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 Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 10:18 am
The alarm went off with a loud buzzing sound, a pale hand reached out and pressed the snooze button before the lump under the covers turned over and groaned, stretched, pulling itself from the bed. Bare feet with dark red toenails moved in a shuffle across the bare wooden floor of the bedroom. Through the open doorway; into the small cramped living room, at which point a pajama covered hip smashed into a ratty pumpkin colored floral couch. Cursing, she moved to the right the feet stepped over the mess made of yesterday's paper, covering the thinning ivory carpet.
Once in the kitchen she placed a tarnished sliver kettle on the stove turning on the gas powered cooking contraption. She listened for the woosh of blue and orange flame, before she headed into the bathroom. It took the female about five minutes to wash her hair, then turn off the water. Grabbing a towel, that was old enough that it had battle wounds where the fibers that just given up and parted ways, she died off. By the time she had pulled on the cut off capris and red ribbed tank top, the kettle was screaming angrily from the kitchen.
Poring a cup of hot water, a long fingered hand reached out and grabbed a tea bag packet and dropped the little herb stuffed mesh bag fall into the steaming water. The small bag puffed up with the heat, letting its light brown coloring into the water. After adding cream and sugar, as well as getting on her old pink flip-flops, which had formed to her feet from years of having worn them; she turned to look out the open door.
The small ranch house that she had been walking around once belonged to her hus- ex-husband. The outside had once been a rich brown, but now was covered in dying shingles. The once white door was gray, with dust. All the windows were open and without screens, she didn't worry much about the bugs that came out at night, she enjoy their company, it was some of the only company that she got out at the old ranch.
Outside, she could see the overgrown fields of golden, useless, hay that could have brought in some money; if not for the weeds that had made their way in. There was an old wooden fence out in the distance; it had fallen apart just few days ago during a thunderstorm. It was hot outside, in the 90's with a high humidity that makes clothing stick to the skin.
The inside of the house was in little better condition than the outside. the bedroom was home to a large queen sized bed where the headboard was so loose that it moved and banged against the wall with the slightest movement of the bed. The legs of the bed looked like a wild animal had been gnawing at them and the foot board with a broken death trap, that she was just to lazy to remove from the end of her bed. The mattress on the bed looked like no more than a box that someone had put on the bed frame. The bare wooden floor of the room was covered in dirty jeans and ribbed tank tops of different colors. there was closet that had a broken sliding door hanging from one side where other things were hanging.
The living room had a thinning ivory carpet that was covered with news papers. The ugly pumpkin floral couch was falling apart, the right side seeming to be set deeper than the left for were it had broken. There was a 15 inch black an white TV, the antennas sticking up into the air. There were dusty cream colored shades that, the female who lived in the house were not even sure worked as she never used the. Gaudy red patterned drapes hung on either side of the three windows that were in the living room.
The kitchen had about five feet of faux green marble counter space, three of which were taken up by a silver stainless steel sink and leaning faucet. To the right of the counter there was a old black gas stove. The tile that was on the floor was a swirl of gray and white, with long cracks in the stone on the floor. Along the wall there was a folding red topped card table and a white folding chair. The one window in the kitchen had a large spider web crack in it, from some unknown event. There was an old oak door that had a padlock on it, which lead to the basement, a cheaper looking door on the other wall that lead into a bathroom with a sink, toilet, and a shower with a door that sometimes got stuck. As well as a light that was no more than a bare light buld hanging from the middle of the room.
Turning around the female walked to the sink and bent down opening the cabinet and pulling out a bottle of clear liquid. Looking at the glass of tea she let some of the liquid out and then replaced it with some of the liquid with whatever was in the bottle Placing down her glass, she pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a match from the box she had stuffed in her pocket. Holding the lit cigarette in one hand she picked up her tea with the other.
Walking out the door the female stood on the porch and looked out into the dirt that was her front yard, there was a large pile of ashes where she had burned her wedding dress as well as pictures of her and her. . . ex-husband. Now the five foot four female stood on the porch, her once long blond hair was cut in a pixie cut. Her frame was small, and her skin was pale. Her eyes had a cold thought filled look about them. One of the eyes was gray, the other a gray gold, they sat under well groomed eyebrows and over a pointed nose. Her eyes had been a family trait, something that had just been passed down from family member to family member. Her lips were thin, and her face had hard lines, and a square chin. Both her toe, and finger nails were painted the same color.
It had only been two months from the time her and her loving cheating jerk of a husband had broken it off. Only three months had passed from the time she had gotten married. They hadn't even come home from their honeymoon before she had found him flirting with another woman, giving the red head his cell number. Her lips smirked at the memory, she hit him hard that night when he had tried to get into bed with her. She hit him in the chest with the alarm clock, they had, had to go to the hospital and get him patched up.
She remembered why she had said yes to him. Dark, brown hair which framed a handsome face, which had sat upon a well built body with a charm that the devil must have used when he talked Eve into eating that accused apple. After they had gotten back from the honeymoon she had stayed in the house with him for about two weeks before she moved out to the old ranch and let her lawyer deal with his. She planned to never look at him again, mostly because as much as she hated him she was still attracted to him. After all him had that face.
No longer having a working phone the female only wrote to her family. After the first week of his ex-husband calling her to make her come back, she had pulled her phone out of the wall and flung it across the room. To say that her Ex-husband had not been happy with the fact that she had up and left on him was a bit of an understatement.
Scowling she kicked what once was the porch swing, it was now resting its right side on the porch as the left hung on for dear life. She was only 26 and already married and divorced once, the only good thing that came out of all this is she now had a house that she wouldn't need to pay off and more land than her brother, who had gone on to be a very good criminal defense lawyer, the apple of her cold unloving parent's eyes. She hadn't wanted to keep her ex-husbands name, at the same time she hadn't wanted to go back to her original name. But she had gone back, even if she didn't like it because in the short version she needed a last name.
"Ms. Adora Katheryn Petterson" She whispered the name to herself and sighed taking a pull on her cigarette she let out a breathe and closed her eyes.
(Alright, so this is going to be a one-on-one. I would like someone to take up the part of the ex-husband. I left out most of the information about him just because.
Please IM for more imformation. As for any other comments, as this is an edit to add in things. I am loking for someone who is going to give me soemthing to post to. maybe a middle level. Yeah that is all.)
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 2:13 pm
Is this meant to be a one-on-one RP? I can move it to that subforum for you, if so. If this is a piece of writing that you want comments on, I can move it to the writing subforum. If it's meant to be a free-form RP, you should read the Where to Post sticky to get an idea of how you might organize your thread, because right now I cannot tell what it is supposed to be except a nice piece of prose. smile If this is an RP and you are going to put this much work into an opening post, you should at least screen people who want to join your RP. This is a general RP guild and we have a lot of beginners.
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School Of Dedicated RPers Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 5:28 pm
(Yes it is a one-on-one. However I did read the sticky and thought that I got what it said. Post on the main board and then it will be moved. WhichI feel is how it read so that is what I did. Sorry if that sounds rude but i am very tried andhave a headache, so yeah sorry.
-Abby)
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 7:50 pm
(No worries, it's all good. I'll just move this over there for you. One on One's are the only type of RP that is an exception to that rule.)
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Posted: Thu Aug 23, 2007 5:16 am
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