Towering Pines | Randall's House
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				Title: <strong>Towering Pines | Randall's House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>31-03-2017, 03:59:43</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: timesnewroman;" class="bbc_font">Randall's House</span></span><br><br>(http://101canadaday.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/large-brick-house1.png)<br><br>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/ef/e2/80/efe280146c59300e466c08b96a072ac2.jpg)(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fc/74/af/fc74af47af26802bfae57da7f7e34d22.jpg)(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/83/6e/4b/836e4b264f6d02370e9bff4a45e098fc.jpg)(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/14/2b/5c/142b5c9541c05e58d59ed4bb8f724cf1.jpg)(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/73/7a/bb/737abbee1b556d7a6c152ac45ed71de9.jpg)<br><br>(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9d/2c/c1/9d2cc1a91294906d4f7d267d94a05536.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | Randall's House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>02-04-2017, 16:35:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/1a/70/e1/1a70e19911da3351a10387c2307952b1.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>:Xavier Rayford<br><strong>Location</strong>: Randall House <br><strong>Dressed:</strong> Not<br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open to Randall or people walking by noticing someone moving in (a month late)<hr> <br><br>Xavier woke up early that day with a set list of things to do. It began with renting a truck and transporting their massive order from Costco to the huge house he was now living in with Randall. The two guys had been going through the food and stuff in the house. Everything was starting to run low or was out. All the flowery scented soaps in the little jars were gone, he had even accidently used some poly grip as toothpaste only to catch the mistake to his horror. the sugar free, gluten free, taste free foods in the pantry was gone. What they hadn’t eaten in the house was supplemented with take out and he was growing tired of chinese, pizza and anything else they could order locally. Shopping in the nearby market was stupid, who would pay for asparagus in water?! <br><br>A lot of money had been spent but he was sure Randall wouldn’t mind once he saw that everything he bought would replenish the house staples for a while. Xavier picked up a few things to make food also but they needed a new crock pot and set of pans to make food.&nbsp; He was dying to break in the kitchen, especially after he moving most of the older stuff they didn’t need into one of the rooms for storage. The worst room in the house had to be the nightmare room, named that since it held all creepy porcelain dolls forged in satan’s asshole. <br><br>He was sure Randall was asleep or in the garage so he backed into the driveway and slid out of the truck. This was the most they had brought with them in the past month, when they first moved in the two barely filled the trunk of Randall’s baby (car)with a couple of suitcases and Xavier’s school books. A few minutes later he was already sweating as he unloaded enough groceries and stuff to restock all the bathrooms, the pantry, the sex dungeon pantry and the massive refrigerators they had inside. A couple of pizzas were left on the counter, a sacrifice to the beast (Early Morning Randall) once he decided to show himself that day. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | Randall's House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>03-04-2017, 00:05:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/46/50/c7/4650c7382fd84b8ff81231c191efb351.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Randall Shaw (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090443#msg13090443)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: June 3rd, Morning | Randall's house<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Faded, stained, ripped black jeans and an old, sleeveless Van Halen t-shirt with black Vans<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Xavier | Open<br><strong>Content</strong>: Pizza for breakfast<br><br><hr><br>Randall had been up late the night before, participating in a few races in Topanga Canyon.&nbsp; The fun had lasted until about four in the morning, and then he and a few others had stopped off at a diner for breakfast, before heading home.&nbsp; All in, he'd not collapsed, unwashed, into bed until five thirty, just as the sky was starting to soften with the first light of dawn.&nbsp; Even so, his body wouldn't let him sleep too late in the day, so he woke around eleven with a feeling of over-all grossness from having not brushed his teeth, showered or changed out of his clothes the night before.<br><br>He rolled out of bed with a groan and glanced at himself in the gilt-framed mirror on the floral wall across from his bed, wincing at the view.&nbsp; "Damn, dude...and you wonder why you're single?"&nbsp; He flicked the on-switch on his stereo, and flooded his bedroom and adjoining bathroom with the dulcet sounds of the Rolling Stones.&nbsp; Singing along, he hopped around the messy room, struggling to peel off his dirty jeans without falling over, and tossed them on the pile in the corner of the room.&nbsp; He followed them with his underwear and t-shirt, making a mental note to do some laundry, 'cause the pile was getting too high.&nbsp; Scratching the back of his head, he padded barefoot into the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting it get hot while he brushed his teeth and used the facilities...though not at the same time.<br><br>The hot water, clean mouth and vigorous scrubbing did wonders for how he felt, and by the time he climbed out of the shower, he was feeling a hundred percent better.&nbsp; And hungry.&nbsp; He pulled on a set of clean clothes and combed his thick, curly blond hair back out of his face, tying it off at the nape of his neck.&nbsp; Before he left his room with an armful of dirty laundry, he turned off the radio.&nbsp; The noises of Xavier unloading the truck finally struck him as he passed through the kitchen to the laundry/mud room behind it.&nbsp; "Yo, what's up!?"&nbsp; He called back through the house as he dumped his clothes into the washer and added an unspecified amount of soap before turning it on.&nbsp; Yes, he knew how to properly do laundry, his mother had taught him early on and he'd done theirs for years, since she worked two jobs to support them.&nbsp; But, when it came to his clothes, he rarely cared enough to do things the right way.&nbsp; The clothes got just as clean when you half-assed it.<br><br>He wandered back into the kitchen and perked at the sight of pizzas on the counter.&nbsp; "Aww...Xav, you're the best wife a guy could ask for."&nbsp; He smirked as he snatched the pizzas up and transferred them from box to oven, setting the temp and timer before wandering outside to the driveway.&nbsp; Blinking, he peered at the truck, then hopped up inside it where Xavier was readying to move out another load.&nbsp; "Hey, did you buy the whole store?&nbsp; Were we <em>that</em> low on stuff?&nbsp; Shit, I need to pay more attention.&nbsp; Want a hand?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | Randall's House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>04-04-2017, 19:33:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/1a/70/e1/1a70e19911da3351a10387c2307952b1.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>:Xavier Rayford<br><strong>Location</strong>: Randall House <br><strong>Dressed:</strong> As Pictured <br><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open to Randall or people walking by noticing someone moving in (a month late)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Playing</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PMivT7MJ41M</div></div><hr> <br><br>Most of the truck was unloaded by the time Randall began to stir. Xavier was already docking his phone and starting a playlist to keep him distracted while moving onto his next Herculean labor. "Hey man." He was grooving to the music and didn't bother to stop as Randall jumped right into the pizza, face first. "Don't forget to mow the lawn and take the trash out honey." Xavier rolled with it as he began to stock the fridge. "Rehydrate, you look like shit." A bottle of water was tossed in his direction. <br><br>"I got the most of it down, the only thing left is stuff that goes into the forbidden lands (garage), detergent, softener and car stuff." Xavier mentioned in case Randall wanted to handle that himself. The garage was his domain, technically the entire house but it was all jesting in good fun. <br><br>"I may have gone a bit overboard but I don't doubt we will fuck up all this food. Hey, where you at that loud ass party? I saw some pretty weird shit later in the evening after it was broken up." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Towering Pines | Randall's House</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>07-04-2017, 04:16:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/46/50/c7/4650c7382fd84b8ff81231c191efb351.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name</strong>: Randall Shaw (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090443#msg13090443)<br><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: June 3rd, Morning | Randall's house<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Faded, stained, ripped black jeans and an old, sleeveless Van Halen t-shirt with black Vans<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Xavier | Open<br><strong>Content</strong>: Pizza for breakfast<br><br><hr><br>"I probably <em>do</em> need to mow, huh?&nbsp; I remember the lawyer saying something about a homeowner's association, and if television and movies has taught me anything, those people are vicious and anal about the stupidest shit."&nbsp; He smirked and started peering through the remaining contents of the truck, perking noticeably at the mention of 'car stuff'.&nbsp; "Yeah?&nbsp; I'll haul the stuff that needs it into the garage.&nbsp; Oh!&nbsp; Hell yeah, you got a case of my favorite motor oil!"&nbsp; He hefted the box up onto his shoulder and carried it to the back of the truck, steadying it as he jumped to the driveway and then walked toward the garage.&nbsp; "I've got pizzas in the oven, dude, so if you hear the timer and I don't, yank 'em, would you?"<br><br>And then he disappeared into the only part of the house that he'd bothered changing so far.&nbsp; He'd moved in all his tools and the signage he'd acquired over the years, as well as the organizational furniture he'd either built or bought in his life.&nbsp; Inside was a car guy's wet dream coated in a patina of grease and time, with everything having a place and everything in that place.&nbsp; The first thing he'd bought, practically the only thing so far, with his inheritance was a car lift, which he'd installed in one stall of the four-car garage.&nbsp; His baby took up another stall and Xavier's motorcycle was in a third, which left plenty of room for another car...if only he could make up his mind what he wanted to rebuild next.<br><br>He shook his head at Xavier as he caught the water with a smirk and opened it to take a long swig.&nbsp; "Nah, me and some people were out in Topanga until like four.&nbsp; What kind of weird shit?&nbsp; I really can't imagine these rich white people getting up to anything <em>too</em> weird, man...unless we fuckin' moved to Stepford without knowing it."&nbsp; He sat on the end of the truck and took another long drink of the water, surprised at how good it tasted.&nbsp; "Damn, I needed that.&nbsp; After breakfast, I'll haul the mower out and cut the grass.&nbsp; I ain't doing diagonals or diamonds or any fancy shit like that, though, so these people will just have to deal."
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