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 Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 2:40 am
The exterior is old and rundown, but the interior is a bit better...     Downstairs:
- Living room
- Dining room
- Kitchen
- Downstairs bathroom
Upstairs:
- Den / Library
- Upstairs bathroom
- Johanna's bedroom
- Her Father's bedroom
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 8:31 pm
Thackery's face hurt, it hurt like a b***h. You'd think that with all the hate brewing in his mother's heart she'd be ecstatic that he was going to be out of her hair for the night. No. No. You'd be wrong. He was very happy he had left Joe outside, and hadn't mentioned her, his mother might have tried to take things out on her, and he wouldn't have been able to just take that. He didn't know how obvious it had been, his mother had shouted, and hit, oh she hit a lot. They hadn't hurt, but the pan, that hurt. Eventually she just threw the meat on the ground and told him to just go. So he did. Tomorrow he would go hunting, bring her her favorite if he was lucky, and she would go back to her indifference. In all honestly it was kind of nice that she got mad, it meant something was there.
He looked at Joe, who he hadn't said a word to since his house, it was dark, he could stupidly hope that whatever marks he had weren't visible, and he did. He opened his mouth and sighed out an extended, "Sooooo," he smiled his plastic smile, "Your house is right around here right?" He knew it was, though he didn't know exactly which it was, he just wanted to break the silence. The horridly awkward silence that in no way helped distract EITHER from his throbbing, maybe even bleeding face. He hadn't had the time to check, and there was that weird tingling that made it feel like it was bleeding, but rarely was there actually any blood. Checking now would just ruin the whole, nothing happened in there you're crazy act.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 8:08 am
 ≎≎≎Occupation:_____≎≎≎Mood:Content≎≎≎Location:The Mines≎≎≎Outfit:xxx≎≎≎
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【x☆x】 ⇝ xx ℑohanna 𝔐arie 𝔉riar xx ↠ 【x☆x】
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On the way home Johanna kept quiet, real quiet. Which was odd. Even in class during a test she would bob her leg up and down or pop her gum, it helped her concentrate. But tonight she was quiet. She had stayed outside while Thackery went inside to give his mom the meat, and she heard the yelling. It wouldn't surprise her if the whole neighborhood heard it. After he returned he was quiet, so she bit her bottom lip and did the same. She wanted to run into that house and give her a taste of her own medicine, but Joe knew that it wasn't her place. She glanced up when she heard him speak, but her averted her eyes quickly there after, seeing a dribble of blood run down his cheek where a purplish bruise was beginning to form. "Well it's the only house out here for a few blocks, soooo...." she trailed off. It was a bit of an awkward moment.
Quickly moving up the steps she pulled the house key out of her pocket and unlocked the door, feeling a faint gust of warmth as the door creaked open. "It's passed 7:00 so we have to keep the lights off. To conserve energy and such. Plus the electricity bill is lower that way." she explained the darkness. There was a bedtime curfew too, but that rule was going to be ignored. After Thackery came in she closed the door behind him and walked over to the fireplace, tossing a few logs on top of the ashes, she lit a match and flung it onto the dry logs. It took only a few seconds for them to ignite and lite up the living room. Dimly, but hey, it was better than nothing. Johanna took Thackery's hand and led him to the couch. Putting her hands on his chest, she gently made him sit down. "Let's fix that." she said, referring to his bruised and bloody cheek. She went into the kitchen and turned on the faucet for split second to dampen a paper towel then returned to the living room.
Johanna knelt on the couch and braced herself by placing her hand on his thigh, "This may hurt a little..." she brought her face close to his and gently dabbed at his cut, sopping up the blood with the wet paper towel. When his cheek looked nice and dry she impressively tossed the now red towel into the waste basket, smiling a bit to herself. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a band-aid. "You can never be to careful." she said a bit sarcastically. Johanna almost always carried a few bad-aids with her since she was tiny-cut prone. Not wanting to get up and throw them away, she just set the wrapper on the coffee table and stuck the light blue band-aid with yellow flowers onto his cheek. Johanna laughed quietly, "You look very handsome." she said. "Oh." she said quickly. "I'm gonna go change into something more comfty, I'm sure my dad has something you can wear. Or I could lend you a pair of my booty shorts, whichever..." Johanna shrugged with a laugh and awaited his answer.
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❝xI was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it. x❞
♡ = ♡
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2012 8:10 pm
Thackery walked through the darkness, he had walked past this home, it looked just like any other, but wow was it warm. He had no idea Joe was so well off, it was actually amazing. It made him think of all the holes in the ceiling he hadn't fixed yet, his mother was probably sitting in the cold. He felt like such an a**, he watched Joe enter the obviously familiar setting, and light the fire. It let out a warm, but faint light, he watched the wood burn and crackle as his eyes sort of glazed over, he should have lit a fire for his mother. He was pulled out of his thoughts by Joe's tug on his hand, he smiled and let her direct him. It was a drained smile, the day was starting to get to him, the work, and the fighting, and the work, he was just worn down. Joe offered a fix, and he knew what she meant, he didn't know why he tried to fool himself so often into thinking no one knew. Especially with Joey, who had proven time and time again she only humored him and his games.
She returned he looked at her with his worn down, but thoughtfully expression. She climbed on top of him to better access his face, with the throbbing and stinging Joey's dobs only brought relief. She hadn't noticed, but the entire time he had locked his eyes on her thinking of just how much he liked being here with her. He smiled at her sarcasm, and turned to brace his cheek, noticing the red from her impressive toss, he knew he had stupidly tired to hide a gushing wound. Okay not gushing, but blood was blood. She always had band-aids on her, though the injuries one usually encountered in this district were never small enough for them to really help anyone else she managed to meet every opportunity to use them.
He knew exactly what she meant, all the band aids had some girly s**t on them. He smirked looking playfully annoyed, "Well you know I always wanted to be sexually confused," he genitally patted down the band-aid, oh the battered wife jokes tomorrow would be brutal. He smiled at Joe, just before she suddenly ohed. He was really starting to relax, it must have been all Joey's doing because usually sitting on things a thousand times more comfortable than his bed just pissed him off. He laughed, "Just bring me the shorts, ones that match," he said pointing to his bandage, "If you can," he was joking, but just to be sure he droped the light tone. "No I'm fine in these, I usually just sleep like in this," minus the pants.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 11:31 pm
≎≎≎Occupation:_____≎≎≎Mood:Content≎≎≎Location:Her House≎≎≎Outfit:xxx≎≎≎
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【x☆x】 ⇝ xx ℑohanna 𝔐arie 𝔉riar xx ↠ 【x☆x】
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Johanna smiled with a light laugh. "Okay, I'll be right back." With that she made her way up the spiral staircase to her bedroom; the highest room in the tallest tower. Well, it wasn't a tower, but her bedroom was in the attic, which was fine with her. She had her own room completely separated and hidden from the rest of the house. The only way to get into it was to stand on a box so you could reach the ceiling and put your finger in a small hole that opened the trap door to let the ladder come down. Up in her room the only thing illuminating the area was the Christmas lights she had attached to her bed. She pulled open her small dresser where she kept all of her bottoms [pants, shorts, panties, socks, etc.] and pulled out some comfy blue shorts. She them went over to her three foot tall closet and got out a really big sweater. Joe pulled off the clothes she had been wearing down to her bra and panties and very happily put on her grungy clothes. They weren't actually grungy but they weren't necessarily the kind of clothes you would wear in public. But they were comfy and they looked cute on her, so what more do you need? The dirty clothes she had taken off and put on her bed, she tossed in her dirty clothes hamper, lastly putting on some comfy mis-matched socks.
Closing the trap door behind her, she made her way back down the staircase to accompany Thackery whom she had left alone in the dark. As she made her way back to the couch she thought about how lucky it was that she had shaved her legs that morning, that would have been embarrassing. "I'm wearing shorts, I promise." Joe said, lifting the sweater up a bit to prove to him that she was in fact not going bottomless. Though if he wasn't there she wouldn't be wearing shorts that's for sure, or a bra. But since he was, she figured it best to stay a little more clothed than usual. She was fairly certain he was being courteous as well, she doubted he slept in his jeans and knew he was kidding about wearing her booty shorts. It was perhaps for the better that he wasn't wearing shorts, guys should hardly ever wear shorty shorts. Dangly bits aren't very well hidden in those cases and Johanna didn't necessarily wish to see the situation in his undergarments. Oh the innuendo. "Are you sure you'll be comfy in that?" she asked, referring to his jeans. "I can get you something to wear. Or you can just sleep in your.... man panties." Johanna wasn't sure if he was a boxers or briefs kind of guy, so 'man panties' was definitely the right choice.
Johanna took a close spot next to him and sat criss-cross-apple-sauce, the sweater flowing down to her mid-thighs. "You should let people do things for you for a change." she said, fiddling with a stray string coming from her sock. "You spend so much time doing things for other people that you don't have time to yourself or the people who love you." she smiled and continued. "Your mom, the men you work with, me... Pretty much everyone around you." she stopped and poked his chest. "So stop and do something for yourself for a change. You don't have to be nice to me. Just tell me to get in the kitchen and make you a sammich or something." she was of course totally kidding about the last part. If he did that he would get punched.... really hard. But if he asked nicely she might find the kindness in her heart to actually make him a sammich.
Johanna scooted even closer, if that was possible, to him and laid her head down on his chest and snuggled up to him. there was a long period of silence, at least ten minutes worth of only the sounds of crackling firewood until Joe spoke. "Thackery?" she said, making sure he wasn't asleep or something. "I'm really scared about the reaping....."
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❝xI was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it. x❞
♡ = ♡
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