Alright, this here's the first attempt of what I hope to be many. No one, and I mean, NO ONE may post other than the two listed in the title. You may, however, view this at your convienence and pleasure. And remember, this IS an official RP for an official date, so don't leave posts like "hey, what's up?". Make it full-fledged, and have fun!
Edward, we await your presence..
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Dromar Darkwind|Der Führer von FFR|Super Elite Member
Prince of Final Fantasy Republic
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Rugged, yet charming, I step slowly out of my 500 horsepower gas-guzzling American truck and quickly decide to take off my form-fitting muscle shirt on this bright, hot summer afternoon. The sweat on my built pecs glistens from the torrid sun in the distance.
Scratching my manly 5 o' clock shadow after a long day's work at the steel factory, my nostrils flare as I sniff in the warm air, searching for the scent of a hot dinner just prepared by my love, Sarah. I smell what could either be a steaming chicken pesto with linguini in olive oil, or the squirrel colony in the midst of the ritual mating season. Let's hope it's the former, for her sake.
I stretch and flex my muscles, content with the afternoon air, and head towards the front door of my house that I break my back at the factory everyday to pay for so Sarah can live in comfort and stay home to wash my laundry and watch her soaps. My biceps quiver at the thought of the romantic evening ahead.
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Last edited by Honest Abel : 06.21.06 at 16:06:17.
Was that Abel’s 500 horsepower gas-guzzling American truck pulling up? I think to myself . The front door handle rattles. Quickly I pull out the pots and pan. Abel walks through the door.
“Why hello dear.”
I turn around swiftly to the stove top pretending to cook something.
“Its been a very long day for me, I had to wash all the clothes and dust around the house”
I go to the fridge and pull out the chicken. I noticed we needed to restock on the milk.
OOC: We're not married, we just live together seeing as I wanted to relocate to this house in the suburbs of Arlington, and since I had shared an apartment with her in Dallas in the two previous years I knew that she could take proper care of living quarters, so I invited her to pay 1/3 rent (our other housemate, John Jacob Johansson, is currently at a family reunion in Oklahoma City and won't be returning until Saturday afternoon). Just about two weeks ago, something sparked between Sarah and I and we just began dating. Give the exposition a little time.
"Ya look like you's suprised ta see me," I speak in my manly, reckless Texan accent, doubting that she failed to hear my 500 horsepower gas-guzzling American truck. I grow ever-more suspicious at her subtle diversions from my meal. Upset that my enormous Texan appetite will not be forthwith quelled, I ask angrily "Suppa should be ready and steamin' on the table when I step foot in this house! Why ain't suppa ready? Washin' clothes and dustin' ain't a 9-5 job, Sarah! An' ya know I hate it when you kick up the dust with that feather a yours. I say leave it on the shelves where it ain't doin' nobody no harm."
Feeling frustrated and betrayed, I begin to sweat some more, and my ripped physique looks slick and well-oiled. Sarah could practically see her reflection on my torso if it weren't for the growth of thick, manly chest hair. Obviously pissed, I retreat to the refrigerator to have a few swigs of milk from the carton. But what's this! Not more than a half-mouth full, and it's all gone.
"There's nothin' ta eat in this house, woman! Don't ya know how ta shop!"
After a long, loving silence, I tell her to put away the chicken breast and romantically suggest that we dine out tonight.
“Well yeah im surprised to see ya, you don’t come home from work until five a’clock and you came at four thritay that’s why suppa aint ready!”
“and as for tha dust’ in I have allergies and I don’t want them dust growing on the shelf I’d rather have them out of my way! I need some money also I need to go grocery shoppin”
But after speaking those words of critisism, i was instantly regretful, for i had just noticed the tone in which Abel had asked me my choice of restarants, and knew what was on his manly mind.
I turn off the stove and put away the chicken I also noticed I need to buy some eggs.
"But lets take this one step at a time. lets go to that new steak place I think its called Kill‘em and Grill‘em, and then afterwards, we'll getcha sum more cow juice. Lemme get ready I need to take a shower”
I go upstairs to the bedroom it is cold. I turn to the left into the closet ponderin of what to wear. I turn on the light. I noticed that the closet was a mess and that I would have to clean it up sooner or later
“Oh what to wear what to wear?”
I step over the pile of jeans and shirts
“Oh I found it ill wear my silk red dress! He loves that dress.”
I then recalled to myself all the times he used to call me his 'little red fox' every time I wore that. and always whispered in my ear how he was gunna hunt me down when we got back, always afterwards howling at a moon only he could see.
I walk out of the closet and go into the restroom and walk towards the shower. I turn the knob slightly to the right and I wait till I see the steam raise up. I undress and take the shower. After about 15 minutes I wrapped my self with the towel I reach down and take out the hair dryer and started blow dryin my hair. Then after I did my makeup.
I hear Abel making a ruckus downstairs so I grabbed my black shoes and went down stairs.
“How do I look?”
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