Home Uprootment, Time to put the "real" in "real estate"

[Taeyx]

OOC: Aiight, let's see if I remember how to do this...

A modern day kitchen, stoic and resemblent. The blinds are open and cast abundant light on the glimmering artifacts that adorn the room like a beautiful necklace. There are granite counter tops, two oven, a suspended microwave, and all of the latest gadgets you can think of. The motif is very earthy; there are many shades of deep, natural reds, lively adobe-like hues, and woody browns.

As for people, the owners of the house are away on summe vacation. The room sits still, waiting for arrival. All is calm...except...in the alcove, there is a disturbance. It seems the toaster is runnning. But who is operating it. Suddenly, the toaster springs up as though it has just finished a piece of bread; but instead of a frozen waffle or a bagel, there is a tiny man named Dr. Tutelage Brown who jetisons from the appliance and lands on the counter beside the toaster.

WHOOWEE! What in the heck is this tanning bed set on? Extra-Crispy?! I wanted Original Recipe! What a rip-off...

Dr. Brown quickly snatches a napkin off the counter and uses is as a parachute to float safely to the ground. However, the term safely may have been used prematurely, for now, Tutelage stands face to face with a rat that is 3 times his size!

Noble Otter...Lynx...Bunny...thing...bequethe unto me the code by which I may unhinge my gravys.

SKREEE! SKREE SKREE SKREEEEE!

The rat lunges at Dr. Brown with tremendous scale force! However, the rat has horribly misjudged the presumed meal. Tutelage leaps into the air and grabs a hold of one of the rat's ears. Dr. Brown them braces himself on the rat's back as it scampers around madly, trying to rid itself of the pest.

Ter ain't no way I'ms a-lettin this here varmint git away! I on you tighter th'n fly on a horse tail! Yee-Haw!

The rat continues to scurry until it inadverdently hits a wall at top speed. The rat is rendered unconcious. Dr. Brown dismounts the animal, then places one foot on its head, striking a heroic pose and donning a Scottish accent.

Oi 'ere boi claim this balancing beam in th' naime of freedom!

OOC: Not bad for my first time in...what? Three years? I'm thinkin I might change that thing about the family being away all summer. I think the house wouldn't have any real challenges that way. What do you think?

[soul of sin]

OOC: Pretty good man. Not all summer, no. A week or two tops however... could work.

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There was a squeak of pain and despair as the small rat was struck down. There was a cry of triumph as a miniature purple haired boy held his blade proudly above his head. This was the fourth rat he had eliminated today! By his calculations he should be finishing up the rest of them by the time the family returned home. Then he would get his reward and be on his way.

"Ah yeah! Nothing like the thrill of the hunt and the glory of victory to get ya blood running. And it's not even noon yet... hmmmm guess I should get back to work," Zip spoke to himself aloud. The first sign of craziness starting to set in after being left alone for so long in a large empty house. At least he had permission to watch the television, although it was a bit difficult to use the control. Especially since he kept knocking it off the arm of the chair it had been propped upon.

He grunted with effort as he dragged the dead rat to the end of the bed and pushed it over the edge. A dull thud could be heard as the lifeless body hit the floor. Zip hoped the body would be able to handle the trip down the stairs. He was surprised it hadn't been splattered by the fall off the bed. Not that he really cared, it would have just been collateral damage to him. Nothing that he couldn't talk his way out of later.

"Hmmm didn't I already splatter one on the car roof when it jumped off the roof trying to get me?" he asked himself curiously, trying hard to remember when that had happened.