Damien Thorn (sonofajackal) wrote in ridgewayresort, @ 2010-11-25 00:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | damien thorn, jack skellington, sally finkelstein |
Who: Damien, Jack, and Sally
When: Thursday [post-dated]
Where: Cabin 17
What: Thanksgiving Dinner
Rating: TBD
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Damien had spent the day in his cabin, pleased at not needing to work for this occasion. He had perhaps moped around a bit as he waited for Sally. He'd actually been rather quiet for the past few days. He had not yet told his roommate as to what he was feeling or what it was all about, or what caused his slight change, although he mostly covered it up well. He'd likely tell him about it soon. Oh, and he had flirted with Jack here and there in passing at night before bed. Though lately it was.. less so. He did like their trysts. They were fun even if he knew it wasn't exactly right. Part of him wondered if he should let it go. He did like it better when Jack initiated it at times. And if he kept at this, Damien realized he might possibly lose a friend, though this time was truly his doing. He had been thinking of a way to resolve it. But damn, it was just so much damn fun! But he had lately been quieter and keeping to himself as they waited and prepared. He sighed then, as he looked at the table filled with food. The dinner was completely ready. Turkey was nicely roasted and set in the middle. There was also mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberries, peas, corn, yams, meatloaf, stuffing, and other samples fitting to the holiday, in addition to various types of drinks.
He uncrossed his arms from his secluded spot by the wall, hearing a knock at the door. He was wearing a simple black shirt with blue slacks. He looked rather nice, if he said so himself, and chances are that he would. Jack looked quite nice in his outfit as well. "Ahh, she is here!" He smiled then at Jack. "Don't worry, I'll try to behave this time.." And he would, he really would put the effort in. But there were times when he would get slightly carried away. He didn't intend for it, but he was Damien, the antichrist, after all. Though he knew anything could happen. Just so long as he could eat with friends, he'd be happy. "Shall we?" He gestured for jack to follow as the door was opened afterward. "Sally! Welcome, glad you came." He offered his hand in greeting, ever the poster boy for excellent manners.