BabblingBrook
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- Mar 15, 2006
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Rebecca Thompson exited her tiny red Ugo, dragging her reluctant boyfriend behind her. Her normally perfect blonde hair was tossed back in a messy ponytail. She had on a threadworn sweatsuit and her bunny slippers. When she took a long car trip, she liked to be comfortable. Besides, she knew that the gray sweatsuit still showed off her hourglass figure and her cut butt.
Roland, on the other hand, still looked fresh and pressed. His thin frame was still clad in his brown blazer and gray slacks and somehow he had managed to avoid wrinkles. His beard was still undetectible and his brown hair was perfect. That was something she hated about him. Rebecca wished she could steal his razors, muss up his hair and put him in an old-ripped t-shirt. Sometimes she wasn's sure why they were still together.
The family homestead looked as comforting and Waltonish as it always had. The two story farmhouse, with it's wrap around porch and dormer windows in the second story, has showing her age. The paint was peeling and the bushes needed cut back, but it was still home. Her cousins Able and Andrew were already waiting on the porch, watching for her. They both jumped up, like two verial young gods, and ran toward her. They were dressed in matching outfits of faded jeans and Rocky and Bull-winkle t-shirts. They had recently shaved their handsome heads and it looked good on them. Rebecca ran up to them and threw herself into a three-way embrass. Behind her, Roland frowned.
OCC: Open to all to play friends of family. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and tonight everyone is staying at the house. I am a guy, but I enjoy writing for male and female roles.
Roland, on the other hand, still looked fresh and pressed. His thin frame was still clad in his brown blazer and gray slacks and somehow he had managed to avoid wrinkles. His beard was still undetectible and his brown hair was perfect. That was something she hated about him. Rebecca wished she could steal his razors, muss up his hair and put him in an old-ripped t-shirt. Sometimes she wasn's sure why they were still together.
The family homestead looked as comforting and Waltonish as it always had. The two story farmhouse, with it's wrap around porch and dormer windows in the second story, has showing her age. The paint was peeling and the bushes needed cut back, but it was still home. Her cousins Able and Andrew were already waiting on the porch, watching for her. They both jumped up, like two verial young gods, and ran toward her. They were dressed in matching outfits of faded jeans and Rocky and Bull-winkle t-shirts. They had recently shaved their handsome heads and it looked good on them. Rebecca ran up to them and threw herself into a three-way embrass. Behind her, Roland frowned.
OCC: Open to all to play friends of family. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and tonight everyone is staying at the house. I am a guy, but I enjoy writing for male and female roles.