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“Oh my god.” A woman clearly in her twenties was standing in the inspection line at the Columbus International Airport holding her almost-too-large-but-just-small-enough carryon bag and a folded piece of paper. She stood out with her brightly colored sweatshirt emblazoned with the female symbol. The words that had leapt from her mouth drew some curious stares. This woman, Sara Reynolds, looked like death microwaved at 50 percent for 10 seconds. Her hair was haphazardly pulled into a side ponytail and the freckles on her face were especially prominent as the color has almost completely drained from her cheeks. She was scared out of her mind and second guessing the last two months of planning, saving and chatting to some girl she had met online about having a couch to crash on.
‘God damn, why did I even think this was a good idea? I’m flying to god damned Ireland with no job and because Julie said I could have a place to stay. What if I can’t find work? I only have seven thousand bucks saved. My parents are gonna kill me if I come back asking for money.’ Sara shivered and rapidly blinked her eyes to keep the tears from welling. She could leave. It’d be easy to just walk out of here and write off the two hundred dollars spent on her ticket. Her parents were terrified she’d get herself killed; they’d probably be happy if their daughter came to her senses and moved back in with them. All that was waiting in Ireland for Sara was a woman who’d promised to get her settled in and hopefully self-sufficient. Damn that woman, she’d been the nail in the coffin for Sara.
They’d met in a chat room. Wow that sounded terrible in Sara’s own head, was she in Napoleon Dynamite? It’d been random, some chat Sara had logged onto since she was bored and she recognized one of the usernames. As the women talked they’d found similar tastes in music and pop culture, it was nice to make a new friend. The more they talked the more they saw into each other’s lives. Finally their friendship was upgraded to skype calls, Sara had been terrified. She didn’t think much of her own appearance and had imagined Julie to be a supermodel or something. Sara was wrong though, Julie was even more beautiful than that. Blonde hair meticulously pulled back into a braid, soft looking skin, full lips that just begged to be kissed. Sara had instantly fallen head first into a major crush.
She’d also learned Julie’s full name. It sounded like heaven coming from her mouth. “Juliet. Butler.” Sara tested the name again, quietly so that people didn’t gawk at her again. It still made her chest clench and a jolt run through her body. Juliet was the real reason for this insane journey. She was funny and sweet, easily complimenting Sara and telling her that she was beautiful. It was amazing; no one that attractive had said such nice words before. It didn’t help the feelings Sara had harbored since then. Suddenly all doubts were washed away as thoughts of finally meeting Julie popped up. They’d get to talk in person, face to face. Sara could touch Julie. This was worth it, even if things didn’t work out. At least Sara could say she tried. She tried for a small hope that the friendship she had with a woman she’d never met would turn into something more.
The line had been moving and Sara had barely registered the checkpoint, the only thing keeping her from running was Julie. Those thoughts swirled around in her head and she started planning how to either have Julie return her feelings or at least find out if she was even into women. At least she’d have a job. Maybe. In what seemed like minutes Sara was on the plane. She was really on a plane headed to Ireland. Not directly actually, there was a layover in Amsterdam before Dublin. Why was that a thing? She couldn’t complain though, it had been the cheapest flight. Money was going to become an issue very quickly. Sara would take just about any job which was good. There had to be something that no one else wanted and she’d be set. All she had to do now was close her eyes and enjoy the trip despite the cold heavy feeling in her stomach.
“Juliet. Butler.” Sara smiled and nodded. Yep, this was totally worth it.
 uchiha fxcks · Fri Mar 28, 2014 @ 09:06am · 0 Comments |
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Role play sample 1 (i wrote wasn't a lot.) |
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The earth seemed to shudder as Sara dug her toes into the damp, freshly tilled dirt. Maybe it was really Sara that had shuddered, the ground was surprisingly cold. It was the dead of summer and the work day had ended so most of the people tending plots were gone. It wasn’t so weird putting your feet in the ground anyways! Plenty of people did it and there were worse things th-.
Okay, off topic. Sara wasn’t here to argue with herself. She breathed deeply and closed her eyes to will away the many thoughts that buzzed in her head for attention. Her ears slowly tuned out outside noise as she imagined ocean waves gently lapping at her. Better. The sensation of something slimy moving across Sara’s left foot brought her back to the present, probably a worm. Sara resisted the urge to pull away and dug in deeper. Her feet were wet and cold now but it was oddly satisfying. It felt right being here. Exactly here on the Fowl estate with its rich and moist soil, at this moment. As if everything before had been specifically engineered to bring Sara to this spot. It was right and it was good. That was enough. As her toes sank in Sara slowly brought her arms up, up, up until they were directly above her. She clenched her fists and released, fingers splaying out as if to grab a hold of the wisps of cool air. That wasn’t entirely off, in Sara’s mind her fingers were extending further than her body. She pictured her soul stretching, ever stretching as if trying to break free from her mortal frame. It was those dreams she had, the ones where she was finally able to fly after trying so hard. She lifted off the ground and was skimming the clouds, fingers brushing over condensed water particles. Those were the brightest and most serene dreams. They were loud and cluttered like others she had. It was comforting and Sara didn’t understand why.
At this very moment the earth completely stopped for Sara. The air felt heavy and confining and gravity pressed on her body. It wasn’t fair, it was like something precious had been taken from her yet she had never had the chance to know what she lost. Minutes passed and her arms began feeling heavy, so Sara slowly lowered them back down to her sides and took another breath. At least she felt calmer. When her eyes opened the young women felt a prickle on the side of her neck and she turned in the direction. Funny, it constantly felt like someone was there. It was just in the corner of her eye, a brief flash or shifting like this person existed on another plane. If that wasn’t the most annoying s**t ever. Sara squeezed her hands and sighed. No she wasn’t letting it bother her right now. She’d managed to get into a good vibe and no invisible people were messing that up.
It was time to go back anyways; she probably could ride her bike in the dark. The dinky head light on the handle would be enough light and there rarely were any obstructions on the roads. She could ride it into Dublin at least. Then the bus back to her apartment. Maybe she should actually get a car. Oh well. Her head was getting fuzzy with clutter and it’d be easier to zone out once she was vegging on her couch and watching anime. As even more thoughts swirled around Sara finally pulled her feet from the dirt and slipped her sandals back on before making her way off the estate. It wasn’t like she couldn’t do this again. There was plenty of time to get in touch with nature.
uchiha fxcks · Fri Mar 28, 2014 @ 09:05am · 0 Comments |
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