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jessup (jessup) wrote in oldwest_rpg,
@ 2008-05-18 11:20:00

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abelinda greene, jessup greene

Taking a nap isn't quite that easy
Who: Jessup Greene, Abelinda Green and [OPEN!]
Where: Barber Shop
When: May 17th, Afternoon
Status: Incomplete
Summary: Jessup is seriously trying to sneak off and take a nap. Abelinda decides to put him to work.

Jessup stepped out onto the wooden planks outside of the barber shop. Tilting his hat back, he stretched his arms up over his head, his joints popping and muscles aching from the labor he'd already completed that day.

Taking in a deep breath, he glanced around, nodding his head to a few men as they passed and tipping his hat to the ladies. He wondered when his mother would get here. She'd been gone an awful long time. He turned his head, looking into the glass of the shop. Not noticing his wife a smile pulled up the corners of his lips. He could take a siesta and she'd never know. Until she came lookin for him of course.

Going back into the shop, he grabbed one of the wooden chairs inside and carted it out the back door. Putting it down he sat, leaning it back until the top of the chair rested against the outside wall. Propping his booted feet up on one of the rain barrels, he shifted his hat once again over his face and laced his fingers to lay them on his stomach.

The warmth of the day, even though there were clouds banking, warmed Jessup’s knee making the stiffness of the morning and changing weather a little more bearable. He knew that rain was moving in, and he hated that he knew it. Damn horse.

Settling down it didn’t take him all that long to start on his after lunch siesta. Abelinda was probably still cleaning up from where they’d had their lunch, maybe feeding little Francis. Jessup thought he’d have a little while to sleep, to rest a little while before his wife put him back to work.

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beautserpent
2008-05-18 04:00 pm UTC (link)

She had made a fine lunch for them all. Smiling at her cooing baby she walked around with him in her arms. Talking softly to him and burping him. Abelinda waited a few moments, seeing that tell tale yawn run through her children. She wished she could take a nap as well. Refusing to give in to the contagious yawn she ushered the children into their rooms, making them slip back into sleeping clothes and into their beds.

Kissing both her girls on the foreheads she sang to them a little, standing there rocking from foot to foot with the baby still in her arms. As soon as her girls drifted off to sleep she turned to her room, putting the sleeping Francis in his crib and making sure he would be fine for a while.

That was when the eldest got back up and came in. She liked taking her naps in Abelinda and Jessup's bed and Abelinda couldn't break her of it. Smiling at Maria she moved the crib closer to the bed. Maria was a light sleeper, if Francis made a sound her daughter would wake up and cry for her momma. Watching them sleep for a few minutes, Abelinda moved back to clean up the lunch mess.

Finishing she dried her hands on her apron and wondered why she wasn't hearing anything from her husband downstairs. Muttering to herself she took her apron off, ran a hand over her hair and went downstairs. As quietly as she could walk she did such, keeping her mouth shut and her thoughts to herself for once. Spotting a chair gone she narrowed her eyes and slipped outside through the front door. She would be quieter walking around the side of the shop than through it.

Moving to the back of their building she put her hands on her hips, eyes going over the length of her husband. Abelinda had to admit he was a pretty man, she'd done good. That was until he dragged her kicking and screaming to the alter and then ruined her figure by getting her pregnant. Above all that, he was a good man. That made her madder than a wet hen on butchering day too.

Sighing she walked over to him, grabbing the hat off of his head she smacked him with it. "You lazy gringo! You think you can laze around here and not do a thing to help me?!" Smacking him again with the hat she huffed, "I can't stand your laziness! Idle hands are of the devil and you are the devil!" She threw her own hands up then brought the hat down to smack him with it again, if she could manage it. She had half a mind to throw him into the rain water bucket. Thinking on it she canted her head to the side and kicked at the back of the chair he was in.