http://theshockvalue.livejournal.com/ (
theshockvalue.livejournal.com) wrote in
tampered2009-12-18 04:00 am
Log;;Ongoing
When; Friday, December 18th, Mid-day
Rating; PG to PG-13 (Brennan may be cursing :D)
Characters; Brennan Mulwray (
theshockvalue and Shalimar Fox (
feralside)
Summary; Brennan and Shalimar are hell bent on having Christmas XD
Log; Yeah, it was cold. The slush on the ground had somehow wormed its way into his boots, he was fairly certain he'd lose the top half of his head to frostbite, and the sky was just gray. To say Brennan was a city-boy was the understatement of the century. He'd grown up a hood-rat, prowling the streets, but he'd always had a warm bed at one foster home or another to crawl back into. But when Shalimar had called and suggested they get and decorate a tree and get eggnog and all that other Christmasy stuff he couldn't help but get excited. Even when he was a kid, Christmas had never felt like home. His step-father was an abusive bastard who never liked him and beat his mother. After they left him, it was hand-me-down Christmases, and after his mother died, he'd felt like an outsider in every foster home the state had stuck him in. No, Brennan Mulwray had never been included in the magic of Christmas, but damn it, that was going to change.
He was totally down with the lights, tinsel, ornaments, apple cider, eggnog, fruit cake, gingerbread houses, and all that other Christmas stuff. As he trudged through the slush behind Shalimar, heading into the forest on his suggestion, though, he had to winder: Why the hell did he suggest they go out and cut down a tree?
Rating; PG to PG-13 (Brennan may be cursing :D)
Characters; Brennan Mulwray (
Summary; Brennan and Shalimar are hell bent on having Christmas XD
Log; Yeah, it was cold. The slush on the ground had somehow wormed its way into his boots, he was fairly certain he'd lose the top half of his head to frostbite, and the sky was just gray. To say Brennan was a city-boy was the understatement of the century. He'd grown up a hood-rat, prowling the streets, but he'd always had a warm bed at one foster home or another to crawl back into. But when Shalimar had called and suggested they get and decorate a tree and get eggnog and all that other Christmasy stuff he couldn't help but get excited. Even when he was a kid, Christmas had never felt like home. His step-father was an abusive bastard who never liked him and beat his mother. After they left him, it was hand-me-down Christmases, and after his mother died, he'd felt like an outsider in every foster home the state had stuck him in. No, Brennan Mulwray had never been included in the magic of Christmas, but damn it, that was going to change.
He was totally down with the lights, tinsel, ornaments, apple cider, eggnog, fruit cake, gingerbread houses, and all that other Christmas stuff. As he trudged through the slush behind Shalimar, heading into the forest on his suggestion, though, he had to winder: Why the hell did he suggest they go out and cut down a tree?

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