((Link to the OOC: http://christianforums.com/showthread.php?t=7320219))
Donald McGuire plays puppets with the children at the storm shelter.
"Officer, Officer!" says the boyish puppet.
"Yes? How may I help you, sir?" says Don through the policeman puppet.
"I've been robbed!"
"Well, what did they take, sir?"
"Look at my hands! They took my fingers!"
"Oh, no! They took mine too! Wait a minute... We never had any fingers!"
"Oh, yeah!"
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP....
Don looks at his watch. "Woah! Sorry, kids. I've gotta get going now."
[4:30 PM, in a neighborhood near the city of New York. A mother cooks dinner with one of her two daughters while the other studies in the living room....]
"Where is your father...?" says the mother. "The sun will be setting pretty soon."
A few minutes later, Don walks through the front door. "I'm home! Hey, Stacy."
Stacy, a fifteen-year-old girl with dark brown hair and a nearly gothic look, mumbles "Hey," and returns to her book.
"Hey Sam," he pats his daughter on the head. "Evening, Elen."
Samantha was a bit brighter than her sister, both in appearance and in demeanor.
Elen glances out of the window. "Oh, my gosh! It's getting dark already! We'd better lock up now."
[A few hours later...]
Stacy wakes up from the noise of an iron trash can being knocked over. She steps out of her sleeping bag in the front room, steps over her dad and her sister and peeks out of the blinds. Outside, a dark figure groans as it picks itself off of the ground.
"Stupid creature."
Then Stacy hears a groan right next to the window and removes her fingers from in between the blinds when she notices the shadow of the creature stop directly in front of her.
Her father covers her mouth from behind and holds a pistol with his other hand. Their hearts nearly beat out of their chests as they waited to see what the creature would do.
Then, they breathed a sigh of relief as the creature kept on moving. Donald turned Stacy around to look at him. "Don't do that again."
Donald McGuire plays puppets with the children at the storm shelter.
"Officer, Officer!" says the boyish puppet.
"Yes? How may I help you, sir?" says Don through the policeman puppet.
"I've been robbed!"
"Well, what did they take, sir?"
"Look at my hands! They took my fingers!"
"Oh, no! They took mine too! Wait a minute... We never had any fingers!"
"Oh, yeah!"
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP....
Don looks at his watch. "Woah! Sorry, kids. I've gotta get going now."
[4:30 PM, in a neighborhood near the city of New York. A mother cooks dinner with one of her two daughters while the other studies in the living room....]
"Where is your father...?" says the mother. "The sun will be setting pretty soon."
A few minutes later, Don walks through the front door. "I'm home! Hey, Stacy."
Stacy, a fifteen-year-old girl with dark brown hair and a nearly gothic look, mumbles "Hey," and returns to her book.
"Hey Sam," he pats his daughter on the head. "Evening, Elen."
Samantha was a bit brighter than her sister, both in appearance and in demeanor.
Elen glances out of the window. "Oh, my gosh! It's getting dark already! We'd better lock up now."
[A few hours later...]
Stacy wakes up from the noise of an iron trash can being knocked over. She steps out of her sleeping bag in the front room, steps over her dad and her sister and peeks out of the blinds. Outside, a dark figure groans as it picks itself off of the ground.
"Stupid creature."
Then Stacy hears a groan right next to the window and removes her fingers from in between the blinds when she notices the shadow of the creature stop directly in front of her.
Her father covers her mouth from behind and holds a pistol with his other hand. Their hearts nearly beat out of their chests as they waited to see what the creature would do.
Then, they breathed a sigh of relief as the creature kept on moving. Donald turned Stacy around to look at him. "Don't do that again."
