|Gor (ibroughtdice) wrote in oblivionrp,|
@ 2009-03-17 19:03:00
|Entry tags:||gor, gor ios nik and slav, ios, nik, slav|
Mister Jones and Me
Who: The Jones Boys
Where: The Buffet
When: About 1:30 PM
Lunch was late, which surprised no one and Gor least of all. They had been roused from their various states of consciousness at 11:00 and ordered to report for a "family lunch" at noon at Circean Delight.
In the hour and a half which had elapsed since, the boys had practically become fixed residents of the hallway outside their parents' room. At noon, the argument had been hushed, and the hallway seemed almost peaceful. By 1:00, it had erupted into a screaming match, drawing worried glances from those unlucky enough to pass by.
By 1:30, the boys had abandoned their stations and gone to the buffet instead. Experience had taught them each that their parents weren't likely to be in the "family dining experience" mood by the end of the argument...which was probably still a long ways off.
Gor himself had moodily suggested they strike out on their own about ten minutes into the argument and had received a sharp smack to the back of his head for the trouble. Of all of them, he was always the first one to point out that the marriage was a failure...and only partly because pointing out their failed marriage led immediately to his own failures in life... Since his brothers were unimpressed with the theory, Gor had wisely remained silent this time, preferring to brood instead. It had only taken them an hour to decide on the buffet.
It was almost 1:30 now, and he was starving. Gor plopped down in his chair, a plate of mixed food set before him. He wore baggy jeans and a black T-shirt which read, "Jesus Saves! The rest of you take damage." It was a fairly mild outfit for him -- his mother had snatched his black make-up, chains, and spikes long before they left their house. Figured.