Golden Midday (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} stardanceranne) wrote,@ 2008-07-08 01:18:00 |
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RP example
The wee hours of the morning, the peaking light of the morning sun was shining down on Natalie’s long dirty blond hair. She walked briskly, hugging her coat to her chest as she made her way down the town streets. She wasn't much for being outside when everyone else was, so 7am was the best time to be out and about, getting her daily errands done quickly. The town was practically empty, besides the few early risers just beginning their day. It was serene. Calm. Especially without the hustle and bustle of midday traffic. The bit that there was in this little town anyway. The crisp bite of the light breeze was refreshing and she took a deep breath, taking in the fresh air and the beginning of a beautiful day.
Her hair blowing in the chilly early morning breeze, Natalie made her usual stop at the little donut shop to get her breakfast; an apple spice donut and a little chocolate milk. It was her own special little ritual. Every time she went out on errand days, which was about every two or three days, she’d stop by that little shop to have her sweet treat.
After mumbling a quiet 'thank you' to the clerk and handing him her money for her donut and her chocolate milk, Natalie headed back out in to the morning breeze. As she was walking across the old metal bridge, with it's faded, chipped green paint, she gazed upon the river below. It was strange to be in a new place like this. Nothing was familiar. But at the same time, no one whispered about her or gave her strange looks on a regular basis. No one here thought she was a freak. Why would they? Sure she was new, but she figured she seemed normal enough.
Just then, her cell phone rang. This was odd, considering it was only half past 7am and well, no one was ever up that early unless they were on their way to work. She fished it out of her pocket, placing the little piece on her ear and tapping the green answer button. "Hello?" She asked. The voice that answered was strong and masculine, and the familiarity of it made her spine stiffen as her pace stopped and the little paper bag with her donut and chocolate milk fell from her hand. “Dad?” She asked, holding the phone with both hands as she stood still in the middle of the small sidewalk that went across the bridge.
That was a voice she hadn't heard in quite some time, and it caught her offguard. There was silence on the line for a few moments, neither sure what to say. Finally, Natalie spoke up. "Why are you calling me?" Her voice wasn't cold, but it was a bit forceful. She had every right to still be sour at him. It wasn't her fault her mother died, or that she had the same gift as her.
His answer was soft and timid, like that of a child who knew he was in trouble and afraid to speak up. "I missed you and wanted to talk to you." Natalie let out a frustrated breath through her nostrils, biting her lip. "Dad, I really don't think this is a good time."
"When will it be a good time? When you're dead too?" And this was exactly why she didn't bother to talk to her father anymore. With those words, she hung up the phone, took the piece from her ear, and put all of it back in her pocket. She reached down and fetched her bag with the donut and chocolate milk in it, then continued on her way. She still had to stop by the grocery store and pick up a few things she needed so she could hurry back home to get some sleep.
The wee hours of the morning, the peaking light of the morning sun was shining down on Natalie’s long dirty blond hair. She walked briskly, hugging her coat to her chest as she made her way down the town streets. She wasn't much for being outside when everyone else was, so 7am was the best time to be out and about, getting her daily errands done quickly. The town was practically empty, besides the few early risers just beginning their day. It was serene. Calm. Especially without the hustle and bustle of midday traffic. The bit that there was in this little town anyway. The crisp bite of the light breeze was refreshing and she took a deep breath, taking in the fresh air and the beginning of a beautiful day.
Her hair blowing in the chilly early morning breeze, Natalie made her usual stop at the little donut shop to get her breakfast; an apple spice donut and a little chocolate milk. It was her own special little ritual. Every time she went out on errand days, which was about every two or three days, she’d stop by that little shop to have her sweet treat.
After mumbling a quiet 'thank you' to the clerk and handing him her money for her donut and her chocolate milk, Natalie headed back out in to the morning breeze. As she was walking across the old metal bridge, with it's faded, chipped green paint, she gazed upon the river below. It was strange to be in a new place like this. Nothing was familiar. But at the same time, no one whispered about her or gave her strange looks on a regular basis. No one here thought she was a freak. Why would they? Sure she was new, but she figured she seemed normal enough.
Just then, her cell phone rang. This was odd, considering it was only half past 7am and well, no one was ever up that early unless they were on their way to work. She fished it out of her pocket, placing the little piece on her ear and tapping the green answer button. "Hello?" She asked. The voice that answered was strong and masculine, and the familiarity of it made her spine stiffen as her pace stopped and the little paper bag with her donut and chocolate milk fell from her hand. “Dad?” She asked, holding the phone with both hands as she stood still in the middle of the small sidewalk that went across the bridge.
That was a voice she hadn't heard in quite some time, and it caught her offguard. There was silence on the line for a few moments, neither sure what to say. Finally, Natalie spoke up. "Why are you calling me?" Her voice wasn't cold, but it was a bit forceful. She had every right to still be sour at him. It wasn't her fault her mother died, or that she had the same gift as her.
His answer was soft and timid, like that of a child who knew he was in trouble and afraid to speak up. "I missed you and wanted to talk to you." Natalie let out a frustrated breath through her nostrils, biting her lip. "Dad, I really don't think this is a good time."
"When will it be a good time? When you're dead too?" And this was exactly why she didn't bother to talk to her father anymore. With those words, she hung up the phone, took the piece from her ear, and put all of it back in her pocket. She reached down and fetched her bag with the donut and chocolate milk in it, then continued on her way. She still had to stop by the grocery store and pick up a few things she needed so she could hurry back home to get some sleep.