I suddenly feel so left out.
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Location: Wilcox Lodge
Interacting With: Aunt Lou
As Everett entered the barn and shut the door behind him. He couldn't help but feel depressed. He felt like just sitting in his and stare out of the window. The last place he felt like being was at a party. If he wasn't reminded of it by Jay he never would have thought about it. The only reason he even agreed to it was just because he said he would… it sounded good though, right?
Maybe it was all a cover. Everett was scared, just like everyone else, if not more so. He just didn't want to admit it. He was alone for now, where it was safe to fall apart. He walked around the barns center aisle, outdoor string lights flowed loosely between the rafters. They lined the center aisle, leading the eye to very specific stall that has been gone over with a fine tooth comb, cleaned to perfection. Inside the stall was a brand new thick bed of hay, so gold in color it was almost yellow.
On top of that, sat a blue and white quilted blanket. Stitched together by hand, each and every patch on the blanket had meaning, though the only people who knew for sure were in the ground.
Next to the blanket was a vase filled with wildflowers of different colors and sizes. Reds, violets, golds, whites all neatly placed in the vase. A small radio sat at the top corner of the stall on a shelf he had put in just for the occasion.
As Everett looked everything over, he became instantly disappointed with everything. Why would Nina want to spend a minute here? It's smells of animal and horse shit. His thoughts kept rolling over and over again, telling him how badly he has screwed up.
If the truth was know, the place was as clean as could be and smelled of fresh hay, the stall though it was minimalistic, was very quaint with a strong southern charm to it. Everett has wondered where all his confidence had gone and why he was suddenly so scared. Was it a fear of failure and rejection, or a fear of Nina? Were the two exclusive to each other?
An obsessive mind kept linking one bad thing to something else to something else. Even though they had nothing to do with each other Everett couldn't help but linking them. His obsessive mind had often been a great asset to him. As great of an asset it could be, it didn't take much to get the pendulum swinging the other way.
Just as everything was starting to get away from him, his phone rang. It was Aunt Lou, this day was about to get a lot better or worse. “BITCH, you best be outta that damn barn. And. Let me tell you more one thing little boy, you gonna fuck around and lose that girl.” Luella rebuked.
“It's times of trial that the real friend in you comes. Where you at?” Everett sassed.
“Seattle. You gonna make it? Today wasn't easy and it ain't over yet.” Luella asked
“Yeah, I'm good. Parties just getting started I got-” Everett was cut off.
“Boy you a lie!” Luella shouted. “Ain't nothing wrong with being scared. You ain't nothing but flesh and bone. Now what's wrong?” Luella asked in a much softer tone.
“Just a rough day Aunt Lou …. Hey how… How long would it take to sell off the land and rights?” Everett said in a tone that said he wasn't fond of the idea. Sell out wasn't he had ever wanted to do but the with the day's events it was starting to creep in his mind.
“I G-d son, was it that bad?” Luella asked with worry in her voice.
“I don't think… I don't wanna deal with this shit again.” He finally admitted.
“Alright, I guess I'll look into it. She wear that dress Everett?” Luella changed the subject for Everett's sake.
“I ain't seen her for a few hours now. I don't know.” He said knowing he was gonna regret the answer.
“Boy, listen to me know. Moses and Jesus playin golf. Moses steps up, hits a ball 250. Jesus steps up and hits the ball into the trees. Jesus looks up into the heavens, raises his arms, and the sky darkens. A thunder rings out, rain pours down, and a stream risen up. The ball floating on top finds its way into a fish. A bird flies down and takes the fish, drops it for a hole-in-one. Jesus turns to Moses just a smilin, and Moses says, 'Look. You wanna play golf or you wanna fuck around?” Luella told the story very excitedly.
“Cute story, it got a point?” Everett said not entertained by the story.
“You wanna get the girl or fuck around?” She stated sharply. “Come on Eileen.”
Everett wanted to argue that point, but she was right. It was that last comment that through him off. “Do what now?” He asked, not fully understanding what she was talking about.
“You get a good look at that girl, you start singing Come on Eileen.”Luella said half meaning it, half trying to get rise out of Everett.
“Is that right now.” Everett said finally cracking what could be could be a smile.
“Oh and Everett, don't get that girl knocked up.” Luella said laughing.
“Aye G-d. Love you bye.” Everett said smiling, finally a bit of laughter coming out.
Everett was feeling better, Aunt Lou always had that effect on him. Everett looked around and saw the horses, he quickly saddled a three of them and walked them out to the fenced area next to the barn.
Anyone want a ride!” Everett shouted as he turned the corner. The offer was open to pretty much anyone.
Woot
Location: Wilcox Lodge.
Interacting With: Dags.
Everett sat in his chair starring out the window, memories had a funny way of coming and going. He had nearly missed the fact that the music had stopped and an alert was going off. Everett looked at his to see a text message from Jay.
From: Jay
Yoooo man you arent still doing the party thing, right?
Everett had been so lost in his own word that he had completely forgotten about the party. Everett hadn't gotten anything done about it yet but there was no time like the present. Everett sent a text to Jay, telling him the party was still on. He almost wanted to pick on for losing most every fight he was but Everett thought better of it.
From: Everett
Yeah you gonna come? Ought to be a hoot and half. Think can go the night without getting into a fight?
From: Jay
I guess so I wasnt gonna but the show must go on I suppose… gotta sneak out. see you there, Everett… and if King’s there, no promises.
From:Everett
Lol, fair enough. If all yall get into it, I might have to join in. I can't let yall have all the fun.
When Everett was done he shoved his phone in his back pocket and headed back to the house with all of his items in tow. Everett didn't know what the twins were doing. He just hoped Dags wouldn't start growling. Which was the first thing Everett heard when he walked into the the house.
Everett hung his head for a moment before telling Dags to stop. Everett didn't have to shout for Dags to hear him, damn wolf howls five minutes before a siren could be heard before human ears. Without fail the growling could be heard disappearing.
Everett went silently up the stairs and as quietly as he could, opened the door to the guest room and tapped his hip three times. Dags came out at a trot. As Everett closed the door as quietly as he could. “You little shit, you try to scare off every fucking person that's ever set foot on this land but you're ready to jump in bed with her? That's beat up dude. Come on let's go.” Everett told his companion.
As Everett looked into the sizable backyard with Dags next to him. He spoke trying to figure out what to do. “So what do you think Dags? Twenty, thirty people show up? How about we do eight benches, encircling a fire… we’ll put poles up between the benches and run night lights up top. One string out to the barn, and one out to the house. Sound good?” Everett said looking down at Dags. “Times like this Dags, your the biggest help in the world… Well come on, let's get this done.” Everett said walking towards the barn.
This set up was used often. Everett owned almost three miles worth of land, but thanks to a deal that was worked out with the state, Everett had the right use nearly five times that. In exchange for that, the Wilcox Lodge was used for Boy Scout troops and the like for educational purposes. It was an easy exchange to make. Over twelve additional miles for a a couple of weeks a year of his time to show kids around and teach them a few things.
Everett first came back with a huge string of lights, then the poles. The benches however, were gonna be the problem, they weren't benches so much as they were trees with seats cut into them. It was a creative use for the trees but they were extremely heavy and hard to move. It almost made Everett wonder why they didn't just keep them in place. He was gonna need help but he he felt it would he rude to ask his guests for help.
Everett hooked the lights to the poles and drove them into the ground. When the lights were set up, Everett set to work on fire, a Dakota fire pit, an underground fire pit with three holes. One large and deep rectangle and two smaller holes that connected to the larger rectangle by underground tunnels. It burned hotter and more efficiently than a regular fire, plus Nina was gonna have a hard time burning everything to the ground like this. It also could made to be smokeless.
When the holes were dug and the fire was going, Everett thought to dig a third hole to feed the fire. This would help to make the fire smoke much less than usual. Everett couldn't help but chuckle at just how dirty he had gotten. It was just part of it. All that was left now was hooking the lights to the house and barn and getting the logs in place. The lights came first.
It was a struggle to get them attached to the top of the barn but Everett got it done. The house was much easier and thankfully quicker. "Well Dags, it's coming a long nicely isn't it? Think we should tell Nina and her bother?" Dags just looked at Everett. "Don't care much for the brother do you? I ought not be surprised, you'd like to scare off any guy that comes near here." Everett said as he sat down next to Dags. Still he pulled out his phone and sent Nina a text.
From:Everett
Party is gonna start soon. Let me know if yall need anything.
It seemed just as he was done, people started showing up. Everett quickly directed them for help. His first order was to get the logs in place. Each one sat around the fire pit forming an pentagon. There would be plenty of room for the people that would show up. Give the days events he didn't expect many.
It seemed the sun just starting to set when everything was done. With the addition of two tables, food and drinks. All that was missing was a people. The party had just started,Everett only hopped for a fun nigh, but he'd settle for Dags not trying to kill anyone.
I couldn't even begin to figure out where Everett lives.
Location: Jelena House.
Interacting With: A rifle, a horse, and a pint of whiskey.
Everett didn't say much other than telling Nina and Petyr to help themselves to anything they needed. He quietly snuck out the backdoor, asking Dags to stay with Nina. It was a little more than alarming just how much Dags liked Nina. It did mean however, that Everett could be alone. Not having to babysit Nina and her brother while keeping them both safe.
Everett changed clothes, making sure to grab his old beat up hat. He slipped out the back door and headed for the cellar. He grabbed a few things that needed tending to and took them to the barn. It was still set up for Nina and what he had planned for her. Given the days events he didn't think it was gonna happen.
The barn was a place he spent a good deal of time in. At one point he had given thought to moving in there full time. Go so far as make a makeshift bedroom in it. There was always something to do in there. Even if it was just shoveling horse shit. The smell in the barn reminded him he needed to do that.
Hard work dispelled worry or so his mother always said. He sat the items down in a corner and to work cleaning. It took an hour or two but he got it done. When he was done he went back to doing what he had intended to do.
He climbed the steps to the second level. His items in tow, he laid them on a table that sat not far off from a window. Everett did something he knew he shouldn't do but did it any way. Everett went to his makeshift bedroom and pulled a pint of whiskey. Sitting on the table, he pulled out his cell phone.
Everett hit the play button, playing some traditional country music. Taking a small drink from his pint, Everett went to work on his preferred task.
Singing along to the music, Everett started cleaning the items he picked up from the cellar. Those items were his guns, his favorite, most used guns. As he started cleaning, Everett couldn't help look at the bottle. He wanted little more than to turn the bottle up and drain it right there.
He wanted to so badly. It'd be a fair response to the events from earlier today and had he been alone, just him and Dags, he would have done it. He might have if it was just Nina, but her brother was there and it was pretty easy to tell that he didn't trust Everett. Everett didn't know why that was or what he had done to give her brother pause but it was there.
There was talk coming between them, Everett and Petyr. Most likely not that different than the one between Everett and their father. Still that wasn't something to worry about right now.
Everett looked out of the window, the trees caught his eyes. They called in way, one that almost made it okay to leave the two in the house. He could leave right now, drink his bottle and forget all about what was going on in this town. If today wasn't bad enough he couldn't engage in his coping habits. Running off in the woods to get drunk was far from healthy but it's how he'd dealt with things.
A tear fell from his eye. Rachel had remained him of his parents death, no matter how hard he'd tried to push it from his mind. He pulled a chair to the table and sat there. Blankly staring out the window. Right or wrong, in his head he was alone now. His family was gone, dead and rotting in a grave. Aunt Lou would be getting a plane ticket to Nashville, Tennessee.
Nina for all the good she could do was fighting her own demons. Talking to her about this was the definition of unfair in his mind. How could he even start to tell her about all this?
With another drink Everett pushed himself towards the window. His 458. SOCOM in his lap and his feet propped up on the window seal. The breeze was calming, it almost made him smile. He put his hat on and started cleaning his weapon, quietly singing to himself. Anything to get his thoughts on a new subject. This mood and his thoughts would pass in a little while, but right now being alone with a little buzz was the best medicine for his ailing mind.
He wondered if anyone was gonna show up to the party now. He'd be fine and sober by then, it was still more than a few hours away.
Everett was lost in playing with Dags while the other speakers were taking their turns. He had given a thought or two to sneaking out for a smoke but he never did. It wasn't until he heard the scream that he came to back to what what happening in reality.
When the scream came out, Everett ran towards the door. He was quick enough to beat a majority of people to the door. He shouted for Aunt Lou to get to his truck. Just right after that he told Dags to go with her. His went to his truck for a moment, hoping he had a weapon.
As they both did their respective tasks, Everett ran out side. When he saw Rachel’s body, there were no thoughts of sadness or horror . Shock more than likely kept those away. At glance he knew something was wrong, something didn't sit right with him about this. He took his phone out and took a few pictures. Everett did everything he could, not think about Rachel.
Everett's every action was now based on instinct. Aunt Lou and Dags were heading to his truck. Right now all Everett could even care about was Nina and Drummer. If he was honest he wasn't much worried about Petyr. He didn't have anything against the guy, Everett almost liked him, but his main worry was Nina.
Everett went to find them, Nina didn't look so good, he didn't know what was going through her head but he wasn't gonna stick around for her to come back down. He grabbed her arm and shouted for Petyr to follow.
When they got to the truck, Aunt Lou was shaken and Dags was ready to attack. “Wait here, I'll be right back.” Everett told the Jelens.
Everett grabbed Aunt Lou by the arm and walked her to her vehicle. “Don't fucking argue with me. I need you to get outta town.” Everett said opening her door. “Please, go to Seattle, Spokane, where ever, catch a plane on out to Nashville.” As Everett pushed her into car he ran around to the passenger said and got in. He reached into the glove box and pulled out a handgun. He ejected the magazine and flicked out all the rounds.
“Boy, I don't know what's-” Aunt Lou was cut off by Everett.
“What's in my head is not to lose no damn body else."Everett shouted at her. “I ain't fucking do it Luella. I ain't gonna fucking do it. Now get your ass in gear and get on a damn flight on out to Nashville.” Everett said as he reloaded the magazine. “Now I know you got a shotgun in here, Imma take them back to their home, then the lodge.”
Aunt Lou gave Everett a kiss on the cheek and hug. “I love you Everett, and I'm proud of you.” Words that never had come out of her mouth before. Everett didn't pay any attention to that. “Love you too Aunt Lou.” Everett said as he popped the magazine in the handgun. “Be careful.” Everett's last words before he left the vehicle.
Everett walked over to his truck with the handgun out of sight. “Hop in. Dags up up.” Everett said slapping truck bed twice before helping Nina in. Everett waited got Drummer to get in before he did the same. Everett stuffed the handgun between the driver and middle seat.
Everett stated the truck pulled out. Traffic wasn't as bad as one would expect. They had to be one of the first to get. Everett drove them to their house.
When the truck came to a stop Everett spoke. “I'd like it if you guys packed a bag and came back with me to the lodge. A safe place ain't nobody gonna bother anybody. I doubt many if any will show for the party.” Everett said more to Drummer than Nina. She still looked out of it.
Nina’s look reminded him of his own loss, that dead thousand mile stare. Eyes that had only the smallest hint of life to them. While Nina may not have been the brightest or most happy go lucky girl, those eyes were nothing else than heart breaking.
I didn't say this yesterday and I should have. I really hate the holidays and birthdays, anything where people are with loved ones and the like I really struggle with.
You guys made yesterday a lot easier deal with. So thanks guys.
You guys made yesterday a lot easier deal with. So thanks guys.
This gon' be some Clue shit, Christmas edition.
Colonel Mustard did it, with pipe wrench, in the kitchen.
Did I win?
Should we time skip to our first mission? That way the people who want to post will get a chance to post, and we can move past the sterilization conversation.
I'm with homie here.
I don't do well with playing more than one character. My writing really sucks when I gotta take two or more personalities to deal with.
Marry Xmas guys.
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