Thread: Hillbilly Secrets (DionneEbony / Shadows)

There were always tales of what lurked and waited out in the middle of nowhere for any travelers unfortunate enough to veer off the beaten path. Talks of serial killers or inbreed locals whom were quick to action against anybody seen as trespassing upon their land. Of course, most people understandably wrote the more outlandish of stories as being little more than urban legends. More so the fodder of a bad horror movie than any actual cautionary tale. And in most locations, this line of thinking held true to itself. But then you had places like this one. A seemingly deserted location out in the middle of Texas. Found more so by chance than any actual attempt at locating it. Not that anyone with any common sense would desire to do so. It was a dusty stretch of land, with mountains and canyons surrounding the three houses which made up its primary signs of any type of civilization. A large shed stood behind the three white painted at least of that which hadn't chipped away over time homes. The ground surrounding the structures having some plant life yet more so strewn about with old cart parts and busted television or radio sets than any flowers. In comparison, the homes were the nicest looking part of this place, yet very much had a rundown appearance toward them and a strong odor awaiting any whom may trek inside. Not that the usual inhabitants of this locale appeared to mind this arrangement, as the two currently left to keep watch over their property continued to lounge about the main house at front while awaiting their siblings return. Jeepers, when the hell are they getting back with the food? I'm damn near starved to death over here! The large male in his twenties grumbled while idly rubbing at his pot belly not exactly doing himself any favors of getting across the idea of starvation as the hairy stomach stuck out the bottom of his messy white shirt. His shoulder length hair in an unkempt series of knots and tangles as his head rested upon the very used looking sofa while lazing about as usual. Oh, quit your bellyaching, Jeremiah. You could go for missing a meal or two. A female voice offered as the short, rather curvy white woman in her early twenties finished sweeping the floor for whatever good it would do considering the various stains there. She walked barefooted with shorts on which showed off a set of legs which could go for a fresh run of a shaving razor across the skin, yet certainly had a nice curve to them due to the years of manual labor after keeping upon with her brothers. You quit it, Louise! You always act like you's in charge when Zeek aint around. Jeremiah snapped back while flicking a lint ball at his sister always having had a few issues in dealing with women. For her part, the younger sibling simply rolled her eyes while raising a hand to brush the beads of perspiration off of her forehead. Her long fingers brushed through the curly strands of dirty blonde hair to comb it out somewhat before starting to walk away of her brother, Just keep an ear open for if they need any help when they return, 'kay? I'm gonna go pretty myself up before they get back. With that, the rather plain looking redneck woman headed off toward the other end of the house to spruce herself up by their rather loose standards of cleanliness. Gonna need more time than they'll take to get back to make you pretty. Jeremiah muttered under his breath with a wide grin seemingly obvious to the irony of how this smile showed off his rather crooked teeth. With that, the older sibling reached under the couch and pulled out an old, crusty porno magazine which was a good decade or two old by now. Showing no shortage of amusement on his unpleasant features, the redneck male flipped through the pages while awaiting the return of their kin.