Hello once again. I seem to be getting more and more used to
how this place runs... I think that's a good thing...I know my
chapters have been sort of short, but I write whenever I feel
the need to, and this is how they come out. Plus, I know how
I feel when I'm waiting and waiting for a new chapter of a
fic...So, it may be short, but at least it's another chapter!
Thanks to everyone who's commented, if it weren't for you, I
doubt I'd be posting any of this here, heh. Well, enjoy.
As they reached the front door, Rosalyn smiled briefly at the lifeless doll heads and bodies sticking upon the wall, their empty eyes glaring hollowly at her. "Cute. This you're doing?" Her tone of voice wasn't sarcastic, or afraid, but serious and interested. Lyn guessed this was a surprise to Baby, for her eyes showed much astonishment in Lyn's pleasure of her house. "Yea. I used to just take my dolls apart and, ya' know, stick 'em on the wall." It seemed like she went through this speech before, for her voice faltered lightly. That piercing laugh stuck the air once more, as Baby opened the creaking door of the house.
A faint smell of musty furniture and urine hit Rosalyn's nostrils, and they flared lightly. The floorboards creaked uneasily under the weight of her boots as she stepped in and shut the door slowly. Baby touched Lyn gently on the shoulder before speaking, "I'll be back in a sec', gotta' tell my mom I'm home." She flashed a toothy smile at Rosalyn, and hurried off in the direction of what appeared to be the kitchen.
Her eyes shifted lightly over the room in which she stood. It seemed to the living room, because the obvious casualties that were in such a room were there. A dirty couch stood all by it's lonesome near Rosalyn, the sun outlining it with pride. She gazed back toward the room where Baby had left off to, and then back to the couch.
The couch looked highly more comfortable than standing within the doorway, and her legs longed to rest from the walking. Moving rather sluggish over toward the couch, she plopped herself into it's comfort, listening to the muffled voices from the kitchen. 'They're hiding something.' Lyn thought dully. She could make out a few words they had spoken louder then the rest. "Different...? How so?" She held her tongue and movement, not honestly caring at this point, and she leaned back into the soothing comforts of the couch. Sleep drifted wearily into her mind, overtaking it with ease.
Exhaustion was heavy on her eyelids, and it took a bit of strength to open her eyes. The lids slowly opened into a slit, glaring at what appeared to be a television screen. Lyn's pupils dilated hurtfully to get used to the glaring light. A light moan escaped her lips as she sat up off of the couch, pain shooting through her neck. 'Damn it, fell asleep wrong.' She thought. "Did the T.V. Wake ya'?" Baby's squeaky voice chimed in from the other end of the couch.
"Heh, no... Sorry I fell asleep. Guess I was pretty tired." Running a hand through her soft hair, she glanced out the window, darkness pouring in through it. 'Fuck, must have slept awhile...' Baby's chomping of popcorn broke her thoughts, and Lyn's eyes moved to look at Baby again. "It's fine." Baby began, "You look exhausted, so we decided to let you rest. Popcorn?" She held the plastic bowl in front of Rosalyn, who took a few pieces. "Thanks." She downed the cornels, swallowing them with roughness, and spoke once more. "So, any news on my car?" She arched a hopeful brow, but inside, she wasn't exactly thrilled about continuing her, 'Traveling.'
"Well," Baby spoke in between smacks of her lips, "RJ says he's going to have to go out and buy a new belt for it, which my take awhile seeing as your car's slightly older." Lyn hesitated before responding. "So, what should I do?" Baby gave a small giggle, one that seemed less chilling than before, "Stay here with us for awhile, silly. We ain't gonna' let ya' sleep outside." A small smirk played lazily on Lyn's face, and she nodded lightly. "You sure you guys don't mind?" Baby nudged her lightly with her elbow, in a friendly manor, "Of course not. It's nice to have a visitor." Baby smiled again, offering her some more popcorn.
Lyn was interrupted by the voice of another woman in the doorway from the presumed, 'Kitchen.' Her eyes searched over the woman, noting out her details. There was a big blue bow in the woman's hair that was tied lazily on the side like a headband. Lyn also noticed an orange feather boa over the woman's slim neck, and she smiled lightly at her style. It was interesting to her.
She watched the woman ride her hand up her tanned legging in a racy way. "Baby! Why are ya' eatin' now? Yer' gonna' spoil yer' appetite! I won't be feedin' ya' anymore if ya' just insist on eatin' popcorn all the time." The woman's eyes glanced over Rosalyn. "Well, yer' awake! Glad to see ya' got some rest." She smiled with ruby red closed lips, and gave Baby a meaningful glare.
"This is my Mother." Spoke Baby lazily, her head cocking with disinterest in the way of her mother. Lyn smiled lightly at the woman, nodding her head in greeting. "Pleasure." Baby's mother smiled back, yellowish teeth practically glowing in the dim light of the room. "Welcome. Were happy to make ya' are guest." Her accent was also highly tinted with Southernism, yet a small lisp made her voice unique. "Baby, we're gonna' eat soon, so ya' bring our guest in the dinin' room to meet the rest of the family as soon as it's ready." In response, Baby rolled her eyes nonchalantly and waved a hand as if to dismiss her. Her mother only smiled at Lyn, and tapped Baby lightly on the head before leaving the room in a hurried step.
Lyn had almost fallen asleep by the time Baby's mother had yelled out toward Baby and her. Baby looked peppy and stood, setting the empty popcorn bowl on the floor. "Dinner time." She said gleefully. Then, smiling a bit, she took Lyn's hand, helped her to her booted feet, and led her into the dinning area, her hand slipping leisurely around Rosalyn's waist, but she didn't mind. It was a rather big room, and Lyn smirked lightly at the gleam of lit candles all around the room. She began to like the way things worked in this household, and for one odd reason or another, she didn't feel the same tension she had when she first met Baby.
"What kinda' shit you cookin' tonight?" A rather distraught elder man walked into the dinning area, just as Baby had left to help her mother in the kitchen, her hand slipping reluctantly from Lyn's waist. The man caught sight of Rosalyn, and looked her up and down a few times, the same way Captain Spaulding had. A low whistle came from his mouth, and he stuck his thumbs through the red suspenders that lay over his torso. "Well, gollee'! I'll be damned, Baby brought me home a live one." Lyn only smirked mysteriously at the man, and took a seat at the table. She could tell her shorts had seemingly hiked up a bit, revealing a bit more fishnet stocking and leg, and she ignored the implying glare the man shot at her, thought she was flattered a bit.
Different assortments of pots and pans were carried in with Baby and her Mother. Mouthwatering steam rising from beneath the hot covers. When Rosalyn offered to help, they only smiled, and shook their head saying they'd had it under control. The Grandfather, whom Lyn was supposing it was, was drinking from a silver flask when they entered with the last pan, and Baby shot him a foul look. He smirked back and closed the cap reluctantly.
The mother laid her hands at her waist, and tilted her hip outward, glancing at Baby. "Go get Tiny sweetheart." She had said lightly before shouting quite loud, "Otis! Otis Driftwood, get yer' pale ass down here right now and eat!" After she'd spoken Mother had shook her head lightly, and shifted her eyes at Rosalyn. Lyn hadn't known how many people were in this family, but this was seemingly the conclusion...
As they reached the front door, Rosalyn smiled briefly at the lifeless doll heads and bodies sticking upon the wall, their empty eyes glaring hollowly at her. "Cute. This you're doing?" Her tone of voice wasn't sarcastic, or afraid, but serious and interested. Lyn guessed this was a surprise to Baby, for her eyes showed much astonishment in Lyn's pleasure of her house. "Yea. I used to just take my dolls apart and, ya' know, stick 'em on the wall." It seemed like she went through this speech before, for her voice faltered lightly. That piercing laugh stuck the air once more, as Baby opened the creaking door of the house.
A faint smell of musty furniture and urine hit Rosalyn's nostrils, and they flared lightly. The floorboards creaked uneasily under the weight of her boots as she stepped in and shut the door slowly. Baby touched Lyn gently on the shoulder before speaking, "I'll be back in a sec', gotta' tell my mom I'm home." She flashed a toothy smile at Rosalyn, and hurried off in the direction of what appeared to be the kitchen.
Her eyes shifted lightly over the room in which she stood. It seemed to the living room, because the obvious casualties that were in such a room were there. A dirty couch stood all by it's lonesome near Rosalyn, the sun outlining it with pride. She gazed back toward the room where Baby had left off to, and then back to the couch.
The couch looked highly more comfortable than standing within the doorway, and her legs longed to rest from the walking. Moving rather sluggish over toward the couch, she plopped herself into it's comfort, listening to the muffled voices from the kitchen. 'They're hiding something.' Lyn thought dully. She could make out a few words they had spoken louder then the rest. "Different...? How so?" She held her tongue and movement, not honestly caring at this point, and she leaned back into the soothing comforts of the couch. Sleep drifted wearily into her mind, overtaking it with ease.
Exhaustion was heavy on her eyelids, and it took a bit of strength to open her eyes. The lids slowly opened into a slit, glaring at what appeared to be a television screen. Lyn's pupils dilated hurtfully to get used to the glaring light. A light moan escaped her lips as she sat up off of the couch, pain shooting through her neck. 'Damn it, fell asleep wrong.' She thought. "Did the T.V. Wake ya'?" Baby's squeaky voice chimed in from the other end of the couch.
"Heh, no... Sorry I fell asleep. Guess I was pretty tired." Running a hand through her soft hair, she glanced out the window, darkness pouring in through it. 'Fuck, must have slept awhile...' Baby's chomping of popcorn broke her thoughts, and Lyn's eyes moved to look at Baby again. "It's fine." Baby began, "You look exhausted, so we decided to let you rest. Popcorn?" She held the plastic bowl in front of Rosalyn, who took a few pieces. "Thanks." She downed the cornels, swallowing them with roughness, and spoke once more. "So, any news on my car?" She arched a hopeful brow, but inside, she wasn't exactly thrilled about continuing her, 'Traveling.'
"Well," Baby spoke in between smacks of her lips, "RJ says he's going to have to go out and buy a new belt for it, which my take awhile seeing as your car's slightly older." Lyn hesitated before responding. "So, what should I do?" Baby gave a small giggle, one that seemed less chilling than before, "Stay here with us for awhile, silly. We ain't gonna' let ya' sleep outside." A small smirk played lazily on Lyn's face, and she nodded lightly. "You sure you guys don't mind?" Baby nudged her lightly with her elbow, in a friendly manor, "Of course not. It's nice to have a visitor." Baby smiled again, offering her some more popcorn.
Lyn was interrupted by the voice of another woman in the doorway from the presumed, 'Kitchen.' Her eyes searched over the woman, noting out her details. There was a big blue bow in the woman's hair that was tied lazily on the side like a headband. Lyn also noticed an orange feather boa over the woman's slim neck, and she smiled lightly at her style. It was interesting to her.
She watched the woman ride her hand up her tanned legging in a racy way. "Baby! Why are ya' eatin' now? Yer' gonna' spoil yer' appetite! I won't be feedin' ya' anymore if ya' just insist on eatin' popcorn all the time." The woman's eyes glanced over Rosalyn. "Well, yer' awake! Glad to see ya' got some rest." She smiled with ruby red closed lips, and gave Baby a meaningful glare.
"This is my Mother." Spoke Baby lazily, her head cocking with disinterest in the way of her mother. Lyn smiled lightly at the woman, nodding her head in greeting. "Pleasure." Baby's mother smiled back, yellowish teeth practically glowing in the dim light of the room. "Welcome. Were happy to make ya' are guest." Her accent was also highly tinted with Southernism, yet a small lisp made her voice unique. "Baby, we're gonna' eat soon, so ya' bring our guest in the dinin' room to meet the rest of the family as soon as it's ready." In response, Baby rolled her eyes nonchalantly and waved a hand as if to dismiss her. Her mother only smiled at Lyn, and tapped Baby lightly on the head before leaving the room in a hurried step.
Lyn had almost fallen asleep by the time Baby's mother had yelled out toward Baby and her. Baby looked peppy and stood, setting the empty popcorn bowl on the floor. "Dinner time." She said gleefully. Then, smiling a bit, she took Lyn's hand, helped her to her booted feet, and led her into the dinning area, her hand slipping leisurely around Rosalyn's waist, but she didn't mind. It was a rather big room, and Lyn smirked lightly at the gleam of lit candles all around the room. She began to like the way things worked in this household, and for one odd reason or another, she didn't feel the same tension she had when she first met Baby.
"What kinda' shit you cookin' tonight?" A rather distraught elder man walked into the dinning area, just as Baby had left to help her mother in the kitchen, her hand slipping reluctantly from Lyn's waist. The man caught sight of Rosalyn, and looked her up and down a few times, the same way Captain Spaulding had. A low whistle came from his mouth, and he stuck his thumbs through the red suspenders that lay over his torso. "Well, gollee'! I'll be damned, Baby brought me home a live one." Lyn only smirked mysteriously at the man, and took a seat at the table. She could tell her shorts had seemingly hiked up a bit, revealing a bit more fishnet stocking and leg, and she ignored the implying glare the man shot at her, thought she was flattered a bit.
Different assortments of pots and pans were carried in with Baby and her Mother. Mouthwatering steam rising from beneath the hot covers. When Rosalyn offered to help, they only smiled, and shook their head saying they'd had it under control. The Grandfather, whom Lyn was supposing it was, was drinking from a silver flask when they entered with the last pan, and Baby shot him a foul look. He smirked back and closed the cap reluctantly.
The mother laid her hands at her waist, and tilted her hip outward, glancing at Baby. "Go get Tiny sweetheart." She had said lightly before shouting quite loud, "Otis! Otis Driftwood, get yer' pale ass down here right now and eat!" After she'd spoken Mother had shook her head lightly, and shifted her eyes at Rosalyn. Lyn hadn't known how many people were in this family, but this was seemingly the conclusion...