Darcy Rhone is a total MILF (total_milf) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2012-03-01 15:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | darcy ainsley |
WHO: Darcy Ainsley and toddler!twin Ainsleys (NPC)
WHERE: Walmart parking lot
WHEN: Around 10:00am
RATING: Low
STATUS: Closed; Narrative
Dick had told Darcy that, while he was out of commission, she should ask Barry to go with her if she needed to go out. Whoever that was, she didn't know him and the way things were going as of late, with people turning evil left and right, Darcy didn't want to take the chance. She was sure that Dick's friend was a great guy and would've been willing to help her out if she dropped Dick's name, but not knowing Barry on her own merit meant not knowing whether he was "himself," so to speak. Darcy was unwilling to take that chance. But, the fact of the matter was, she was out of Pull Ups and juice boxes. Plus, she'd been waiting, intentionally, until the last minute to get shoes for the boys to go with their tiny suits, because their feet seemed to grow at random and short intervals.
So, she decided now was as good a time as any to take her own car — one that she'd bought not too long after getting the never-ending money wish from the Christmas bauble, but that she hadn't felt like taking out because of the weather — for the first time, rather than relying on public transportation.
The trip wasn't long. The shopping was faster, still. Darcy hated Walmart and everything it stood for. She hated the way every single Walmart she'd gone into was a dirty, disgusting shithole, she hated that the parking was a bitch, that the cashiers had attitude problems, and that they had every reason to if that documentary on Netflix had been anything to go by. So, whenever she went to Walmart, Darcy was in and out as quickly as possible.
Pushing the cart up against the car, Darcy unlocked the trunk and told the boys to sit still so they didn't roll away. Content to be sitting in the big part of the cart where they both knew they weren't really supposed to be, the twins obliged, making faces at one another as Darcy unloaded the rest of the cart into the trunk.
"Dammit..." she muttered to herself, frustrated when one of the juice boxes proved to be leaking all over the shoes she'd bought the boys. "Fucking Walmart," she added, angrily, turning her attention from the boys to cleaning up as quickly as she could to keep the shoes from getting ruined. Just as she had finished, she realized, all of a sudden, that the twins...were way too quiet. "Boys...what are you doing?" she called out in her warning voice; the one she used when she could tell they were up to no good because they were being too quiet for her taste. Only, when they didn't answer with their normal, in-unison, "nothing, Mama!" Darcy looked over her shoulder and yelped in surprise. This was every mother's biggest fear and still somehow managed to fall into the 'it'll never happen to me' file in the backs of their minds.
The cart was now empty. The boys had gone missing.