triskelios369
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Thief (closed for landiek)
(OOC: interested female RPers please PM so I can fill you in. This first part is merely the setup, more from the female character's (Bonnie) point of view than the male character, which I'll play. This is an incest RP. You have been forewarned.)
Bonnie heard the door open, a light creak as it reached it's mid arc. Her eyes remained closed, but she didn't need to see. Her hearing has acutely compensated. It wasn't pitch black in the room she shared with her husband, Richard. It wasn't even dark. The master bathroom door was ajar and a nightly put forth a dampened glow.
She heard it, a softened step, sock-clad feet on carpet. Her heartbeat like a bass drum thumping in her head. A breath, she thinks, waiting with her own breath stilled. Yes, definitely a breath. There, another step, and the door creaks back as closes, but not all the way; the latch did not engage.
Bonnie felt her initial apprehension dissipate. For some unknown reason, she doesn't believe this is a home intrusion. She's not sure that it isn't either, but somehow, she feels that whoever is by the door, is someone who lives in this house. Richard is asleep next to her. Which leaves only one other person.
Kevin. Her son.
(OOC: interested female RPers please PM so I can fill you in. This first part is merely the setup, more from the female character's (Bonnie) point of view than the male character, which I'll play. This is an incest RP. You have been forewarned.)
Bonnie heard the door open, a light creak as it reached it's mid arc. Her eyes remained closed, but she didn't need to see. Her hearing has acutely compensated. It wasn't pitch black in the room she shared with her husband, Richard. It wasn't even dark. The master bathroom door was ajar and a nightly put forth a dampened glow.
She heard it, a softened step, sock-clad feet on carpet. Her heartbeat like a bass drum thumping in her head. A breath, she thinks, waiting with her own breath stilled. Yes, definitely a breath. There, another step, and the door creaks back as closes, but not all the way; the latch did not engage.
Bonnie felt her initial apprehension dissipate. For some unknown reason, she doesn't believe this is a home intrusion. She's not sure that it isn't either, but somehow, she feels that whoever is by the door, is someone who lives in this house. Richard is asleep next to her. Which leaves only one other person.
Kevin. Her son.
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