A Man Around The House: A Family Thread

1LuckyUncle

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OOC: Open for two vivacious ladies.

My character: Dean Ratliff. 40 years old. 6'1", 185. Brown hair, brown eyes.


IC:


My kid sister was only 34 when she lost her husband to a drunk driver, a tragic turn of events that happened less than a month after my niece's Sweet Sixteen party. That was just over two years ago. It was a pain that neither of them seemed to be able to get over. The week it happened I quit my job and moved back to my old home town. What else could I do? They were the only family I had, and nothing was more important than family.

I got a new job and rented a small apartment about ten minutes away. Even so, it seemed like I spent more at my sister's place than I did my own. I had become the man of the house, and there always seemed to be an endless list of chores that needed to be done.

Sometimes I wondered. My kid sister was still young and beautiful. Perhaps it was time for her to get on with her life. There was still time for her to find love and to make a life with a new man. Maybe I was making things too easy for her so that she didn't move on.

It was just that I loved the both of them so much. My sister and her sweet daughter who had blossomed into a woman before my very eyes. There's nothing unnatural in that, is there?


Is there?
 
Candy MacIntosh

OOC: I'm only 19, so I wouldn't really feel right playing the mother, but I will play the daughter if that's all right. Here is my character Bio.

Candy MacIntosh
18
5'6
130 Pounds
Long Red Hair, Hanging down to her ass
Sparkling Blue Eyes
36DD/26/36
Tanned all over

Candy was appreciative of her Uncle for being there for her and her mother over the last two years. She took the death of her father really hard, and was just now getting over the grief, through a lot of counseling, and her family and friends. She had a secret crush on her handsome uncle, but would never act on it, or would she.

Candy walked downstairs one morning wearing a long t-shirt, and a pair of bunny slippers. I had my hair down, as I usually do, and walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. "Good morning Uncle Dean, did you sleep well." I gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then took my coffee and sat at the counter drinking it and reading part of the paper.

I hope that that's a good start for you

Candywine
 
Deanna MacIntosh

This young widow is only thirty-six, her strawberry blonde hair is starting to grey as she sweeps it back along her shoulders. It seems like yesterday when her first love died as she celebrates the second anniversary of his passing.

At first she stares at the wedding pictures before breaking down and crying. How strange it looked to have a five foot seven woman standing next to a five foot three man. It was humorous at the red skin that accented the ivory wedding gown in the glossy picture. A faint smile crosses the thin lips of rose as she recalls the nap in the tanning booth that left her a hot pink in color rather then the tropic tan she sought.

The nightmares seemed to deminish as long as Dean's voice called out to her some nights but the insominia made up for the extra hours of light burning. Deanna started to write in a journal but never showed it to anyone.. at least not yet.

Deanna also did the worst thing imaginable, she started to binge on junk food to cope with her loss. The sweet slender girl that weighed barely 115 toppled the scale at 200 last week. Her doctor considered more counseling and the possibility of diet pills but hesistated since she was becoming depressed.

The best part of gaining the weight was that it made her appear healthier instead of the walking bag of bones. Yet in her mood she became a replica of her mother and started to complussively clean. Within a month the house that was chaos was looking like a house from a magazine spic and span.

But she was going through the motions of living until Dean came back home and Deanna started to have him fix those things that were a "man's" job. Jobs that she feared doing as it meant that he was never coming back.

Deanna slowly melded back into life and was in the kitchen in a faded cotten dress, fixing herself a cup of coffee as her faded blue eyes scanned the back yard as if she was watching Jim mow the yard like he normally did.

"I hate drunk drivers.. they should never be given a second chance." Deanna muttered as she took a sip of coffee
 
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