Post by Carlos Hampton on Jan 29, 2007 2:28:03 GMT -5
Snow wasn’t Carlos’s friend. In fact he hated it, and being in doors didn’t help at all against the cold. The only thing to heat the house was the fire place in the living room they had set up. Sitting near it Carlos pulled a blanket around him, his eyes looking straight at the fire that was whipping up across the top of the fire place burning it a faint black color. Taking a big breath of air Carlos leaned into the fire releasing it from his mouth, the gas that he breathed suddenly made the flames shoot up higher then ever casting huge shadows on the walls and heating up the room to about seventy degrees. Shrugging the blanket off from his shoulders it fell to the ground before he got up off the dusty floor. Carlos turned to face Leonardo who was sitting in a huge chair watching a big screen TV with a coke in his hand. There was something not right about the picture that he saw before him. “Lardo?” He stepped closer his eyes closing in on the cola can that he Lardo had crushed in the palm of his hand. “Is there something different about you?” Carlos asked.
There then came a sound of a door opening behind him. Carlos knew who it was instantly. “Pus Ball,” With this world Carlos turned back and saw a man standing there in the door way. “I take it the snow is to thick to get through?” Shaking his head, Carlos turned and walked to the window looking out at the thick snow that lay upon the ground along with the snow that was falling from the sky. “I am sick of being here. It feels like we are caged animals.” He whispered to himself looking at his own reflection in the frozen glass. “I say we fight the odds and make our way to town. I must get out of this house.” With this he turned around to face Jacques, leaning his back up against the wall. Suddenly and out of nowhere there came a loud noise of music from the TV that Leonardo was watching making the house shake around from the vibrations. “Turn that shi- off, before we all go def.” He hollered over the sound that was making it so hard for the others to hear him.
As Lardo reached for his remote and turned it down Carlos wrapped his arms around Jacques making sure that none of his skin came in contact with the man, before exiting the room with him. “You understand that we’re out of beer we’re out of food and we’re out of fricken drinks.” He tried to keep his calm but he was so hungry that it felt like his stomach was eating itself. “The worst part is I can’t take another minute of fricken doctor Phil!” He spat, hearing the volume of the TV raise a bit in the other room. Carlos led Jacques to the kitchen. Dropping his hands from him he rushed to a cupboard and opened it showing Pus Ball that there was no scratch of food within the place. “The rats have even left.” He paused for a second. “That or Lardo has ate that too. He drank the last cola right in front of me even asked if I wanted to fight for it.” This was in a dead serous tone of voice. Carlos rarely joked but when he did he could crack up a room around him one that didn’t consist of a man half the size of a semi truck.
There then came a sound of a door opening behind him. Carlos knew who it was instantly. “Pus Ball,” With this world Carlos turned back and saw a man standing there in the door way. “I take it the snow is to thick to get through?” Shaking his head, Carlos turned and walked to the window looking out at the thick snow that lay upon the ground along with the snow that was falling from the sky. “I am sick of being here. It feels like we are caged animals.” He whispered to himself looking at his own reflection in the frozen glass. “I say we fight the odds and make our way to town. I must get out of this house.” With this he turned around to face Jacques, leaning his back up against the wall. Suddenly and out of nowhere there came a loud noise of music from the TV that Leonardo was watching making the house shake around from the vibrations. “Turn that shi- off, before we all go def.” He hollered over the sound that was making it so hard for the others to hear him.
As Lardo reached for his remote and turned it down Carlos wrapped his arms around Jacques making sure that none of his skin came in contact with the man, before exiting the room with him. “You understand that we’re out of beer we’re out of food and we’re out of fricken drinks.” He tried to keep his calm but he was so hungry that it felt like his stomach was eating itself. “The worst part is I can’t take another minute of fricken doctor Phil!” He spat, hearing the volume of the TV raise a bit in the other room. Carlos led Jacques to the kitchen. Dropping his hands from him he rushed to a cupboard and opened it showing Pus Ball that there was no scratch of food within the place. “The rats have even left.” He paused for a second. “That or Lardo has ate that too. He drank the last cola right in front of me even asked if I wanted to fight for it.” This was in a dead serous tone of voice. Carlos rarely joked but when he did he could crack up a room around him one that didn’t consist of a man half the size of a semi truck.