if she didn’t take the news well, at the very least Carl would get to spend some quality time with his beautiful wife. In a few weeks Julie would turn forty-three, but she still looked like she was twenty, with long golden hair and delicately tanned skin. She seemed so peaceful, resting in her chair with her book open and her small fingers thumbing through the pages. He stepped outside and took a seat next to her at the table, leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her cheek.
"When did you get home?" Julie beamed, closing her book and placing it on the glass top of the table.
"Just a few minutes ago," Carl broke in. "Picked up a few things at Market Street," he added before sitting back and causing the chair to squeak.
He'd been meaning to fix that all week.
"How long's the princess been lying there?"
"About half an hour."
"Is she staying for dinner tonight?"
"I believe so. Why?"
"I thought she had some sort of rehearsal dinner to go to," Carl thought aloud, glancing over at Margaret when she sat up in her chair and started to reapply some tanning lotion to her arms and legs.
"That's tomorrow," Julie said, drawing his attention back towards the table. His wife reached forward and picked up her book again, then let it rest against her lap for a few moments before she forced it open and let the pages settle into place.
“Right,” Carl said, sitting back in his chair and letting his hazel eyes restlessly scan the sky for nothing in particular. Finally, after a few minutes of unbroken silence, he sighed peacefully and closed his eyes after clasping his hands together behind his head. At forty-nine, the dark-haired man from Tulsa had achieved much in his life. He had a good house, a steady job, and a family of his own. His father had passed away several years ago, but he was certain that if he were still around, he would be proud of what his son had accomplished.
“Well, I’m going to go get changed,” Carl said after a few moments. “What time do you think we should eat?”
“Seven?” Julie suggested without looking up from her book.
“Works for me,” Carl said with a nod, and then he rose from his chair and headed inside to shower and change. Margaret noted his departure from the outdoor patio, then looked towards her mother at the table before she closed her eyes again and focused on her music.
~ ~ ~
London
England
The hour was growing late, but George Edward Challenger remained behind his broad desk while his candles burned incredibly low. He he poured over numerous hand-drawn charts and stacks of papers that he had compiled over the last few years, occasionally diverting his attention away from his work to smoke on a pipe, his teeth clattering against the stem before blowing grey rings up towards the ceiling.
"Dullards," he growled as he recalled some earlier conversations he had with his fellows at the "prestigious" zoological society.
Challenger blew out one more ring of smoke and then turned towards his desk.
It would be a very long night indeed.
