♥ Rhiannon 'Rocket' King ♥
Location: King House > Kitchen
Currently: Regretting her life choices
Feeling: Mortified
When Rhiannon woke up she was filled to the brim with excitement. Today was Saturday, which meant cartoon day, which meant watching cartoons with her dad! And no matter how many times they did it, Rhiannon was always excited. She loved watching tv with her dad, and she liked demanding he explain why he had laughed at that thing that Jake said that she didn't understand. It was fun and it was their tradition.
"Adventure time!" Rhiannon sung as she burst out of her room and ducked into the bathroom. "Come on grab your frie-e-nds! We'll go to very distant lands--" She paused abruptly in the middle of her belting out the lyrics of the popular show, when she spotted the soap.
Now normally, Rhiannon would just wash her face and brush her teeth. But, the other day she had seen a cartoon where one of the characters had eaten soap and belched out bubbles. Now why would she waste her time squeezing the toothpaste out on her tooth brush when she could just eat something to clean her teeth! Plus she would be belching bubbles and her dad would be so jelly, it was going to be awesome!
Grabbing the soap, Rhiannon scratched off a sizable piece, popped it into her mouth, and immediately regretted everything. "Aaah! Bleh! Bluh! Auughh!!" She gasped, gagging and retching, but for some reason she didn't spit out the soap. Instead she turned on the sink and filled a cup with water before gulping it down and effectively swallowing the soap. She stared into the mirror in horror and her horrified face stared right back at her.
"M..M...MOOO-OOM!" She screamed, flinging the bathroom door open and dashing down the steps and into the kitchen. She immediately collided with Max who was standing in front of the fridge.
"I s-swallowed the soap! I swallowed the soap!" She spluttered, whipping around and staring at her mother, with wide eyes.
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♠ Candace King ♠
Location: In King House Driveway
Currently: Getting dumped
Feeling: Enraged
"Ex-cuse me?" Candace roared into her phone and the guy on the other end stammered before mumbling, "You're too aggressive and assertive, we should break up." Candace resisted the urge to launch her phone out of the window of her car, but she didn't want to get pulled over like last time.
"I'm too assertive? Well excuse me Harold, I didn't realize we lived in fucking 1692! You know what? You're a piece of crap!" Candace snarled as she turned onto the street where her brother and sister in law lived.
"And you know what else? Your mother's macaroni casserole taste like a rat dropped a turd directly on my tongue because she's a horrid bitch that can't cook for shit! SCREW YOU HAROLD!" And with that Candace threw her phone in the backseat so hard, it cracked against the back windshield. She pulled into the King's driveway and glared at her steering wheel, needing a moment before she surrounded herself with children who shouldn't have their heads bitten off because Candace couldn't find a decent guy to date.
♫ Isabella Turpin ♫
Location: Turpin House
Currently: Picking out Abigail's school outfits
Feeling: Giddy
Some people would say that choosing outfits for your eight year old was unnecessary. To that, Isabella Turpin would serve them a punch to the jaw. It was
never too late to pick out your kids outfits.
Never. Okay well, when your kids were over twelve, then it was too late. And when your kids were as responsible as Maddie, it was also too late. But Isabella still had Abigail! And it wasn't like she was making the kid wear a sailor suit every Monday and tacky overalls on Fridays. She just liked being able to pick out her daughter's outfits. And she knew what Abby liked, so it wasn't that big of a deal.
"Sporty outfit or prim and casual for Monday...Hm..Or maybe sporty for Wednesday to give off the impression of an unwavering thirst for education! But I don't want those teachers to think she's an unstoppable ball of energy. Maybe I'm reading to into it. Alright, sporty for Tuesday, and prim/casual for Monday." Isabella saved the outfits on her tablet, because she was not one of those parents who disturbed their child's precious sleep. And instead she was the type of parent, that cataloged everything she bought for her daughter on a fashion showcase computer program, because she was awesome.
She was just rummaging around in the virtual closet for Abby's Wednesday outfit when her husband called out to her from his study across from the kitchen where she was currently multitasking between planning her daughter's outfits and baking a quiche.
♣ Jackson Turpin ♣
Location: Turpin House
Currently: Doing paperwork
Feeling: Conflicted
"Honey, if a kid accidentally set a roll of toilet paper on fire in the bathroom, do you think I should suspend them for two days or a week?" Jackson called to his wife from his study. He was currently filling out paper work and he had a frighteningly large amount of pending consequences for this one particular kid who shall never be named because every time Jackson hears the kid's name his heart fills with dread. Honestly, the kid didn't seem like the terrible little shit that he apparently was. He even seemed polite and sweet. But then again, most potential psychopaths usually are, sweet and polite. Jackson wished he could just boot the kid out sometimes, but the kid's family had some serious lawyers that made the superintendent tinkle in his pants every time the family 'subtly' threatens a lawsuit. So Jackson had to deal with the kid.
"No one accidentally sets anything on fire, Jacks. That kid did it on purpose and needs to be arrested." His wife called back from the kitchen.
"I know, but it's The Kid. I can't have him arrested no matter how much I dream of the privilege." He groaned.
"Fine, a week then." Was the only response.
Jackson quickly stamped the paper with 'Suspension Time: One Week' (yes, he even had to get a special stamp for the animal) and practically flew through the other papers because they involved normal incidents and were therefore easy to fill out. Letting out a relieved sigh, Jackson stretched and cracked his knuckles and rolled his neck.
He sauntered into the kitchen and pecked his wife on the cheek, before going to...The Wall of Chains. Well, really it was the wall of leashes, but same dif. As soon as he touched one, the Turpin family's literal pack of five dogs swarmed the kitchen, yipping and barking and for a few of them, whining with excitement. There was Captain, a yorkie, Ducky, a pomeranian, Dog Grylls, a rottweiler, Siren, a basset hound and Milady, a corgi and probably the most ruthless, fluffy, short legged dog in the world. Milady was the front runner of the pack and kept everyone in line. If you pissed her off, you found yourself being harassed for the rest of your life.
Jackson struggled to get the leashes untangled, while Isabella snickered at him from the corner. Yesterday had been her day to walk the pack, so she got to watch him suffer today. He stuck his tongue out at her as he finally got the leashes untangled and clipped on to each dog's collar, and then they were off and headed to the local park.
"Be back in a few, hon!" Jackson called before the dogs surged forwards.