((Well, well, well... it's been awhile I enjoyed this Open RP when it began months ago, and I was a bit disappointed when it ended before I could finish writing a rather dramatic moment involving my characters' storylines.
While my characters haven't played the largest part in this Open RP, the revival of this Thread has revived my interest in continuing their storylines, which hopefully involve more intereraction with the other characters in this Thread.
I look forward to continuing this RP with all of you, even if the OP doesn't return and we're all stuck wandering around and scattered like a pick-up group in the Hollows
Now, let's see if I remember how to do this...))
Hunter Darrow, sprawled across the couch in his living room, took another tense look at the clock. It's already noon, and he still hasn't come back yet... Hunter thought to himself. He's never been THIS late before... what could he be doing?
"Hunter!" His sister's voice calling out from the kitchen broke Hunter's train of thought and caused an expression of anxiety and impending doom to spread across his face.
"Hunter, we're out of orange juice." Justine said, walking into the living room with several dollars in her hand. She was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, a fact which didn't surprise Hunter since she usually slept in their mother's bed most nights anyway.
"Jeez, Justine. It's noon already." Hunter grumbled, shaking his head slightly as he took the money from his sister's hand. "Shouldn't you have changed clothes by now?"
"OH?" Justine glared at Hunter, the sudden change in mood causing Hunter to break out into a cold sweat. "What right do YOU have to say that to ME when you wear that stupid outfit for three or four days in a row?! I can't believe Dad actually bought you that-" Justine stopped, her expression changing from anger to confusion as she looked around the living room. "Hey, where IS Dad anyway? He doesn't usually leave for work until 4."
"He didn't come home last night." Hunter said testily, turning away from his sister and stuffing the money into his pocket. "I guess he loves his job so much he decided to stay there 24/7. I figured it was only a matter of time."
"Hunter..." Justine began, but in the next moment Hunter was out the door and running down the streets of his hometown once more, so lost in thought that he didn't notice the row of white vans that sped past him as he turned the corner, each one coming to a stop right in front of his house.
((Well, well, well... it's been awhile
I enjoyed this Open RP when it began months ago, and I was a bit disappointed when it ended before I could finish writing a rather dramatic moment involving my characters' storylines.
While my characters haven't played the largest part in this Open RP, the revival of this Thread has revived my interest in continuing their storylines, which hopefully involve more intereraction with the other characters in this Thread.
I look forward to continuing this RP with all of you, even if the OP doesn't return and we're all stuck wandering around and scattered like a pick-up group in the Hollows
Now, let's see if I remember how to do this...))
Hunter Darrow, sprawled across the couch in his living room, took another tense look at the clock.
It's already noon, and he still hasn't come back yet... Hunter thought to himself. He's never been THIS late before... what could he be doing?
"Hunter!" His sister's voice calling out from the kitchen broke Hunter's train of thought and caused an expression of anxiety and impending doom to spread across his face.
"Hunter, we're out of orange juice." Justine said, walking into the living room with several dollars in her hand. She was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, a fact which didn't surprise Hunter since she usually slept in their mother's bed most nights anyway.
"Jeez, Justine. It's noon already." Hunter grumbled, shaking his head slightly as he took the money from his sister's hand. "Shouldn't you have changed clothes by now?"
"OH?" Justine glared at Hunter, the sudden change in mood causing Hunter to break out into a cold sweat. "What right do YOU have to say that to ME when you wear that stupid outfit for three or four days in a row?! I can't believe Dad actually bought you that-" Justine stopped, her expression changing from anger to confusion as she looked around the living room. "Hey, where IS Dad anyway? He doesn't usually leave for work until 4."
"He didn't come home last night." Hunter said testily, turning away from his sister and stuffing the money into his pocket. "I guess he loves his job so much he decided to stay there 24/7. I figured it was only a matter of time."
"Hunter..." Justine began, but in the next moment Hunter was out the door and running down the streets of his hometown once more, so lost in thought that he didn't notice the row of white vans that sped past him as he turned the corner, each one coming to a stop right in front of his house.
Supplemental Galactic Protectorate Fanfic