http://goldenlibido.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] goldenlibido.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] tampered2007-01-16 04:17 am

Log: Ongoing

When; Jan 16th, Midnight
Rating; Uhh, PG for now, I guess.
Characters; Rocky Horror and whomever feels like meeting him.
Summary; The poor boy just arrived in the city.. and seeing he isn't the smartest crayon in the box, he wanders the cold streets. ;.; IN NEED OF A HOME.
Log;

My high is low, I'm dressed up with no place to go.
And all I know, is I'm at the start of a pretty big downer...


Well, he was somewhere that wasn't the mansion. That was for sure. It was very cold out though. Yes. Rocky didn't like that. The cold reminded him when those dogs were chasing after him through the rain. He didn't like dogs. Or atleast he didn't after that turn of events.

Without Frank or Janet around, he was like a lost child. No idea of what to do or where to go.

It's all Janet's fault you're alone, a Frank-ish voice hissed in the back of his head.

The blonde sighed and leaned against a random building wall for a moment. This was all very shocking and frustrating, especially with half a brain. He whimpered softly and rubbed his arms, looking around the abandoned streets for anyone, so that they could help him. Even if he didn't know them.. right now he didn't care.

So cold..

[identity profile] blondesiren1692.livejournal.com 2007-01-18 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Sarah smiled - he was like a little kid, almost, and she giggled. She seemed to have the greatest source of luck. It was nice not having her sisters around; they would have either wanted her to leave her houseguest out in the cold, or they would hog him all to themselves and use him in some vile plot which, really, was unnecessary.

With a slight tilt of the broom, they began to descend, and landed in front of Sarah's cottage. The light from the fireplace glowed from the windows, and smoke rose from the chimney. The various scurryings of the nocturnal creatures of the forest would have been threatening, but they were far more welcome than dead silence. When the animals weren't present, that meant something was very, very wrong.

"You can get off now," she told the other blonde, disentangling herself from his arms and dismounting the broom herself. "This is my home. You're more than welcome to stay here for as long as you need. Now let's go and warm you up and get you some food and proper clothes."

[identity profile] blondesiren1692.livejournal.com 2007-01-19 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
Sarah smiled back. "I think I'm going to teach you how to talk, write, and read. You'll be less defenseless that way," she pointed out, leading him to the front door. She placed her broom near one of the windows and opened the door, gesturing for him to enter the warm sanctuary.