=D For wild_berrie_kissez's roleplay, found here.
Sample one: Introduction
D aniel sat shot-gun next to Gabriel Andrews, or as most called him, Gabe. But to Daniel, he was 'Uncle' Gabe. Named for the angel.
They had made little conversation through out their trip, both trying to break the heavy, tense silence through jokes or gossip about Britney Spears' latest stunt or Angelina Jolie's need to adopt children from third world countries, but neither succeeded. Dani was somewhat afraid of the prospect that their relationship would never be the same.
At the moment, Muse's Super Massive Black Holes blasted through the speakers of the black SUV, the heavy bass line making the seats vibrate every now-and-then. And, listening to the music, Daniel began to think about this school he was being drafted into. It was called Saint Anthony's, his uncle had told him as he had handed him the brochure. Uncle Gabe was insane, he thought, looking at the prices with wide eyes. Sure, the school looked more like a Marriott hotel than... well, a school, but it was hella expensive. "G-Gabe, are you sure you can handle the price? This is... Wow." He asked out of concern and worry for the most part, but he was also making an attempt to get out of going. His Uncle smiled. "Well, Kiddo, it's either that or some cheesy camp-thing. Now, it's a four hour drive, so we'd better start early tomorrow if we want to get there by lunch... At this point, Daniel had stopped listening to his Uncle.
Kiddo. He was sixteen now and his Uncle still called him that. Daniel almost smiled at the thought; happy memories. Kayaking, horse-back lessons, camping trips, all through his name was never Danny, or Dani, but Kiddo. His Uncle started it when he first gained custody of him.
Daniel remembered those days. Daniel was quiet, easily scared, and nervous. He was almost afraid of Uncle Gabe because of his bear-like stature and gruff appearance. But, after only a week, Gabe had gained his nephew's trust. He was too gentle of a man; too fun. Everybody loved him. The only reason he was unmarried was because he had been widowed some-ten years ago by 'the love of his life', Rose. That was all Daniel knew, and he didn't dare ask his Uncle about it. He did once, when he was eight or so, and never did it again. Gabe's eyes had glazed over, and soon enough, there were tears flowing down the man's cheeks.
Daniel stared out of the wind-shield, not really seeing the passing scenery. He was too deep in thought for that. Hell, he didn't even know what he was thinking about. It was all static in his mind. But through the static, in the back of his mind, Daniel knew he was nervous about this whole St. Anthony's thing. How exactly were they going to suck the gay out of him? Through the power of prayer? Daniel almost chuckled; oh yes. The power of prayer!
It was about two hours later of silence, save the music, before they got to their destination. The sight was, if anything, breath-taking. Daniel's eyes had widened in surprise when he first saw the entrance building. It looked more like a college dorm than a torture chamber, he thought. Red-bricked walls with gray-concrete accents, and huge wooden double-doors. Gabe seemed impressed, as well, for he whistled when he caught sight of it and leaned forward on the steering wheel. "Damn, Kid, you're going to one hell of a school. No room to complain here." Gabe offered him a friendly smile, clapping a large hand on his shoulder and shaking him playfully. Daniel smiled back awkwardly, letting himself be shaken like a dummy. By now, he was used to it; Gabe almost didn't know his own strength. Dani was man-handled often, and didn't care. That's what made his Uncle his Uncle.
When they had both gotten out of the car, and Daniel's backpack handed to him, they stood, side-by-side, looking at the school. Silence-- what were they supposed to say? Neither could think of anything. Finally, it was Gabe who broke the silence: "...Seeya later, Kiddo." Gabe paused to shake Daniel by the shoulder again, giving a fatherly smile. "...Try to have fun, 'kay?" Daniel laughed and slung his backpack over shoulder, walking off towards to double-doors to hell.
It took him no more than five minutes to check in, much to his relief, for he already had his room key. The secretary smiled, making a comment on how many new students there were lately, and he was off. At first, he thought it would be nice to take a quick look around the campus, but curiosity over his room over-ruled. He visited his dorm first, which he found was among other boys' dorms to his surprise.
The rather heavy wooden door swung open, and Daniel entered. It was surprisingly modern, he thought, finding no crosses or anything to that degree. The decor looked like it was out of an Ikea commercial, and seeing all the money these people had, he wouldn't be surprised if it was. He dropped his backpack at the foot of the bed, deciding not to unpack at the moment, and leaped onto his bed. The headboard hit the wall behind it, causing a rather loud and startling noise. But, hopefully, there was no one in their dorms right now to hear it.
Sample two: Another introduction
T he worst part about that day was that it was cold, and like most others, Kaci hated the cold. Hell, she hated extreme weather in general.
Her Dad had turned on the radio about an hour ago, and now Aerosmith's "Dream On" had just started to play. She stared out the window, eyes crusted with what people called 'sleep' or 'eye boogers'. The latter sounded like a ten-year-old came up with it, she though lazily as she watched the trees go by. The girl had fallen asleep several times during the six hour drive, and so had her step-mother. For a while, the woman had tried very, very hard to make the best out of the situation, saying it would be like 'a vacation', and 'it would be fun'. Kaci had not answered, so eventually, she did too. But she continued to mumble under her breath. Her father, on the other hand, hadn't spoken at all for the entire trip. He really didn't want Kaci to come here, for money reasons, but Nathalie had insisted. They could get by.
Kaci was thinking slurred thoughts, imagining things like the monkeys from the Wizard of Oz flying around in the trees, and the white stag from Narnia in the forest. What else did she have to do? They had made her leave her PSP at home, or rather, Nat had, saying Kaci 'needed to concentrate on her schoolwork there'. Kaci objected, but she didn't win. Kids never win against adults. But she wasn't a kid, right?
"...We're here." Nat smiled weakly in the review mirror, looking back at Kaci's reflection. Kaci pretended not to notice the woman, pretending she was talking to her father. Much to her annoyance, Nathalie prattled on. "Kaci, trust me, you're going to love this, and really, it's for your own good. Ask Father DiMico, he'll tell you." Of course he would, he's a priest. Kaci thought bitterly, still staring out the window.
...For her own good. What the hell was that? How did she know what was good for Kaci? Could she see into the future? She knew that other kids like her had heard that millions of times before-- it's for your own good, blah blah blah. The only reason her step-mother should intervene is if she was drinking heavily or doing drugs of sometime, but no, it was because she had a girlfriend. Keyword: had. Lyn had broken up with her. Kaci still missed her, having snuck a picture of the girl in her suitcase inside her shirt.
After hardly tearful goodbyes, Kaci trudged off to the main entrance of the school to check in. Well, at least it looked nice, she thought. Hell, it looked better than nice, it looked like some sort of crazy English boarding school. It was huge! Plus, it had more buildings.
"I'd like to check in." Kaci said politely to the secretary, setting her bag down beside her. The secretary nodded and asked for her name, all the while clicking away and typing on her computer. "...that's K-A-C-I." The secretary nodded, smiling. "That's unique." She said, tone more friendly than Kaci had anticipated. Kaci returned a smile, taking the rules pamphlet from her with a 'thank you'.
Kaci unlocked the door to her dorm with a small click, pushing the door open. She sighed, relieved to find it appeared to be a single. At least they got that much right; she didn't get the whole 'throw a bunch of gay peoples together to de-gay them', but she didn't write the rules. They even put the girls with the girls and the boys with the boys, which seemed even more... eh. If you want to de-gay people, why not just put two of the opposite sex together and wait for them to get super-horny and do it? That seemed a bit less Christian, but it was better than the plan they had right now.
Kaci dropped off her black roller and locked her dorm-room door behind her and took the school map out to take a look at the different buildings. Ooh, there was a recreation building-- wonder what that was like? But for now, she would have to settle for food. She was hungry as hell. With that, she tucked away the map and key in her jeans' pocket and started off for the cafeteria-thing. Mess hall. Food court. What ever they called it here.
Sample three: Nameless drabble with no real purpose
Mabel stared at the ceiling, the pit of her stomach dropping lower and lower by the second. Her arms lay on either side of her, reaching the sides of the mattress with her fingertips. Her hair was mussed from the night before, and a hangover pounded in her ears, head and eyes. Her bare breasts had hardened in the cold air; her brief-lover had left the door to her room open. As much as her room was warm when the door was closed, the rest of her house was icy during the winter. But the cold went unnoticed for the moment; right now she was busy with guilt and sadness.
At the time, she had seemed so... motherly. She even offered to take her home when Mabel had hit her limit, having slammed down one-too-many alcoholic drinks. What could she say? She was a partier; an alcoholic and a drug-addict at age seventeen. She felt used already; she'd had been having sex since the tender age of fifteen, when her boyfriend had first convinced her to try it. With him, she didn't feel quite comfortable, but her second time, with his sister, she had become addicted. She was labeled as 'whore', and her friends' mothers had forbade their children from seeing her. She sunk into depression, and like most other teens, she also succumbed into alcohol and drugs, sometimes cough medicine. Now she was clean for the most part, but every now and then, she decided to cut loose. It was only human, right?
Mabel sat up, brown hair barely falling past her chin. Usually, she spiked it up, but she didn't feel like starting the day right now. She looked at the clock at her bed-side; two. The guilt deepened. What would Father McHail say now? "The Lord's time is dawn, Mabel; don't forget that. Wake up early and start the day off right. Start the day with God." She was ten at the time. Her real father was a lawyer, and at some convention. Father Mchail was her local Church's priest, a beacon of wisdom for her. The aging, fat man had kind, dark eyes, and a sagging smile. He had been widowed far too young; his bride was forty-five at the time, and he was forty-three. He had dedicated his life to God afterwards, him and his son Dwayne.
The young girl had put on a long maroon sweater when she walked out into her small, messy living room, craving a cup of chocolate-mocha right now. Starbuck's was three blocks down, an easy walk, but she didn't want to go outside today. She found no note from her mystery one-night-stand girl. She racked her brain for the woman's name as she made herself tea, but found no name. She wanted to say Drew, but that couldn't be it.
Mabel sat on her used couch, looking into her steamed tea as she swirled it around in the mug. Finally, she took a sip, finding her lip burnt seconds later. She blew cool air past her lips in discomfort, face distorting at the strange sensation in her mouth and lips. Why did she do that? The one-night-stand thing. Yes, she loved sex, and it seemed so innocent at the time; a quick romp with a stranger, nothing more. But when she woke up, usually alone, rarely left a note, she felt so... crappy. Like she'd just hurt the feelings of someone close to her in one of her emotional moments. But no... she'd hurt no one, only herself. Why am I so stupid? she thought, eye-lids lowering half-way as she continued to stare into her mug.
It was three o' clock now, and she'd turned on a bad movie on HBO, cradling a bag of marshmallows in her arms. She ate them slowly, bite by bite, marshmallow byt marshmallow.
"Walk this way..." The man on the screen scuttled off, and following him were two confused guests, mirroring him in the way he walked. Mabel laughed a bit; okay, so maybe Young Frankenstein wasn't a 'bad' movie, per say. But she loved it all the same, along with Airplane!, and all the crazy, slapstick movies of the seventies and eighties. There were a few gems in modern movies, but it was rare. Humans lost their sense of humor when the year 2000 hit.
View User's Journal
My little drabbles
 |
