ext_175962 ([identity profile] misshargrove.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2008-04-26 06:16 pm

5th floor common room, Saturday early evening

Annette was setting out cookies and milk for her daughter, while her daughter continued to paint, coloring picture after picture for her daddy. 

"Hey, when are you going to paint me one?" Annette asked her, amused.

Aimee gave her a look, tilted her head, and said, "I don't  have to explain my art to you, mommy." Then she went back to her drawing.

"Just like your daddy," Annette murmured and sat down on the couch, flipping through channels while she kept one eye on the little girl. 


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[identity profile] weemisshargrove.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Daddy is going to like it," she told her mommy. "He will hang it up in his shop, mommy. Just like everything I paint for him."

[identity profile] weemisshargrove.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know," Aimee told her. "I will paint you a flower. You love my flowers." She bent over her picture, tongue rolling over her bottom lip as she concentrated on her work.

[identity profile] weemisshargrove.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"'Course I do," she said in a duh tone of voice. "Daddy buy's you orchids every week 'cause roses quit being your favorite along time ago."

[identity profile] weeparks.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Grace had managed to get away from her mother for a while, in the time-honored tradition of kids everywhere.

She wandered into the common room, looking for something to do.

[identity profile] weemisshargrove.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Aimee looked up from her drawing, noticing the other little girl. "Hi."

[identity profile] weeparks.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hi!" Gwen whose mun just confused HER OWN FICTIONAL CHARACTERS said cheerfully.

[identity profile] weemisshargrove.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Would you like to come and paint with me?" Aimee offered. Her mommy taught her how to share a long time ago even though she didn't have any brothers or sisters.

[identity profile] weeparks.livejournal.com 2008-04-26 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure," Gwen said, plopping down next to Aimee. "My name's Gwen. What's yours?"

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[identity profile] notacobrakid.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Faith was attempting to clean the sand and debris off one of the shells she'd gotten that morning. It's okay she had the trash can underneath it so she didn't make a mess. She missed a lot though.

"Hi!" she waved to Grace.

[identity profile] weeparks.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Gwen whose mun can't keep her own characters straight, le sigh waved back cheerfully. "Hi!"

[identity profile] notacobrakid.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm Faith. Do you like sea shells?"

[identity profile] weeparks.livejournal.com 2008-04-28 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh-huh," Gwen said with a nod. "I have a collection and everything."

[identity profile] notacobrakid.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Faith skipped into the room, still wearing her yellow rain coat and red galoshes. Her pockets were bulging with shells and things. "Hi Aunt Annette!" she smiled at one of the few of her father's friends that she approved of.

[identity profile] notacobrakid.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Faith suddenly remembered that no one she knew here would know her yet. "I'm Faith Kessler. Dad's putting his things away in his room."

[identity profile] notacobrakid.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm ten." she said. "I was hunting for sea shells with Dad when I fell through a...bright light. I don't know what it was, but I wound up in the park.

[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Billy then came in with a grocery bag full of things to turn into dinner.

[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey, it's my favorite weekend of the year again."

[identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com 2008-04-27 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"You got a different kid too?"