Snippet #1757552

Quinton

Quinton groaned lightly as the first lights of the morning shone into he and his sisters home. Sitting up, he sighed lightly and ran a hand through his mess of blonde hair.

"Lil? You still home?" He called, smiling lightly at the scilence that followed. "Guess not." He grumbled. As he hoisted himself from the bed, he looked about the tiny room. His collie, Jasper, was curled up in his respectable place near the door. Quickly, the lawman dressed himself and made his way out. "Jasper. Breakfast." He whistled, and the dog followed him eagarly to the kitchen. Pulling out a can of preserves his sister had made, he dumped them into two seperate bowls and sat down to a breakfast with his loyal companion.


Lily

The girl groaned in pure boredom as she looked about her empty shop. It was early, yes, but still. It would have been nice for someone to come in and talk to her. Her store was smallish, an outpost more then a supermarket. The isles where lined with jars and cans; the occasional sweet treat, and ofcoarse her isle of booze.