| Dinnertime |
[Jul. 22nd, 2011|07:47 pm] |
Ruth Ann checked the casserole in the oven, and looked at the time. Another fifteen minutes before it was done. She dumped a frozen bag of broccoli into a strainer setting in a pot of boiling water, and covered it with a lid. Now to go find her son, which would probably take him as long as it took for the food to finish cooking, and for her to get it set out on the table before he was back, washed up, and ready to eat.
"Abigail, I'm going outside to get Josiah," she told her daughter. "If I'm not back up here by the time the buzzer goes off, would you go get your Aunt Riza to take care of the food for me, please?"
The ten-year-old looked up from her book and nodded.
With that taken care of, Ruth Ann hurried down the flight of stairs and stepped outside of the building, looking around. "Josiah!" she called, cupping her hands around her mouth, then put her fists on her hips. If he wasn't out on the grounds, then he was likely inside next door. |
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| The best part of waking up.... |
[Jun. 4th, 2011|12:29 am] |
Sloth was the first up, which stood to reason, as she'd never really gone to bed. She stayed up all night, knitting needles clacking away quietly as she worked on a new blanket for Alphonse's bed.
In the bedroom, she heard Roy's alarm clock go off, telling her to get up and start breakfast. She went to the kitchen to figure out what she could make with what they had. |
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| Temporary Residents |
[Jun. 2nd, 2011|03:28 am] |
Van appeared on the grounds, moments before the others arrived, and looked to the windows of Ed's apartment. Some lights were still on, which meant that somebody was still awake. Good.
Not that he had any qualms about waking Ed up, even if it would mean dealing with a cranky Ed. |
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