First Bullet || There's a lightning storm each and every night || [Open]

[theleader]

[The journal lies open on the beside table, but the sleepy former Deputy doesn't notice it.]

Lori? Hey Lori? Do y'think we can have fried eggs for breakfast?

[Rick mumbles sleepily as he rolls over snuzzling against the figure next to him. Right. No more eggs. They weren't on Hershel's farm anymore, they were on the road again...

He sighs through his nose and buries his face against what he believes is his wife's neck, pressing his body more comfortably against her back. Normally, he wouldn't bother asking, but... this morning he's oddly comfortable and feels rested. With a kiss placed to the back of the figure he's currently cuddled up with's ear he whispers.]

Carl's still asleep, what do ya say we make the best of our time alone?

[There's a rustling from next to Rick, before a loud, angry redneck drawl.]

WHAT THE DAMN HELL?!


((This post is open over the journal. And Daryl will very likely be threadjacking.))

Comments

All the action

[squirrelhunter]

[And Daryl squirms around under his blankets before moving to kick whoever the hell was in his bed forcefully out from under the covers.]

[Action]

[theleader]

[That reaction wasn't exactly the one he was expecting....

For that matter neither was the distinctively DARYL voice coming from the person next to him in bed.

But none of that matters right this minute because he's currently being sent sprawling out of the bed and on to the ground. An actual fall, not what he would have expected for sleeping in a sleeping bag.]

What t'hell? What are you doin' here?

[Not that the poor guy has a clue where here is.]

[spiritusaequitas]

[there's a distinct, spluttering laughter coming over the journals]

[Action]

[squirrelhunter]

Th'fuck're ya doin' in my bed, fag?!

[He's looking down on Rick with a clear look of disgust.]

You fucking stink, too.

[One might notice that Daryl is completely clean, and the room Rick's in is of a pretty high grandeur.]

[ectoparody]

[Make that two sets of spluttering laughter]

This is better than late night television~

[squirrelhunter]

What are you two fuckheads laughing at?!

[heirdom]

Gross. Get a room.

[ectoparody]

[The voice seems a bit calmer, but only by a fraction as it struggles to keep from laughing too hard]

Take a wild guess chief~

[wield]

O-Oh. Wow. That's... something all right.

[luckyvalentine]

Isn't "damn hell" a little redundant?

[Voice]

[fistfullofmagic]

[Having dropped the journal the previous evening and having been unable to retrieve it, it is to the angry yells of a certain redneck that Dhaos awakens. He's badly startled enough that he yells out a couple of phrases that don't translate to English, but are more than likely laced with profanity.]

whoops I can tag order I swear

[spiritusaequitas]

I feel like I need a bowl'a popcorn anna beer.

[does that voice sound familiar underneath the Irish accent, Peter?]

[wilder]

[yep. we got another person kinda snickering over here. Maturity, they clearly have it]

Lies

[squirrelhunter]

Both of ya can just fuck right off. It ain't funny!

[squirrelhunter]

[FML]

An' you can just fuck off, too.

[squirrelhunter]

Seems pretty fuckin' appropriate t'me

[wilder]

Whaaat? It's a free journal!

[squirrelhunter]

Which is why I can tell you t'fuck off.

[wilder]

Yeah but that's just bad manners!

[squirrelhunter]

You laughin' is worse manners.

[wilder]

Nooooo, I'm pretty sure swear words are always seen as worse!

Dictated

[helljumper]

Might want to close your journal.

[Ok, yes. So he's laughing too, but at least he's trying to be somewhat unhelpful.]

[youhavebeenflynned]

Had a rude awakening, mate? [Harry chuckles some under his breath.]

[Action]

[theleader]

...

[Rick just sort of stares for a long moment.]

Your bed? Where the fuck is Lori?

[What the fuck is going on here?]

How the hell did you get so damn clean? Where th'hell are we?

[theleader]

What the hell is that? Who else is here?

[He has NO CLUE WHAT IS GOING ON!]