Roseanne's Prince - 3
The back door opened to no one's notice except Prince's, and in walked Dan Conner; the burly, strong armed, disciplinary, yet comical patriarch of the Conner clan, a fine father about town. Having been laid off from work a few months ago, he was on a serious job hunt lately, but without much luck in the matter, he just ended up right back at home; today a bit earlier than usual of course. Hearing the commotion, he immediately walked into the living room.
"Heeeeyyyy heyyyy!" he yelled, breaking up the argument. "What's goin' on in here? DJ, what the hell are you doin' at home this time a day?!" he shouted as he walked to him near the stairs.
"I was gonna tell you Mister Conner," David said.
"Of course wimp boy was," Darlene added.
"Who is this?" asked Dan looking at Prince. Anyone's response at this point would have sufficed. His anger subsided however upon the sight of his eyes; looking at them strangely.
"What's the deal with the eyes? Are those natural?" Dan asked.
"I don't know. Ask
Roseanne's Prince - 2
The front door opened and from the moment the knob turned, the Nintendo 64 and all of its games vanished instantly. The Super Nintendo was back in its original place on the coffee table, and instead of Mario Party on pause, Cybernator was.
DJ jumped up from the sofa and stood facing his sister Darlene Conner who shut the door behind her. She was a sixteen year old cynic with a passion for writing dark fiction, rebelling against the status quo, raising her own expectations of herself and throwing it in her family's face. She had vampiric pale skin and a naturally lazy expression, long curly black hair, and wore black pants and a gray sweatshirt with a backpack over her shoulder.
Darlene had just gotten home from college in Michigan and had a not-so-friendly interaction with her boyfriend at The Lunch Box; her first stop since the bus station. She just wanted to come home and unwind a bit before the rest of the family got home, but to her pleasant surprise her peculiar kid brother was at
Roseanne's Prince - 1
The long whine of a harmonica blared from nowhere in particular; signifying that the setting of this home was in a small town called Lanford, Illinois; the town of loud-mouthed momma's, bar-brawling daddies, and sociopathic teenagers.
Judging by the dingy green walls, gray carpet, and the brown plaid couch with a hand-stitched afghan draped over the head of it, this was definitely the Conner house: the embodiment of the Lanford experience.
The house was so quiet; the sound of the leaky kitchen faucet could pass for a sledgehammer against concrete; the hum of the fridge like a tenor singing to the audience of the coffee brown dining table and chairs placed before it. Silence in the Conner house was such a rare experience, Kodak could've made sound recorders just to properly call it a "Kodak Moment".
But of course it wasn't long before the patio door creaked open, and the youngest Conner, eleven year old DJ short for David Jacob tip toed into the kitchen in his