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 Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2018 2:30 pm
Quote: It’s all over the news that a dangerous convict has escaped from the state prison. Television and radios alike warm the residents to stay indoors until authorities can locate and apprehend the criminal roaming the local neighborhoods. It just so happens to fall on a terrible evening to be stuck anywhere - the weather has taken a turn for the worse and thanks to a wayward falling branch, the power has gone out. Scratching and creaking around your doors and windows keeps you on high alert…could the nefarious individual be trying to get inside your residence?
It was pouring outside, something he took note of, as he made his way into the kitchen and could hear the rain falling outside. It was covering the outside of the kitchen windows as well. "I hope they're ok and inside where they went." Since he really didn't know where the three Jacob's siblings had gone.
Moving about the kitchen, slowly, the dark haired male went to find some various ingredients as well as a cook book. He was intending to make soup, it was that sort of rainy, chilly, night and it felt like the perfect thing.
"Dessie?" Calling out in the hopes of her being nearby enough to hear him. "I'm going to make soup - you want some?" He wasn't sure what kind, yet, but he was going to make some. He might as well see if she was hungry also.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2018 8:00 pm
The amount of mind numbing school work for a freshman at college was shocking, asinine but still shocking. How did they expect students to balance homework, classwork, life, and work-work? It was just obnoxious. Dessie mentally grumbled as she finished up the last thing that had to be done by the morning, her stomach echoing her inner annoyance. She was hungry. After years of going with little to no food when her belly complained about lack of food she actually listened. The blonde was on her way down the stairs when she heard her name being called followed by a question about some soup. “Sure,” Her answer was turse and a bit clipped but honestly none of it was Ian’s fault, she just really wanted to hit someone. She had wanted to smash someone’s nose in for a little while now and just using the home gym wasn’t enough. The annoying homework just added a fresh edge to her desire to knock someone out. Dessie strode into the kitchen and snagged a apple before flopping down on a chair. “What kind?” Her question was asked absently as she bit into the red fruit, pale blue eyes drifting to the windows and the storm that was raging outside. Someone pissed of Zeus apparently. A particularly loud peel of thunder had her pulling out her phone from her sweatshirt and checking it, no text or anything that would raise a brow from any of the Jacobs which was good since they went out in this mess. A few more buttons and a swipe had the phone softly playing a local radio station, pop or some other sort of chirpy music. Dessie honestly didn’t care but she was looking for the weather or news since if the roads started to flood they would definitely announce it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2018 8:59 pm
"I'm not sure. I'm going through a cookbook to see what looks good...and what we have everything for." He answered honestly, toying with one of his lip piercings, still a habit he'd never broken. It was just something he did when bored or nervous. It filled the time...sort of. "There are a lot of options, I never noticed how many options there are." He added after a moment, moving the book so Dessie could look over it also. "Maybe a stew if we have everything. It's thicker and seems richer...warmer." Better for cold weather like this s**t outside.
Moving to turn on the tv in the kitchen, letting Dessie look over the books glossy pages, he was surprised to hear some breaking report on the news. As it continued the story ran of an escaped convict in the area. A warning about the search for the man, they shows his mugshot, and that he might be looking for a place to hide. People were advised to not go out and to not answer their door and to lock up.
"We should text the others." Ian said rather quickly, moving to grab his phone and do just that. The book, for the moment, forgotten. He'd get back to the book and finding something, once his text message was sent, and find them something to eat.
"Maybe we should make enough for the others also..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2018 9:40 am
Dessie finished off her apple and got up to toss it away, detouring on her way back to her seat to look over Ian’s shoulder at the cookbook. “Your making it from scratch? Why? I was figuring you were reheating a can or something.” She shifted when he moved the book over, crowded him a little less, and absently flipped the page to the next soup. Clam Chowder… not bad but she was pretty damn sure they didn’t have any clams. The blonde wasn’t really paying any attention to her ‘brother’, she barely glanced up when he turned on the tv. The noise clashed a bit with her radio but since she had the sound on the phone turned down so low it wasn’t too bad. However the ‘special news bulletin’ music had her focusing on the tv. The anchor went on to explain about an escaped convict that the cops were actively looking for. The mugshot showed a man who was arrogant and scornful, tattoos visible on his neck and one by his eye. He looked like a serious gangbanger, not a person a regular civilian wanted to run into. Dessie had dealings with people like that during her tenure on the streets, they respected strength but it had to be tempered by respect. It was a fine line that could get you killed if you screwed up either way. A pale brow rose in surprise before her attention was taken by the radio who was covering the same thing now. Ian decided to text the others, a overly cautious precaution as far as she was concerned, before musing over food. “How about this,” She pointed towards the page for a ham and potato soup. It was thick like a stew but simple and she knew they had both ham and potatoes. It might take a bit to prep but easy to make. Unfortunately any attempt to cook was thrown right out the window when a serious flash of light followed nearly instantly by a peel of thunder preceded the power going out. The whole room was plunged into darkness, only the dim light of her phone provided any illumination, the radio still playing. “Now doesn’t this feel familiar,” her tone was sarcastic as she turned off the music, “Best save the battery on your phone. Any idea where the candles or flashlights are?” Unlike the incident at the clinic she wasn’t planning on wandering around in the dark.
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2018 8:28 pm
Well, that wasn't a bad idea for soup. "I do know how to cook. I used to cook for my mother and I a lot. She worked long shifts at the hospital so wasn't home to cook often. I'd bring her food if I had to even." It was how he'd met Xander and from there he'd met Lily. It was Xander who had let him move in when things got bad between him and his drunk of a father, and when his mother decided to divorce the man. His was doing well - better now. She had recently told him about another doctor at the hospital that she was getting close to, he was happy for her.
"I might be a mostly lazy gamer but I can cook when I want to." It didn't always have to be canned soup and microwave foods. He just needed a recipe to follow, he wasn't so good at just tossing random s**t together. Looking over what they'd need he jolted, just a bit, at the thunder as it was enough to shake the windows. "s**t!" He wasn't expecting the lights to go out.
"Damn it...and yeah, but no youma or officers about to drain energy. I think I know where the flashlights are...and I know I have a few candles in my room." Shrugging. He wasn't big on candles but they added a bit of light to his mostly dark, or neon blue, room. He didn't like bright lights in his room, though he did have normal lights in his room he just rarely used them.
"We should keep together, just so we don't trip on s**t and we only use one phone light." For now cooking would have to wait, though they had a gas stove and oven so they could use it once they got the candles and lights situation handled. "I hope power comes back soon....I'd rather not risk burning the house down." Or cutting off fingers.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2018 11:19 am
Dessie just eyed Ian as he explained where his cooking prowess came from. She hadn’t implied that he couldn’t cook only that he would do it from scratch, although she had been thinking it. Unlike her, he actually knew what he was doing, the best Dessie could do was follow the instructions on a box or make a cold cut sandwich. She made a mean sandwich as Ian well knew since she normally forced one on him when she ‘cooked’. He needed to eat more in her opinion. “Or one of us can sit still while the other goes for the candles,” She shrugged and mentally scoffed at the idea of a negaverser even daring to show up in this house. “You go and grab the candles since you know where they are, I’ll stay here and check the drawers for flashlights. There is enough ambient light that I shouldn’t have any issues.” The flickering of lighting proved her point but the scratching against the windows had her frowning. Damn, it was windy out! The blonde mentally thought back to the news bulletin that they both saw right before the power went out. The noise she heard couldn’t be from the convict. There was no way in hell anyone was stupid enough to travel this far to break in during a freaking monsoon, even if they did just break out of jail. The wooden window panes groaned under the pressure of the wind, air debris and water pattered against the glass. “You know what, you might be right. Better to stick together to gather supplies.” The odds of someone actually trying to break in were so slim it was next to impossible but just in case she wanted to stick close to Ian since she was the better fighter of the two. Besides, he would likely get hurt if she wasn’t around to watch over him. The young woman conveniently forgot that she was the one who sported more scars, dealt with more broken bones, and over all had more injuries of them both.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2018 8:28 pm
"I could, if you don't mind hunting down the flashlights." When this was over he'd have to check on his computer, it had been on when they'd lost power - it was always on. he kept it on simply because it was easier, and no one minded, it just put itself to sleep and all was good in his room every night/morning while he slept. He kept a surge protector on it at all times, replacing it every so often, so he figured it should be ok...but who knew.
"Are you sure? You could find the flashlights if you want." Not bothered by the noise against the window panes he didn't get what was bothering the blond, didn't know she was bothered by the noise, it wasn't something he'd think about. He chalked it up to wind and rain and didn't give the convict bit a single thought - not really. He was more worried about the power being out and wanting to get them both some food. When he did look over to Dessie, using his phone for help, he ran his fingers through his hair. "Yeah...alright. Let's go find the candles. We should get some food and than settle into one room together." It was safer that way...and something he'd seen in her face told him it was how to go about things - together.
"This weather really is bad...I didn't think it would be this bad. it's worse than the news said it would be." Good thing he knew his mother was home tonight, and didn't need to go out on the road and deal with this weather and other drivers.
"Come on, candles are this way." Leading the way, knowing better than to offer a hand out to Dessie, he led the way through the semi darkness. His cell phone did enough to light the way.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2018 3:38 pm
The storm raging outside the kitchen windows had Dessie just shooting Ian a look that practically told him to shut up and get moving. The sooner they settled in for the night the better. Moving around too much put them at risk of getting hurt in the dark house. Besides the sooner they had ‘lights’ the sooner she would be able to shake the feeling that the escaped convict was going to come busting through a window or something else equally stupid. She wasn’t afraid of the dark, it was what could be lurking there that gave way to the concern. She didn’t bother to answer him even as he started to lead the way with his phone. The sooner they got the candles the better.
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Posted: Sun Dec 02, 2018 7:34 pm
(Fin I think. ::Nods:: Ty for the rp. )
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