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CHARACTERS: Che Céspedes [mojitostand], Matthew Williams [underthelily] & anyone.
WHEN: Morning/8AM, Wednesday, December 23rd.
WHERE: LOT L12, Céspedes Residence.
WHAT: Not a fan of the commercialized Christmas holidays and not a fan of snow, Che likes to think he is a brave man today by even considering getting dressed and going out in the snow, still, he has the three shop-dogs at the home and they want to go out and romp around, so, at the very least he has to open the door. . .
RATING: TBA
NOTE[S]: Anyone can join in!
The dogs scrambled eagerly around the front door as Che sat on the worn couch within his living room and put on his boots, lacing them up as tightly as they would go. He really did not like the snow. He came from a warm climate and honestly, he had never really seen snow till he came to the country because who in the world cares about snow when the lowest temperature you experienced as a child was akin to a humid spring day in a southern nation? The snow terrified him, but someone had to clear off his walk way and hell, at least he did not have to brave the weather at five in the morning to get to work on time. So, donning a heavy jacket and some gloves, he sighed and walked up to the door, gripping the handle and looking past the windows at the snow that literally covered everything it could touch.
"Dios me salve. . ." he mumbled as the dogs, Anier, Teofilo and Yanire all stood wagging their tails and waiting for the door to open.
Unlocking the door and pushing it aside the best he could, the dogs burst through, nearly knocking Che off his feet and bounded out into the snow that covered at least one of their heads, but they seemed happy and Che sighed, walking out and closing the door behind him to keep the heat of his fireplace inside were it belonged. Grabbing the shovel on the front porch, he took it up and began to shove aside the miserable substance, grumbling all the while about holidays and weather, quietly, and in Spanish of course while the dogs explored the yard.
WHEN: Morning/8AM, Wednesday, December 23rd.
WHERE: LOT L12, Céspedes Residence.
WHAT: Not a fan of the commercialized Christmas holidays and not a fan of snow, Che likes to think he is a brave man today by even considering getting dressed and going out in the snow, still, he has the three shop-dogs at the home and they want to go out and romp around, so, at the very least he has to open the door. . .
RATING: TBA
NOTE[S]: Anyone can join in!
The dogs scrambled eagerly around the front door as Che sat on the worn couch within his living room and put on his boots, lacing them up as tightly as they would go. He really did not like the snow. He came from a warm climate and honestly, he had never really seen snow till he came to the country because who in the world cares about snow when the lowest temperature you experienced as a child was akin to a humid spring day in a southern nation? The snow terrified him, but someone had to clear off his walk way and hell, at least he did not have to brave the weather at five in the morning to get to work on time. So, donning a heavy jacket and some gloves, he sighed and walked up to the door, gripping the handle and looking past the windows at the snow that literally covered everything it could touch.
"Dios me salve. . ." he mumbled as the dogs, Anier, Teofilo and Yanire all stood wagging their tails and waiting for the door to open.
Unlocking the door and pushing it aside the best he could, the dogs burst through, nearly knocking Che off his feet and bounded out into the snow that covered at least one of their heads, but they seemed happy and Che sighed, walking out and closing the door behind him to keep the heat of his fireplace inside were it belonged. Grabbing the shovel on the front porch, he took it up and began to shove aside the miserable substance, grumbling all the while about holidays and weather, quietly, and in Spanish of course while the dogs explored the yard.