A Snow Storm...

[throbbing]

(OOC: i used to post here well over a year ago... and i was bored recently so i went and found some of my old threads under my previous username and i though i'd try to bring some new life to them...)

CHARACTER: Bryan Heller
Bryan is a 33 year old author who decided to spend a week in a cabin up in northern Canada by himself to help himself concentrate. His wife and kids were always bothering him and someone always seemed to be at his doorstep, trying to get an interview or something along those lines. He thought this little get away, locked away by himself with a week's worth of food, would be perfect. He thought it would help him get back into the writing mood, as he hadn't written anything new in recent times.

IC:

I found her out by the trail, I have no clue what she was doing out in this weather. She's lucky I found her, she was unconcious, laying there in the middle of the snow. I heard her cries for help, and it wasn't until 15 minutes later that I found her.

I knew there was going to be a terrible snow storm going down, but it didn't bother me because I planned on spending most of my week inside the cabin I rented. She apparently wasn't aware of how bad the weather would be. I didn't know if she had been hiking alone or with friends, or what. I would have to wait for her to wake up.

Wrapping her in a blanket, I carried the young woman back to my cabin and laid her on the couch near the fireplace. I removed her sweater as it was soaked, then had to remove her shirt as well. I really didn't want to do this, but I didn't think I'd get any pleasure out of it. I was doing it for her own good, having those clothes on would do her no good. I then removed her pants, and hung up her clothes to dry near the fire place. I dressed her in some cargo pants of mine and a shirt, since I didn't want her to be half naked when she'd wake up. That would certainly freak her out.

I got a good look at her though when she was down to her bra and panties and she was beautiful. She had to be in her earlier 20s, a cute face, and a well-sized chest. And she would have died if it wasn't for me. In addition, she'd have to stay in my cabin for at least the next two days. Listening to the radio, it seemed the storm wouldn't calm down until at least that time.

It was almost night time, so I went to sleep... and when I awoke, she was still asleep. She seemed to be in better condition now, her body was a lot warmer. I made myself some warm tea and toast for breakfast and after eating that, I settled down in the loveseat opposite her with my notes, to continue writing the book I had started working on.

After a few minutes, I noticed her stirring... eventually, she opened her eyes, rubbing them, she looked up at me.

"Good morning," I greeted her. I could tell she was a bit confused about where she was and how she got here, and I would explain it all to her. First, I just waited for her to say something...

(OOC: The story is pretty obvious here. Someone needs to play the young lady, her persona is pretty much up to you... but please, if you'r not going to actually WRITE, don't take on the part. By not writing, I mean, writing a line in each reply and leaving it at that... put some effort into it, damn it).

 

[soliloquy]

Julie

Julie awoke slowly in a strange room. She racked her mind for what had happened to her. For the life of her, she could not remember how she got here. The last thing she remembered was walking out of her cabin to chop some wood. Beynd that, everything was a blur.

She was startled when a strange man greeted her. She looked at him, and he seemed to be awaiting a reply. She was about to ask him a million questions when she realized she was wearing men's clothing. What in the world had happened?

She jumped out of the bed, wrapping her arms around her. "Don't touch me! Don't you dare touch me!"

She noticed the startled look in his eyes at the implication that he would harm her in any way. This allowed her to relax--a little.

She grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her shivering body. "Can you tell me how I got here? Or where here is?"

 

[throbbing]

bryan...

finally, she was up... but she seemed really startled. her immediate reaction suprised me as she told me not to touch her, but i did realize that she had no clue how she got where she was.

i stood up and walked over to a small coffee table where i had placed the extra cup of hot chocolate just a few minutes prior. i picked it up as i began speaking. "i found you fairly close to my cabin, so i brought you here... we're upstate, pretty alone too. no homes for at least five miles in any direction... sort of secluded and it looks like that's the way we're going to stay for another two days due to the snow storm, or so the weather reports say."

after my explaination, i walked over to her and handed her to cup of cocoa. "here," i said as i looked down at her beautiful face. "i'm bryan, by the way."

 

[soliloquy]

Julie

Julie wasn't sure what she should be feeling right now. He seemed safe enough, but that statement of their seclusion, no one around for miles...it took her back to all those suspense novels she had read lately. It was just recently that she had drowned her sorrows in books and scotch.

She wanted to trust him. She examined his strong face and turned to look out the window. The storm was preventing them from getting her back to her home. So, the best thing to do was to trust him. There wasn't much she could do to save herself even if he was a rapist or murderer. It wasn't like he had restrained her in any way while she was sleeping. And by the looks of it, the door was unlocked, and she could leave if she really wanted to, and that would be ridiculous in these conditions.

She looked at the hot chocolate, and then looked up to smile at him. "I'm Julie, nice to meet you Bryan." She outstretched her hand to shake his. "I'm chilled to the bone. You don't have any scotch, do you?"

 

[throbbing]

bryan...

i cracked a smile and a laugh as she asked me for some scotch. "sure do, let me get it for ya." as i walked over to the little cabinet on the other side of the room, i thought i'd tell her a little bit about myself in case she still wasn't feeling too comfortable. "i'm out here because of writers block, basically... it's silly, but my..." i was about to mention my wife and my kids and how they've been keeping me from being able to write anything as of late, but i decided not to. for some reason, i thought things would get interesting between the two of us. surely, i wasn't planning on raping her or anything of the sort... but i felt strongly attracted to julie. she was absolutely beautiful and i just had this feeling about her... i don't know if it was lust or love or whatever, but for some reason... i had a feeling that if we were to be in this cabin for the next few days, more would happen that either of us could possibly expect.

"but everything's been so busy in my life as of late... i haven't written anything even close to being novel-worthy. so yeah, that means i'm an author, by the way" i said with a slight chuckle. "what do you do?" i questioned julie as i took a bottle of scotch out and set it over on the end table next to julie.

 

[soliloquy]

Julie

Julie hesitated to respond. What did she do? To be honest, not much lately. She had given up her dreams of teaching Modern Literature at a University to follow Claude out to this godforsaken place. Now that he and Emily were gone, there was nothing for her to do but tend to the land. And in the winter, not much to do but struggle for survival, on many levels. "It would be more interesting to tell you what I would have done had I not moved here, but that is in the past. Instead of teaching, I am just living day to day. Sometimes life just--"

She realized this was not uplifting conversation, and she didn't know this man. However, she found human contact after so much time stimulating and comforting. How she longed to be in someone's arms. She discreetly looked over this man as she sipped her scotch. A ring on his fourth finger of the left hand. Wouldn't you know it! However, she wore her ring for a long time after...

She wrapped the blanket more snuggly around her body, though the scotch was helping to warm her. She felt uncomfortable with her own social skills. How does one talk to a complete stranger for days, perhaps weeks as the storm didn't seem to be relenting at all. "So tell me about your writing. Have you published before?"

 

[throbbing]

bryan...

i poured myself some scotch as well as julie began speaking. i sat back in the loveseat across from the sofa on which she was sitting and sipped on the scotch. i noticed at one point that she looked over at my hand as i grabbed the bottle of scotch... sure, i avoided mentioning my wife and kids but that ring was still on my finger!

well, i wasn't going to let that stop me from anything... if things were to get romantic or perhaps erotic between the two of us during the next few days, i doubt it would matter wether or not she knew that i was married. after all, my marriage hadn't been all that i had one day thought it would be. that was one of the reasons i had rented the cabin, to get away from my wife...

before i allowed my thoughts to wander off any further, julie asked me if i had gotten anything published.

"oh yeah. i don't mean to brag, but i've gotten quite a few books published... the odd thing about me is that each time i sit down, i wrote a completely different type of novel. the last one i wrote was a bit of a romance with a bit of comedy... don't know if you've read 'the last sigh' ...and before that, i wrote a suspense thriller titled 'running,' there had been a few before that too... but those seemed to be my two biggest books."

 

[soliloquy]

Julie

She sat, aghast that she was in the same room as him. "Y-you're Bryan Heller? I LOVED Running . I kept waiting for your next suspense/thriller. The imagery you used when the killer was looking out over the town was incredible. I still remember that passage. You're Bryan Heller!"

Subconsciously, she moved over on the couch to be closer to him. What she could learn from this man. After all, she hadn't been such a poor writer herself, though her poetry had gotten more notice than any of her short story work.

Suddenly intimidated by his presence, she gulped at the scotch. He refilled it. Probably not a good idea to get drunk. But what else was there to do? Play double solitaire?

He caught her gaze and held it for a while before replying.

 

[throbbing]

bryan...

wow, that's pretty flattering... well, it always is to me, when i meet someone who admires my work. it's a pretty strange coincidence that the woman i found in the middle of this storm outside my cabin would be one too...

i started pouring her some more scotch and for a second there, our eyes met. i pulled away from the moment we may have shared there and spoke. "yeah, i'm bryan heller... and stop acting so overly excited, you're going to make me blush." i smiled as i continued sipping on my scotch.

"so... we're gonna be here a while, or so it seems... and you've probably read those little inserts in one of my books, so you might know a thing or two about me... so tell me about yourself." i said this as i once again looked into her eyes... for some reason, i could not stay away from them for longer than a few minutes. something about them just atrracted my own eyes to them and i couldn't help it, but her eyes... were just so amazing...

 

[soliloquy]

Julie

Embarrassed and emboldened simultaneously by his constant attention to her, she gulped more of the scotch than she should have. She choked a bit and caughed. He looked concerned.

"Are you all right?" he asked.

"Fine, fine. I just have a little drinking problem," she joked.

"Me? Well, there isn't much to tell. I don't do anything thrilling, really. I grew up in Deerfield, outside of Chicago. My father took off before I was born, so I grew up with my mother and her myriad of lovers and acquaintances. It really was an interesting lifestyle for a while. Sometimes my mother would bring home elite men of the area, but didn't seem to know of their fame. I remember when I was sixteen, she brought home a man that I knew I recognized. She said that his name was Billy. It wasn't until the next week that I realized my mother had brought Bill Pullman to our home! That was before he became too famous, but I recognized him." She laughed and took another sip, more cautiously this time. She was aware that she was rambling, but he looked interested, and wasn't saying anything, so she continued.

"Well, I decided to go to University of Chicago where I studied English and Communications and was near finishing my masters in Modern Literature when I met Claude. He swept me off my feet and I married him. He lived and worked here, and so I followed him. We had a daughter, Emily. The most precious person in my life. That's all there really is to tell."

She looked at his gaze, and then nervously looked out the window as she finished off another scotch. Perhaps that was the reason she was so loose-tongued. But now there was nothing more to say--