Post by Cynide Rhynstone on Nov 23, 2006 4:48:53 GMT -5
ooc; it's early. i'm tired. forgive the random nature of this piece.
ic; Bob was exhausted. His day at the factory had been an unpleasant one, and it bothered him to an incredible extent to know that he was going home to Batina. That bitch. The "Honey why are you home so late?"s and "Are you fucking that whore again"s would showering him once he opened that door. He knew. He knew all too well. A snicker drew upon the thiry-year-old man's face as his hand fumbled around in his pocket for the house keys. He had married her on impulse. She had been so beautiful, and kind, and delicious, and now she was the root of all his pains. As his thick fingers curled around the cool metal a thought sliced through his head. Why the hell did he bother coming home anyways? Nothing was stopping him from getting the hell out of this town, this county, this god-forsaken state even...
ooc; poor bob.
ic; Bob was exhausted. His day at the factory had been an unpleasant one, and it bothered him to an incredible extent to know that he was going home to Batina. That bitch. The "Honey why are you home so late?"s and "Are you fucking that whore again"s would showering him once he opened that door. He knew. He knew all too well. A snicker drew upon the thiry-year-old man's face as his hand fumbled around in his pocket for the house keys. He had married her on impulse. She had been so beautiful, and kind, and delicious, and now she was the root of all his pains. As his thick fingers curled around the cool metal a thought sliced through his head. Why the hell did he bother coming home anyways? Nothing was stopping him from getting the hell out of this town, this county, this god-forsaken state even...
ooc; poor bob.
