House of Cards RP

Ah, winter.

Elisha would be the first to admit that he wasn't such a fan, and he was much more a fan of the other extreme temperatures. But then, he'd grown up along the Mediterranean Sea, and, served almost exclusively in the desert. He just wasn't built for chill. Which would be a problem in a week, he reflected, when he and Hadyn went to Chicago of all places - for Hanukkah.

In a way, he would have much rather introduced Hadyn to his own version of the holiday. It mostly involved frying everything that didn't fry him first, and possibly Hadyn and Leona could have made some steps towards not wanting to kill each other he knows, in his dreams.

Still, he'd agreed, come up with good stories for what he was doing during the latest flare-up between Israel and Palestine, and now came possibly the most harrowing part of the Festival of Lights. Shopping.

He picked up a scarf, eyeing it like it might bite him, and sighed. Well, that was day one for Audrey. Seven more to go, plus eighteen more when you added in Aunt Debbie, Uncle Adam, and Hadyn, too.

It may only be December 1st, but Eden's already in the holiday spirit. Christmas shopping is already halfway done, so she's not laden with bags this time; instead, she's just out for a stroll, hands in her pockets and a song on her lips. What? She likes winter. And a little snow never killed anyone. Right?

She might even take requests, if one is so inclined...

Hadyn paced, script in hand as he balanced a bit haphazardly along a low slung stone wall. Not the best place to try to learn ones lines, truthfully, but he wanted to make himself focus- and as strange of a tactic as it was, putting himself in danger was certainly one of the few ways he kept himself focused. The whole miss a step and your skull was cracked like an egg certainly invited patience with ones self, at least. So while he couldn't manage to make the lines stick? He as least didn't throw any fits about it.

He was only through half the play, and it was off books this coming week...and yet? He didn't feel he was any where near ready for that. Honestly, that felt a bit like a recurring theme...

Coughing a little, he lifted up on the ball of his feet and made a curt on turn muttering words to himself as he tried to drum the part into his one head by force if nothing else. It was only....sort of working.