Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26889090-20170125124417/@comment-27661770-20170127014554

Meanwhile...

Somewghere in Louisiana

The Dulvey House

One man sat at a dinner table. He had a knife strapped to his side, a dead man laying across the table, a sleeping Lucas, his own mother staring blankly, and Marguerite off making a better dinner. Because- and he was gonna be honest- this one sucked.

"...fuck this guy in particular. EY LUCAS! GET YOUR SHITFACE UP! WE DO NOT FUCKIN' SLEEP AT THE DINNER TABLE, BOY!"

He was a little angry. ...and the Turned were causing a ruckus. Oh great.

"...ah shit, AGAIN? Daddy's got some punishments to deal. Fuckin' HATE these ingrates."

He picked up a shovel, and axe, some kind of weapon that looked like it would be used to pick up leaves, and his car keys. If they were in the garage, it was driving time.

"Only a matter of goddamn time. Shoulda KEPT acceptin' the god-fucking-damned, mother-fucking GIFT."

And the male of the Dulvey house was off.