Shadrack found the rabbit first, and toyed with it for a few moments, before sinking his jaws into the back of its neck. Hot blood filled his mouth and ran down the back of his throat. He tore the rabbit to shreds, with Sheba's help. Together they consumed it raw. It was a glorious night.
Nearby Shadrack could hear loud music, with a heavy beat, playing. He also detected the scent of marijuana, in the wind. He wondered for a moment where the music was coming from, before finishing off his portion of the rabbit. it hardly mattered. It was just some human, blowing off steam. He was a wolf, and beyond such things. Still, the smell of weed reminded him of home. He signaled to Sheba and together they ran back through the night, headed toward the RV.
Half an hour later, they arrived at the RV and Shadrack went through his transformation again. His mouth was still covered in blood. He walked into the RV, and into a haze of weed smoke. The interior was hung with tapestries, beaded curtains and silk curtains. Jimmy Hendricks was playing on his mom's little plastic radio. His mother was on the couch, laying naked on top of some man, as she smoked a joint. He looked away, and ignored her, as he always did. Going to his trunk, he pulled on a pair of pajama pants, an old t-shirt, and then brushed his teeth and washed off his face, in the tiny bathroom. Soon he was asleep, curled up with Sheba.
Sunday morning was not a day of rest for his mother. Her shift started at noon, which was good because she woke up late. Shadrack had already been up for hours. She walked out of the RV, wearing a red bathrobe and with a towel around her head. Shadrack looked up from the remnants of a fire. He was roasting beef franks over the coals. She pulled her camp chair up to the fire and joined him in the weenie roast.
Shadrack was wearing a black sleeveless KISS t-shirt, black combat boots and a pair of worn jeans.
"Good morning Shad." She leaned forward, looking for good coals, her metal roasting fork in hand.
"Morning Ma." He lifted his frank from the coals and ate it straight off of the fork. Sheeba looked on longingly. "Don't worry Sheba. I will make yours next."
"Did you enjoy your run last night?" She was in position now and held her fork still, over the glowing embers.
Shadrack felt like asking if she had enjoyed her shag, but did not bother. She would just laugh and roll her eyes at him anyway. He wondered how many other people's mothers did what she did, where her grown child could discover her. Not many he was guessing. "Sure," was all he said in reply.
They fell into their usually comfortable silence, as they ate. His mother lathered her hot dog and bun with loads of condiments, draw from a blue plastic cooler. They wash their food down with cheap beer, and shared a joint. It was a pretty typical morning for Shadrack.
Two hours later, after dropping his mom at the dinner, he rolled past the Baptist church, as it was letting out. Some of the good, God fearing people looked at him strangely, as he road slowly past, looking them over. Next he road into the parking lot of the library, determined to finish up his studies. The test was in a few days, and he wanted to pass this time.
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Roger placed his hand upon her head, to see if she had a fever. "At least you aren't burning up again." He looked over at the baroness with concern. He barely knew the captain, but he hated to see anyone suffer like this.
Dr. Stevenson rode like a demon to get to the baroness's. She was, or at least had been, his most prized client. Reaching the house, he hopped off the horse and rushed through the big double doors, ignoring the butler. He headed straight to the infirmary. He was just in time to hear Roger's voice.
"Baroness, i lost my wife to disease also. You have my sympathy."
Dr. Stevenson rode like a demon to get to the baroness's. She was, or at least had been, his most prized client. Reaching the house, he hopped off the horse and rushed through the big double doors, ignoring the butler. He headed straight to the infirmary. He was just in time to hear Roger's voice.
"Baroness, i lost my wife to disease also. You have my sympathy."
I am still here for today, because our car is in the shop. That means we are not leaving until tomorrow, I think. I will be able to check in and post in the evenings.
I figure on just bringing in my character as a newbie. It will make life easier.
It is about time for a new idea, but I am having writer's block. Therefore, this is a mere bump.
Just so everyone knows, our vacation is postponed because of a broken car. Yes, that is technical as I feel like getting in describing it. It is broken. *sigh* Oh, I am on the pad.
Perfect. Accepted. Gilbert's Public House (shown in the picture) is looking for a bartender, and you fit the bill. You only need to post one paragraph per the game's requirements, but if you could post two (one in character and one as a description of the bar itself) for your first post, I would appreciate it.
Once we have a female or two, we are good to go. I am headed to bed. Take care.
Once we have a female or two, we are good to go. I am headed to bed. Take care.
Roger Lee Walden IV
Age: 45
Gender/Orientation: Heterosexual Male
Occupation: Heir to the Walden fortune and CEO of the Walden Canning Concern
Secrets; That would be telling
Catch Phrase: I'll have my people contact your people.
Relationships: Pending
Brief Biography: Roger was born into some money, to say the least. He was raised by nannies, governesses and tutors. His parents were distant and mildly loving. There was never anything he wanted for growing up and there isn't anything he wants for now. He is not the mayor of the town, but the mayor practically works for him. He is beyond petty politics. Roger simply IS power. His hobbies are his yacht, raising polo ponies and screwing his secretaries behind his wife's back.
NPC: Higgens- He is the butler for Walden Grove. He is condescending to those of a lower social status and a toadie to the Waldens. He has a British accent.
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