Rowdy walked over to Daisy and Ellerie, they seemed a little worried. "What's about eggs being your only hope?" He ran the back of his hand over his forehead, which was already pouring with sweat. The bandanna was only slightly serving it's purpose but he was glad it was helping even that little bit. "What happened?" he asked, instantly assuming it had something to do with Avery. Sometimes that kid was a tolerable being but most of the times she was pretty damn mean, something Rowdy hated putting up with.

"Yeah, I'll check the coop.." Ellerie started, spotting Rowdy heading towards them. She could tell by his eyes that he knew it was Avery. Sweat was waterfalling down his face, "What's about eggs being your only hope?" He asked, rubbing his hand over his forehead. With a huff, Ellerie explained to him what was going on.

"Avery decided to, instead of cleaning the eggs, to drop them down the drain in the sink. Laura asked us to make a cake and guess what..no eggs. She'll devour us if we can't make that cake." She said, worry practically dripping off of her words. She jogged towards the chicken coop to see if there were any more eggs.

Just her luck. There were none.

[ should there be eggs or not... ]

[[Good question. Do we want drama? If so, I'd say no. x3]]

Rowdy rolled his eyes and scoffed. "I can't really say I'm all that surprised. Eggs.... Hmm. If there aren't any left in the coop -- which I don't recall if there were that many or not -- you'll just have to tell Laura. I mean, you're her favorite so maybe she won't be so harsh if you tell her. Or I could tell her since you seem pretty tense about it; I'm not really all that afraid of punishment." He shrugged and crossed his arms, trying to think of an alternative. "Stores are too far off. If there was another farm close enough I could try to snatch some eggs from them but...," he trailed off, not really sure what to say after that.

"Come on, hens! Hatch some freaking eggs already!" She shouted, pounding her fist against the wall. They got hysterical, flying around until her hair was practically covered in feathers. Ellerie walked out of the coop and frowned, spitting out a feather and trying to get some from her hair. "Well they have no more eggs. And I guess I could tell her. If she hits me, I'll have to suck it up, right? It'll only hurt for a second, sothere's no use bawling about it." She pulled on her hair scrunchie, pulling it out and shaking her hair to make sure no feathers were left.

{{Is this the role play? just wanna make sure}}

[[This is the role play, yes.]]

"I just hope Laura doesn't suspect it as us just plotting to get Avery in trouble." Rowdy thought that over. "Hopefully, you saying it will be more effective than anyone else saying it." He was hoping this would turn out nicely in the girls' favor. Looking at Katy, he shook his head: "There aren't any eggs left. Maybe, by some miracle, they would all lay eggs within the next five minutes but that doesn't look promising." He bit his tongue to keep from laughing at that. "Ellerie is going to tell Laura about what happened, though."

{{Wow I think it died}}

[ Yeah D:. I would post, but I made the last post, so I have nothing to write.]

All well......Wanna make a new one with me?

[[Hi I'm new! I've read this a few times...If your gonna start a new one i'll just jump over to that one.]]

Jesse could see Rowdy out of the corner of his eye, talking to the girls about Avery and eggs. He'd only been on the plantation about 12 hours after being wrestled away from his high school bus stop. He dropped his shovel to the ground and stood next to Rowdy; sweat dripping from his forehead. Everything about this place sucked. He missed his own dysfunctional family. John would be out any second to assess both of them...he'd already starved both days he was here purely out of John's hate for him. John had bruises from where he had hit him in the struggle to get him here. his stomach growled in hunger as the heat slowly got to him.
"If she tries to blame you guys for getting Avery in trouble, there's no way of getting out of it. If this place wasn't so big, and consistantly watched, I'd sneak off and get you eggs." He could see John stepping out onto the far side of the field in the corner of his eye. He tapped Rowdy...a soft little spot in him wanted to actually eat that night. He'd already not been playing his best cards...leaving his stepfather's pocketknife in his pocket during the uniform check this morning was a stupid idea. His left cheek and eye pulsed with pain from being punched by John for disobiedence. The blood from his split lip had dried and crusted over. Rowdy and himself sprinted back to their shovels just fast enough to be unnoticed by John.