Penelope Cordelia Sullivan (alwayspenny) wrote in genome_project, @ 2012-04-06 20:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | april 2012, open |
Who: Penny Sullivan and Jordan Sullivan (NPC) and OPEN
Where: Railroad
What: Another day, another meager breakfast
When: April 6th
Rating: Low
"Mom."
"Jordan."
Penny walked around the kitchen area with her slight limp. She didn't like to dwell on it too much, but sometimes she could almost swear her leg never truly healed after she'd gotten shot. Of course, just bringing up her leg almost immediately put Sully and everyone else in a foul mood, so it was probably best to keep her worries and her pain to herself. Breakfast today was a grand feast of pop tarts and a piece of bread that was so hard you could likely use it as a weapon. At least, it was something to consider.
"Mom."
"Jordan."
There was also some juice, but Penny wanted to conserve that. A few brave people lost quite a bit trying to get that little bit of juice to them, and she wasn't about to just toss all their hard work out the window like that. Oh wait, window? Or the hole in the wall that they called a window? Yeah, that was more like it. It was hard not feeling annoyed about their situation, especially when Penny had been so used to getting what she wanted what with her parents having money and all. She couldn't exactly remember where that money had all gone anyway. Probably when her father died...
"MOM!"
"JORDAN, WHAT IS IT?"
Penny dropped the plastic knife she was using to try and cut the stone bread with and turned to her son. He looked so much like his father, especially now, sitting at their raggedy table, feet dangling off the edge of his chair, a look of rebellion on his face.
"Your shoes are untied."
Penny glanced down and then looked back up at her son with a sigh. She had often told Sully that he was going to be the death of her, and she was right. He'd given her a son that was just like him, and he was definitely going to worry her to death.
"Thanks baby," she said and brought breakfast over to him at the table before sitting down to tie her shoes.
"I'll get it," Jordan said. He was kneeling in front of her before she had time to protest. He knew very well how difficult it was for her to lift her bad leg. He was so good sometimes.
"Thanks," she said when he was done, "again." She cupped his cheeks and brushed back his distinctly Sullivan hair. "Mommy loves you."
"I love you too."