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| Zcriley | Apr 24 2011, 07:11 PM Post #1 |
First Steps
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OOC Information Name: Zach Gender: Male Who were you referred by? What site were you referred from?: Phina and Tristan are my bffs Age: 18 Contact: Email, but I'm wary about posting that on a public forum Role Playing Experience: 6 or 7 years, with a long hiatus lately. IC Information Role Play Sample: (No less than 300, and no more than 1000 words. We're looking for a sample, not a short story, please.) It burned his mind. The screech of tires, the whir of sirens, the gut-wrenching thud. The blood splattered concrete, the flash of red and blue as the ambulence took her away. The feeling was surreal at first, totally unbelievable. This was something that happened on T.V., in one of those crime shows in New York city, not in the suburbs, not in your suburb, not outside your house, and most definitely not to your girl. His hands shook as he held her cold hand, eyes fixated on the black screen fixated above her cot. He would watch the blips on that green line, every fiber of his being willing the next beep to break the deafening silence. He always hated straight lines, having been that kid that colored where he wanted, always thinking outside the box. Never before, however, had a straight line held so much trepidation. A straight line meant the end, and thankfully the line was sufficiently bumpy. "She's stable sir, just try to relax. We have some relaxants if you think you need them." The voice of the paramedic went in one ear and out the other. David's gray eyes focused only on her, the love of his life. One hand held hers tightly, the other clenching a small black box that sat like a stone in his pocket. Tonight was going to be the night that changed their lives forever. It still would change their lives, yet the change would take them in a shockingly different direction. A sweaty hand reached up to loosen the silk around his neck. The tie was choking him, he couldn't breathe. Take it off take it off He violently wrenched it from his neck, ripping button after button till his bare chest gaped through the egyptian cotton of his shirt. "I can't breathe, there's not enough air." He sat in the ambulance clutching the mask to his mouth, the plastic digging into his pale skin. In out in out in out He was a nervous fellow, easily excitable and in possession of the world's weakest stomach. He turned to the left and emptied the contents of his stomach onto the nearest paramedic's shoes. "Sorry" he mumbled, flicking bile from his lips as the other man disdainfully wiped the remains of pineapple pizza from his uniform. "Is she gonna be okay? Tell me she'll be fine." He demanded that she be okay, his voice quavering with anxiety. "Her condition is surprisingly good for what happened. There was some internal bleeding, which explains the amount of blood on the scene...." David wretched again, his body shaking with dry heaves, trying to rid itself of something that was no longer there. "Sorry...her physical condition is fine, she shouldn't be in the hospital for more than a few days." A sigh of relief escaped through pursed lips. It would prove to be an ignorant sigh, for the poor man would soon realize that he would rather Addie had lost a leg than the actual diagnosis. But for now, he was relieved as he pressed the mask to his face, inhaling oxygen and exhaling fear. In out In out.. ----- He reached up to stroke her hair, stopping short and clenching his hand into a fist as he sat down in an armchair beside her bed, sweating face turning away so she couldn't see him cry. He no longer held his body upright, the weight of defeat pushing his shoulders into a slump. The way she looked at him with blank eyes, the spark of passion and love for her devoted boyfriend was no longer there. It had been replaced with fear, a deer-in-the-headlights look that struggled to make sense of her surroundings. There was no recognition for David. Her love was lost. "There's some brain damage. She'll function perfectly, but she's a blank slate. Her memory is completely gone." David stood up from the chair, angrily pushing past the doctor and out into the hallway, pacing back and forth as his mind tried to grasp the situation. She didn't know him. She didn't remember the camping trips, birthday dinners, midnight skinny-dips or passionate sex underneath the stars, the soft wildgrass serving as the perfect bed. She didn't know his secrets, she didn't know her own secrets for fuck's sake! Designer dress shoes tapped nervously on the tiled floor, hands running through his neatly groomed chocolate locks and tears dripping down his cheeks. The nurses and doctors looked on helplessly, unsure of how to console this tortured sole. He needed to get out of here, he needed to leave. It was truly a pathetic sight, a 6-foot-and-change man perched upon a porcelain toilet, a mess of crumpled toilet tissue piling up on the floor as he rocked back and forth, dabbing at eyes that had run out of tears. Come on Dave, pull it together. You're such a pussy "I want my momma" he sniffled to himself as a man sat down in the stall next to him, his silent crying now accompianed by the sounds and smell of violent diarrhea. "Those chili dogs are killer, I'd steer clear of the cafeteria for a while if I were you dude. I think those cafeteria ladies are in a bad mood today. "Thanks for the tip." he whispered, a partial smile creeping across his face. I guess that's one way to lighten the mood He wanted his momma but she was six feet under. His Dad wouldn't be much help either, sitting in a jail cell for fraud. And now he was losing his last love: she might as well be dead along with the years of memories. His mind was bitter and angry as he stepped out of the stall, ignoring the toilet that was overflowing onto the floor, irreperably clogged with half a roll of tear-stained toilet paper. He needed to be there for her. He needed to man up and stop hiding in the bathroom. She had lost something too, though somehow he wished it was him that had no more memories. Addie didn't know what was going on, which must be frightening, but at least she didn't have to go through life knowing that the one she loved no longer knew her. He saw her family crying and exiting the hospital bed room, letting out a sigh as he stepped into the room as they exited, closing the door behind him. He sat down on the bed next to her, mouth forming a weak smile. "I brought you some water." His hand shook a little bit as he gently set the plastic cup on her bedside table, eyes staring off into the distance. He couldn't look at her face without crying. Her eyes didn't recognize her lover, and it made him sick. "I'm David, your boyfriend." He smoothed out his slacks and leaned back into the chair. Neck aching with tension as he tried to pull himself together. "We were going out to dinner tonight, which is why I'm so dressed up. I was going to ask you to...to.." He stopped mid-sentence, reaching for the diamond ring that rested in his pocket. He opened the box, reaching in and feeling the rock in his finger. It was a big one, he had sold a car he had been restoring to buy it for her. "I was going to make you my wife" he finished weakly, returning it to the case and setting it gently next to the glass of water. "You..you really don't remember do you? I'm David, Addie. Your high school sweetheart. We were gonna raise a family together." |
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| White Fox | Apr 24 2011, 07:35 PM Post #2 |
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Triple Digits!
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