Roll: 4
Alright, that worked out reasonably well. Now, what to do next...
Inspiration striking him, Alex dragged his canvas and some paints out of the closet, resisting the urge to gnaw on the wood as he did so. Holding the brush in his mouth as he thought, he ultimately decided on drawing a trio of cherry trees in full bloom.
It was pretty impressive that Alex managed to get most of the paint on the canvas instead of the floor. He even managed to get three roughly circular shapes with some sticks coming out the bottoms, amidst the smudges, smears, and pawprints. Alex sat back with an air of triumph, and put his paw in the air, wuffing quietly.
Roll: 5
Darek dresses and heads downstairs for breakfast. As he opens his bedroom door, he gets a whiff o bacon and eggs, and his stomach rumbles in anticipation. He descends and makes his way into the dining room, where his parents greet him warmly. His sister ignores him, but that’s normal. He may not be well rested, but after a good meal, he is energized. Which is good, considering …
“Dishes” his mother staes, firmly.
“And when you are done there, the lawn.” His Father says as concisely. “And then, come see me.”
“y-yes sir.” Alex states, gathering the dishes.
Roll:2
The rain really begins to drag on Annie as she walks. It does nothing for her nerves, and so she steps into the first MacWendell’s she come’s across. It isn’t particularly crowded at this time, and what crowd there is is mostly older folks, meeting for breakfast, sipping their discount coffees and telling each other stories of days gone by. There is a young mother with two small children inside, the boy crying a tad too loud, and the girl sulking, hunkered down in the corner of the booth with a little pout and anger lines on her forehead. Outside, the rain begins coming down in buckets. Not literally, of course - it just rains very hard. This weather, the restaurant … this reminds nnie of something, but whatever it is flees her thoughts as quickly as it entered them.
Roll:2
Jack begins to retrace his steps, but he must have taken a wrong turn somewhere, as he ends up in the front office. A receptionist notices him, orders him to take a seat in a professionally friendly voice, and, a moment later, hands him a clipboard with a form on it, and a pen attached by a string. Jack glances at the form - Name, address, phone, email, previous work history, education … what? What is this?
Roll:3
Odd. It might be ... am I creating these objects as I look at where I imagine they would be? Then what would happen if I attempted something like ... this?
Stan tries to make a potato appear before him. He has a difficult time even getting a lasting image of a potato to stay in his mind, let alone in his hand. While he is concentrting so hard, a nurse comes in, pulls up a wheeled hospital bed table, and places a meal on it. It has a brown oval lump with some greenish brown viscous liquid on it, a puddle of light green, withered peas, and an off-white mash with more of the viscous fluid lumped into a divot in the mash, each item inside a depression in the stale green tray on which this delectable tret is served. A plastic fork and knife, wrapped in a napkin, which is itself wrapped in a white band taped to itself, sits alongside. And, of course, the little cup of syrupy peach slices sits in one corner. A carton of apple juice with one of those straws yo upoke through the lid, if you don’t crumple it instead, appears opposite the peaches. A banquet, to be sure! It’s almost too horrible not to be real.
Roll:1
It’s almost as if his wardrobe mistake was prophetic. Not eight blocks from home, Jeremy hears a painfully familiar voice. “Hey Johnny! Is that really you?” Jeremy hesitates to turn around and face this voice, but he does.
“Frankie?” Shocked, voices begin echoing in Jeremy’s head. This man … those were not good days.
“What are you doing in this neighborhood? And look at those duds! What are you, a cop now?” Frankie laughs at his joke - he never learned of Jeremy’s real identity, which was definitely a good thing.
Roll:3
"Ack! It's too late!"
“Darn right it’s too late!” One of the men says, laughing roughly. He grabs Jospeh roughly, and pushes him at another guy, who grabs him the same, while a third kicks him in the ass with the side of his foot.
“You loser. What chu yammering on about? You aint got the balls to cause us grief.”
Shove, grab, poke.
It goes on like this - push, trip, lift, push - for a few minutes, the men laughing - grab, spin, shove - a bit as they toy with him. At last, one of them hoists Joseph by the collar and the waist of his worn jeans, walks him at a brisk pace toward the entrance to the alley, and shoves, and Joseph naturally falls into a line of trash cans, tipping htem with a clatter. The men all laugh, then walk back to their steps without another glance. Jospeh climbs out of the garbave, and staaggers off, dizzy and a little disoriented.
Roll:4
"Could you get me a Colt Trooper Mk. V and .357 Magnum ammo?"
The shopkeeper reaches under the counter and pulls out a clipboard, slapping it firmly on the counter. It has a form on it, and a pen slid up under the clip, chain long broken, but still dangling off the end.
“Fill this out. Come back in five days. We don’t sell guns and ammo together.” The man says, the well worn spiel rolling out as the man moves. “Be quick about it, would’ya? I gotta close up soon.”
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