|
Post by Nathan Wallace on Dec 3, 2012 3:05:46 GMT -5
Nathan sat with his legs pulled up to his chest and stared toward something it seemed only he could see.
What had he become that he now longed for the next repossession? That there were days that he could focus on nothing but that.
And what of his poor daughter? She'd grow eventually, she'd figure it out, what would he do then? Explain he had no choice? That he killed to keep her safe?
He pressed his face in to his knee's and groaned.
|
|
|
Post by Shilo on Dec 4, 2012 3:35:33 GMT -5
Shilo had gotten good at sneaking in and out of the house, thanks to all of the practice she'd gotten with her little excursions to hang out at the Guignol or hang out with the Graverobber. Of course, said Graverobber meet-ups usually meant she was a bit high when she got home, but since her father didn't seem any the wiser and it wore off before she saw him, she figured it wouldn't be a problem.
Unfortunately, she didn't count on coming home when he was somewhere in the house that he could hear. Worse, she was a bit clumsy thanks to a Zydrate buzz and she accidentally knocked something over as she climbed back into her bedroom through the window.
|
|
|
Post by Nathan Wallace on Dec 4, 2012 9:36:22 GMT -5
His head shot up "Shilo?"
|
|
|
Post by Shilo on Dec 4, 2012 18:10:36 GMT -5
Oh shit.
For a moment, she froze, half-in and half-out the window. Slowly, she lowered herself down until she was standing on the floor.
Just breathe. He couldn't see through walls.
"Uhhh...sorry! The lamp fell over!" She called.
|
|
|
Post by Nathan Wallace on Dec 4, 2012 22:25:34 GMT -5
He stood up and went to her door, placing his hand softly on the door knob "The lamp? Are you okay?"
|
|
|
Post by Shilo on Dec 6, 2012 16:12:45 GMT -5
"Yeah, it was an acci--"
She tripped over the desk chair.
"Oh, son of a bitch!"
That had hurt, and the stupid Zydrate wasn't doing what it was supposed to and make it not hurt. Never mind that it was Zydrate's fault her coordination was off.
|
|
|
Post by Nathan Wallace on Dec 7, 2012 2:18:04 GMT -5
At that he pulled the keys from his pocket and began unlocking the door "Darling what are you doing in here-"
|
|
|
Post by Shilo on Dec 9, 2012 1:04:54 GMT -5
Oh crap. He was coming in the room! Scrambling back onto her feet, she'd started straightening the lamp when she realized that her wig had flown off somehow. Abandoning the lamp, she dove for the wig and scrambled to put it back in place.
"Practicing dance moves," she called out, her voice edgy. This was going so badly. "I saw 'em on tv."
|
|
|
Post by Nathan Wallace on Dec 9, 2012 2:14:47 GMT -5
Once he pushed open the door he immediately knew something was off "The television isn't even on" he blinked at her rushed state on the floor "and the window is open" he walked over to it and closed it swiftly.
|
|
|
Post by Shilo on Dec 17, 2012 21:34:50 GMT -5
"Well, it gets hot in here," she said, straightening her wig out. She hoped it hadn't gotten mashed. "And sometimes the air conditioning acts funny. "
|
|