Post by Madie on Jun 22, 2009 15:36:37 GMT -5
OOC: I'm just randomly posting, trying to get a feel for my new characters. If anyone wants to join you are welcome to
Trisha yawned and stepped out on her old pickup. She stretched in the warm sunlight. It felt so good to be out of the house. Her whole morning had been taken up cleaning the filthy house and now the stining smell of bleach had driven her out. She let herself into the store and wandered up and down the aisles. She couldn't help but feel like one of those mothers who had no life outside of home, Damn I need to meet some people she thought to herself. She silently cursed Hunter for condemning her to such a lame existence. But he didn't force her to move in, and it wasn't his fault she didn't really know much about horses. Still it was easier to blame somone else for your troubles. Thinking about all of this was putting Trisha in a bad mood. She grabbed a bag of chips and a magazine off the shelves. After paying for them she climbed in the back of her pickup, flipped to a random page, and started munching on her chips. She knew that by now Damien had probably let his damn dog in the house and she didn't feel like cleaning the floor AGAIN. Damn living like this was going to take a while to get used to.
Trisha yawned and stepped out on her old pickup. She stretched in the warm sunlight. It felt so good to be out of the house. Her whole morning had been taken up cleaning the filthy house and now the stining smell of bleach had driven her out. She let herself into the store and wandered up and down the aisles. She couldn't help but feel like one of those mothers who had no life outside of home, Damn I need to meet some people she thought to herself. She silently cursed Hunter for condemning her to such a lame existence. But he didn't force her to move in, and it wasn't his fault she didn't really know much about horses. Still it was easier to blame somone else for your troubles. Thinking about all of this was putting Trisha in a bad mood. She grabbed a bag of chips and a magazine off the shelves. After paying for them she climbed in the back of her pickup, flipped to a random page, and started munching on her chips. She knew that by now Damien had probably let his damn dog in the house and she didn't feel like cleaning the floor AGAIN. Damn living like this was going to take a while to get used to.