|Lucien Harper (lucien_h) wrote in childofeden_rp,|
@ 2014-01-06 02:35:00
|Entry tags:||character: emerson dewitt, character: lucien harper, location: dewitt mansion, thread: complete, |week: 07, ~date: 08/august 18|
WHO: Emerson and Lucien
WHERE: DeWitt Mansion
WHEN: Week 7. Sunday, late afternoon
WHY: It has already started to snow and Lucien is not happy about not being able to leave the house.
WARNINGS: Lucien's mind and both their swearing mouths
He had gone out that morning, but with Emerson waiting in the car he had not had time to go get any booze just yet so when he thought he could possible go and sneak off without going missing he found that there was snow. Fucking snow on the front law. It was already a good couple feet and the visability was not good. There was no way he could make his way out there, if he could even get out. Had Emerson put a damn spell on the fucking door? Lucien turned right around and went to go find his dear old cousin to give him a piece of his mind.
He found him in the study room or whatever it was called. "Why the fuck do the doors not open?" He asked, although he knew the answer. "Plan to keep me locked up in here like some kind of fucking animal? Is it not bad enough that you keep your liquor locked up in some sort of Fort Freaking Knox, but now I have to stay in here and endure that?" Lucien crossed his arms like some sort of petulant child.