Dennison and McClure's

[Sweetp4u]

Dennison's and McClure's

ooc:

This is a rendition of the Hatfields and McCoys Lit style...

Ok here goes, this is to be FUNNY!.. With a lot of petty squabbles, fights, arguements, theft and so forth. The families consist of:

Parents for each side: NPC's
Grandparents : NPC's

Assortment of: Brother's, Sister's and Cousins.

Ok, Next item on the menu.. pick a first name and description for your character. Once I got a pretty good even number of people in the thread I will PM you with your family Last name.. Kinda like a name in the hat and I will draw out who will be on what side of this fued. trying to keep it balanced out a little with male and female characters alike. Use bad grammar, bad habits, etc.. Eat Drink be merry and screw like rabbits in heat! hehe


Setting: Modern day, Hickville USA. In a tiny little town maybe 3,000 total population. All characters must be over 18 as per Lit rules. Both houses sit on 10 acres of property. Farmers (hicks) I mean trailers and broken down cars, whole nine yards. Both houses sit a few hundred yards apart, property seperated by a stream neither owns. So thats another fun filled squabble over water rights. Be creative with the fueding. No real violent stuff, meaning we arent out to kill Just be gods of the Hick Town. They can fight over many things, feel free to think of funny stupid stuff.

Welcome and let the Fueding begin! In the next two days once Character's are posted I will PM with everyone a last name to really get the fun started..

Keep watch on the first post in here for changes and additional thoughts and Ideas.

My Character:

Kitty
Age: 23
Description: Dirty blonde hair, green eyes, swears like a man and shoots just as well. She likes shooting the other side's chickens for giggles.

Works as a mechanic, but nothing ever seems to get fixed since SOMEONE, who will remain nameless FOR NOW keeps stealing engine parts. Damned neighbors have to have the same danged auto's they do, and some reason think the parts are theirs..

 

[nightray]

Scott

Name: Scott
Age: 25
Looks: 6’0 black heir hazel eyes 200 ponds muscular
Personality: thinks he doesn’t look as good as he dowse tends to be shy around girls. Smart but don’t let his family now so they down tees hem over it. He loves the woods and theirs nothing he likes dewing more them hunting and fishing. He has an expensive rifle that he bot in the city.

Family; moved to the city when he was young he moved back to the small town as he didn’t like the city all that much he’s one of the few in the family to have graduated from hiscool with exilunt scores.

 

[Shoty98]

Bobby Sue

Age: 21
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown with Auburn highlights, fairly long in length.

I work as the other family mechanic. Some days them there cars is fixed and some days they aren't. Somebody keeps comin in and stealin my parts as though I was a junkyard. I now work at the damned local market fixen there machines and there dilivery truck. Hell fire and tarnation i'll get that girl for sab...sab, oh hell for messin up the truck I was workin on and gettin me fired. I guess she got the last laugh....or has she? Anyhoose I enjoy huntin with a gun or a bow and long swims in the lake, I has to say the most fun to be had is playin tricks....

I have lived in this little place all my life our families fuedin and fighten for as long as I can recall. We had ourselves some fun times gettin even...and how is it they say....gettin a leg up.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kitty

She sat on the rocking chair on the porch, just a rockin back and forth.Watching the 'enemy's' pig sty for proof their is life after death.. (she heard that on the telly).

Her eyes narrowed a wee bit, the sassy wanna-be mechanic was at it again, stealin' her damned parts off her ol' dodge again. She utta just shoot her in the pinky toe for stealin'.. but she'd just go back later, get her part and perhaps an extra one for revenge.

And to think these people hadn't yet said sorry for stealin' her great great great........ so on grand daddy's whiskey recipe. She snorted, as if they could invent somethin' as whiskey.. not a brain cell one amoung the whole lot of them..

She sat back, gnawin on the blade of straw, just watchin' the peahens run around. She had chores to do, but it was more fun to watch the twit across the stream (their stream! not the enemies) pretend she knew how to be fixin' on machines she caint even drive.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Family Names

Nightray- Dennison
Shoty- McClure
Myself- Dennison
GrandMage- McClure
As you join you will get a side in this battle of who's top hick

 

[Shoty98]

Bobby Sue McClure

I wondered outta the house and looked across *our* stream seein her settin in her rockin chair, gnawin on a piece of straw like some cow in the pasture.

I grinned widely at least my truck would be runnin today, but knew full well she'd be gettin revenge. She thought she knew it all....bet none of thems could find their way outta a burlap sack. I placed the spark plug I had taken from thems truck in my pocket and moseyed on over to our truck.

I crawled up under the open hood, careful not to sit my ass on the damned latch and get a surprise in my kiester. It surely would be somethin I'd never hear the end of. Grabbin a screwdriver I put the cap back on and tightened down them bolts. Damn thems for startin this part stealin stuff, the stream that be ours and they just don'trealise it. And then there is the damned whiskey....ain't no good idear come from a Dennison as long as I known them.

I finally had all them wires back on the engine and cap and climbed down, closin the hood with me. I climbed on in the truck and fired that ol beast up with a smile...."Once again babe we be on our way" I placed my hat on my head and put the truck in gear, givin that Kitty a smart-assed grin and tipped my hat as I moseyed my way to the market.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kitty Dennison

Of all the low down.. rotten things to do.. The twit thinks she's won eh? HA! Getting up from her rocking chair, she banged on the house, "Git on up ya lazy good fer nothin's.." her alarm clock each day. Was good enough for her.

She walked down to "her" stream and glanced around. Almost fishin' time. Get some grub on the table and send her lazy brother's out to plow them fields instead of makin' googly eyes at the twit across the way.

Snorting, she walked over to her olds and hopped in. She had some things ta do in town.. Includ getting her parts back from that no-good McClure trash..

She hopped inside the car and turned the key.. nothing?!
"What in tarnation!?' She climed out, poppin the hood and peeked inside.
"GAWD DAMMED HER!" She glanced at her manifold.. Where the carberator Used ta be..
"She's gonna be sa sorry she ever did sumpthin like this to ma family.." She slammed down the hood, spit on the ground and glared over at the other side of the stream. Maybe she would just go on over there and take back her cow they keep stealin' too while she's at it.
"Ma! Pa! Wake up dangit.. Thems babies are a wailin' away in dere..." She hated annoying noises, even their gay rooster over across yonder way..

 

[The GrandMage]

Name: Dwayne
Age: 24
Occupation: Work? Huh? Wha's dat? He hauls crates around at da market for money, ifn dat's what yer askin abou'.
Appearance: He's a biggun', stand about 6'5" when it's gunna rain, 6'3" when it's good 'un dry. He got some o' dat dere ravem black hair down to 'is shoulders, sticking out everywhere and not very clean. Covered in muscemles, he's dat dere labor-er for da family, totting around trucks 'n stuff.

Kinda han'some, if you get over his squashed nose an' da fact his eyes are two diff'ent colors. Ones blue and da other's yeller. Or maybe one's blue and da other's brown. i's hard ta 'member which color's w'ich. One's like dat dere sky, da other's da ground. Chin strong enough ta wrestle down a bull, and his teeth may not be straight, but at leas' they're not yeller. He brushes twice a month, and they sparkle like spacklin'. He got one o' dere mail-order edumacation's, but SOMEONE kept stealing dere mail! So he's got some intellecimization, but he couldn't graduate dat dere highmaschool.

Relations ta Kinfolk: He's a fourth cousim, thrice remov'd, and his momma was some French Whore down in New O'leans. He got sent up ta the family 'cause he done scared dat dere doctor silly when he was pulled outta his momma. And he weren't born at any hostpital, so his birth was paid for by the hour, ifin ya know what I mean.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kitty Dennison

She walked over to the pull trailer her Citified cousin was snorin' away in and kicked the door hard three times. "Git up lazy bones, do somethin' to be called a Dennison.." She walked away mumblin under her breath about the sin of city life.

She made her way down to the stream and stopped short. The enemies ox of a cousin was just walkin outta their 'sty'. "Well well well.. if it isn't ol' brick brain.." She just sat there, hands on her hips glarin' at the invader.
"Oohhh daaaaaaawayne.. you all done pokin yur cousin already?" She laughed at his look. "heck.. I justa bet he doesn't even know what a pokin' is.. poor chickens..."

 

[The GrandMage]

Dwayne McClure

He snorted, looking across the stream at the dumb ol' cow who was mooing at him. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a clean white shirt, which was a miracle, someone must have stolen back the detergent the neighbors kept a-stealing. Pulling on his second boot, he frowned, hopping around a moment to tie a knot, the most difficult part of getting dressed, besides finding something clean.

"Well naow, if it isn't da Dennison's cow. Wha's wrong, can't find yer way back home, or ya jus' tired a chewing yer cud and suckin' on yer cousin's pud? Or ya jus' tired of fumblin' around dem dere two-in...intch,....inch, two-incher cocks an' looking for a real rooster ta bed down wit'? Or da yer tits jus' need a-milkin'?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kitty Dennison

She laughed out right, "oh yur just sooo smart. I betcha yur just jealous of the men folk ova here, ya know.. twice the size of ya. must be hard keepin' up with the real men in dese parts." She walked up the bank callin out behind her as she went. "You best go tend yur wemen dwayne.. I heard them bleatin' out in the pastor awhile ago for dere man.." She wiggled her tight barely covered ass up to the porch and sat back in her rockin' chair. exchangin werds with the enemy alwus left a bad taste in her mouth.

She bent down and picked up a piece a wood to wittle on while she waited for the kinsfolk to git there buns outta bed.

 

[The GrandMage]

Dwayne McClure

He shook his head, turning as he started off for work. He jus' couldn't figure out why God would give a woman such a good-looking figure and such a bad temperment. "God dern Dennison womenfolk, such pains in the ass, yet so sweet on the eyes."

Glancing about to ensure no one heard him, he sat down on a tree stump near where the car should be. "Damn,....she left already. Womenfolk, bah."

Deciding to get his revenge, he went off around the back o' the house, and dug about a moment, pulling out an old slingshot he'd buried so the Dennisons, born theives they were, couldn't get their damn hands on it. Grabbing up a little rock, he pulled it back in the slingshot, letting it loose at it's target, Kitty, sitting like a sittin' duck. It cleared the stream with ease, cuttin' through the air towards its target. "Dern cow."

 

[tequillashots]

Jethro

Age : 23
Weight: depends on the month
Height: 5' 10 1/3"

I reckon i done has sum skoolin but not much. ma n pa needed me to plow the feild and work round the yard. so not much skoolin. all i know i learned from hands on experience. i own me own gun. found on road. grls flock two me. must be me smile. or maybe me egimication.

 

[tequillashots]

Jethro McClure

Wakin up was alwaz hard tu do when u livd wif my sis and my bro cuz they wer alwaz in the wshrm and i culdnt git in ther tu do me bizness. So i wld have to wait fur them. But when i wuz up and mobile i wuz the life of the partie.

This mornin wuz difrent. I hurd my sis leav wif her truk so i culd do what i wanted this mornin wifout her naggin me. it wuz enuf that we wuz fuedin wif the luzers across the ditch but to have to fight wif yur own kind it wuz enuf to drive a sane man crazy.

i did me bizness and heded outside. sure enuf the bitch across the ditch was lookin to cause truble. i culd see her pikin her seat agin. and if that wernt enuf she be smellin it as well. i holler over tu her..." Hey yu, smellz the same evrytime don't it", then i turn and sit in me luky rockr. just rokin back n forth...

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kitty Dennison

She got nailed in the ass end with a rock! She whipped around, glaring at Dwayne. "You'll pay fer that ya sheep rump ranger!" She whirled and stomped up to the porch, rubbing her ass as she went. She then heard the moron pipe in, Turning back she glanced over at the other McClure coming out of the house.
"You boys best git on over to the pasture, I hear yur bitches a'callin'.." She sat down, shotgun now in hand, loaded with rock salt. Yeah boys.. just a little further and yull be not sittin' fer a week..
She loved to piss those boys off, even if they were cute under their filth, they were still the enemy.. She rapped on the house again, "dammit! Git up in there, I'm swarmed in cow shit movin' this way.." her favorite terms for the neighbors.

 

[poohlive]

Billy Joe Bob Dennison

Billy carefully moved his hand back and forth, feeling the warm skin underneat.
"You sure is pretty," he almost sang, feeling like he had just found true love. There wasn't any other way to describe what he was feeling, after a night of passion like that, honestly, what could he think?
There came a snort from his little princess. He moved in the hay, putting them in the spoon position. For the last week he had been sneaking out into the barn, and finally Bessie had opened up to him.
The pig got up, shaking herself off. Billy looked at her wantingly, as she straddled her girth over to the feeding trough.
"Oh right, breakfast, o'course."
He came back with her vittles, carefully petting her head. He put on his overalls, watching her eat, just like an angel. Look how she slurped up her food. How could someone not love the pig as a graceful and loving creature.
"Thanks for the wonderful time, Bessie," he winked, moving on to do his morning chores. Animals needed to be fed and watered, along with some other things needed to be done as well. Looks like it was going to be done of those days again, didn't it?
Sure did...

 

[nightray]

Scott Dennison

My eyes slowly open as I hear my cozen kickin at my camper. I grown as I look at the clock I yell it’s to gall darn early in the morning to be gin up. I sit up searching the flower for the lest dirty close. Knowing that if I don’t get up she’ll com in and drag me out. I stumble around the camper finding some worm mountain Dow to wake my ass up with. I slam the door open letting it slam back shut behind me as I tilt the letter boatel of Dow back and start to guzzle it.

I look down looking across are stream at the ideates across from it. I smile as I see one of them hit my cuz in the ass with a well aimed rock. I narrow my eyes looking at the sling shot. I muter the dam theffin good for nothings stole my sling shot. I slowly walk over to the porch say good morning cuz if you can call morning good that is. I sit on the porch step watching the enemy suspiciously.

 

[geri]

OOC: Finally figured out a character:

Daisy Mae

A right purty gal with curves that rivaled the mountain paths here 'bouts. Only ting is she don't have a thought rattlin' around in that cute head o' hers. She's a cousin in some way or 'nother but thinkin' 'bout how she is related to anyone hurts that blonde head of hers too much so she don't worry 'bout it none. As long as theres a willin' male ready to tell her how purty she is she's a happy girl. A useless one but happy. Now if she could jus figure out who's side of this fued she was supposed to be on people might not get so mad at her. Hell, a man's a man no matter the last name, right?

 

[Forrester]

Martin

The word for this boy is L-A-Z-Y. The only thing he works at is excuses for not working. Sometimes he puts more effort into getting out of work than he would if he just did the damn job but it's the principle of the thing. Sandy brown hair that is long and shaggy cause he is...you guessed it...too lazy to go to town to get it cut. Grey eyes that are more alert than you would think if you knew him and if you could see them through the mop of hair that sits on his head.

The only thing he will get motivated for is shooting. Anything. Be it coons, deer, or one of the enemy. Of course that takes a lot out of him so he has to take a long rest in between the times he picks up a shootin' iron.

 

[The GrandMage]

Dwayne McClure

Snickering to himself, he slowly walked back around the house so he was out of sight of the thieving neighbors, and the thieving relatives. He pushed a rock over, and started diggin'. After a moment, he had a nice sized hole, dumping the slingshot in the hole and covering it up before hiding the newly-turned earth with the rock.

Smiling at his genius way of hiding things, he listened to his stomach a rumblin'. "Dern near fergit 'bou' breakfas', t'ose dern Dennison's such a bot'er."

Dwayne wandered in the house, coming back to the porch with a jug o' moonshine, and a sammich from a couple days ago. Sittin' on da porch, he looked across the way as he took a swig o' whiskey and a bite of his sammich.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kitty Dennison

ooc: everyone is finally here and has a family. There is no real set plot other than torment the other side. Now remember, enemies hate each other, but hormones kinda kill hate. lol. Have fun, do what ever (no taking over the world GM) and have fun. Thanks everyone for joining. Let's have some fun. One last note, I asked Lustyoo to join to make 4 -5, if you know another gal that might be interested, or see this and are, please feel free to join in. Any questions feel free to pm me.


IC:

Welp, those good fer nothin' were up an outta bed. No use sittin' here all day watchin' them do nothin' but wander aroun' like a buncha idiots. She walked over to the ol' dodge and lifted the hood. Glancing inside, she growled again, "Twit.." She sure was boilin' mad, but she had to admit it to herself, that was a right low down no good thing ta do, and funny.
Heading over to their ol' plymouth, she lifted that hood and started removin' that carb. It would work, both were two barrels. She got it removed and started over towards the truck, Dwayne was still sittin' there chewin his chud. She had a plot in mind to git even with that boy.. Grinnin, she ran behind their house, opened up an old coffee can and pulled out some M-80's. Sneakin' over behind a few broken trailers and such, she snuck across the stream and up the hill.
She glanced around, it was still quiet inside this litle pull trailer.. meanin' another McClure was asleep inside. She giggled, lit the fuse and chucked it under the camper. She high tailed it back across the stream and sat down to wait. Within seconds a big boom ripped through the air, and she fell over laughin and hootin. She heard her Pa bellow at her to stop that freakin' noise and get ta work.

 

[Shoty98]

Bobby

As I went speedin' my way through town I giggled and tee-hee'd. I had done made sure that schemin' twit couldn leave me stuck at work again. Takin her carb 'ha' shoulda thought a that sooner.

Pullin' into the market ol' man Warner came huffin' out "I reckon your late and where in the samhill is Dwayne? Things are waitin' to be done." I climbed on outta the truck and slammed the door.

"Don't ya be startin' in on me. My parts was stolen again and I forgot Dwayne." I grumbled on under that breath of mine as I moseyed on in the market. First thins first...I went bout fixin the freezer, the damned ele...ele....aw shit the damned frezzin' part was on the fritz again. Gawd how I hated big nasty words, I could never say them proper.

Roundin up the tools I head out yonder to tear a part the ol' "49" dodge delivery truck, water pump took a shitter and it was leakin orl from the top. That danged slant six had a good billon miles on it *so to speak* and ol' man Warner was just to darned cheap to fix it up proper, but I fixed it best I could....for now it'd get him by.

Cleanin' up the tools I went headin' back inside runnin' into ol' man Warner on my way "Tarnation Bobby watch where your goin'....Oh and there ain't nothin more to do round here." I focused on pickin' up the tools from the ground "That there ol' truck ain't a gonna last ya much longer witout some serious work, but it'll get ya by for now Mr. Warner. See's ya tomorrow." I gumbled the words as I drop the tools back in the box and headed out for the truck. I was starvin' and just wanted to get on home and make sure that twit wasn't takin nothin else.

Quicker than I had made it to the market I made it back home, pullin the truck to a screechin' hault in the drive. I hop on outta the truck, my eyes catchin the sight of that there Dennison twit laughin' her ass off on her front stoop. "Hey twit I see ya finished yer straw....and what in tarnation are you bustin a gutt for, did ya finally look in the mirr and see that mug of yours?"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kitty Dennison

She sniffled, wiping the laughter tears from her eyes, she hopped up and sauntered on over to Bobby.
"Naw bubba sue.. Just havin' some fun with yur cuzin over thar, He seem'd ta like the lil' ol' sheep grazin' in the pasture, I was jus helpin' him out a teenie.." She walked down the hill and stood next to the stream.
"My oh my Bobby sue.. you go and git yur self knocked up by yur cuzin over thar?" Indicating Dwayne with her hand wavin', "Shore looks like ya done did it, yur gainin an aweful lotta weight gal.." She snickered a little, "Oh, and I think one of yur dense brother's locked himself in the camper out back, best call fer the po-lice to come and help him sum. Ya know.. before tha stink kills him?" She moved back up the hillside towards their porch, "Don't have too much fun ya' hear.." she walked up to the porch and pulled out the laundry basket her Ma had set out for her ta do.
"Oh.. and Bobby.. take a bath, down wind of ya'll is gettin' to be down right painful to me nose.." She smiled brightly and started washing the laundry. She could toss insults back and forth all day long with Bobby Sue.. They have since they were knee high to a grasshopper. Made life worth livin' to torment those slob's next door.

 

[nightray]

Scott Dennison

I role off of the porch step laughing as the M-80s go off. I look up at kitty saying that was a good one. I stand up quickly at the men chin of work I look around saying work yes that’s what I need to do. I slip back in to my camper grabbing my fishing pole and a cooler filed with beer I throw a copal sandwiches together. I then quickly walk down are stream to the pond. I fined the best spot and sit down casting my line in to the pool. I smile lazily thinking now this is why I came back to the country the city was just too hectic. This is the life I pole out a can of beer opining it with on hand.

 

[Seductive Sin]

Cindy

Generally called Cin. 19 years old. Dyed Blond hair, Blue eyes.


I never really liked the term hick, but that's what my family was. Hick through and through. There was no other way to describe it. I was the educated one in the bunch, wanting to get free of this small diseased town and petty squabble over a moonshine recipe. Pointless if you asked me, but no one ever asked me anything. Life would be much simpler, well ok maybe smarter and reasonable if someone consulted me before doing some of the stupidest things they do around here. My relation to this whole fiasco? Well that is another long story, but to sum it up as best I can I'll get it over with.
My parents died in an auto accident when I was just a small baby. The next of kin was these people. Don't get me wrong I love my family, but somethings they do are just insane. Anyways, I was adopted and been raised here ever since. A third cousin, and I do have my own last name, but They insist I use their name, just so the people across the creek know exactly who I am. How silly is that?
I dont mind the squabbling, Or even the petty tricks.. I'm just here biding my time until I can get free, or get laid. Which ever happens first.