Aug 13, 2007 18:40
Okay, so everyone had got their panties in a real twist about something to do with people dissapearing and fuckin' dinosaurs but as far as Tyra could work out, both her and Tim were still where they were supposed to be. She hadn't seen Calvin around in a few days, and, if that made her nervous, a little, then she wasn't owning up to it.
She was on her way up to the compound to grab something to eat and she decided to cut through the playground...weren't any kids playin' on it anyway. She was singing to herself and stretching her arms up over her head when she saw it, just sitting there on the end of the slide like some big, red goofy kid.
Fuck.
The plush dog was nearly half as big as Tyra was, red with a black tongue lolling out of a laughing mouth and Tyra had definately definately seen it before.
"Shit," she said, and what she actually meant was oh...momma. She'd won that damn thing playing a stupid game with darts and balloons with her mom and then she'd thrown it in the trash after they argued and before Tim had come to talk to her.
God, I'd love to say yes.
Tyra didn't touch the dog. She figured it was like Calvin's photo and, fuck it, she didn't want it back.
ooc: Tyra's just found her item, which is the soft toy dog in the icon. And she's not happy. Open to all, especially anyone with a kid who might want to take the damn thing off of her hands.
tim riggins,
item post,
tyra collette,
calvin o'keefe