Always bored...

[slitwristless]

Ana sighed and stared out the wet window. God, she hated the weather these days. Rain, thunderstorms, that was pretty much it. Not to mention the boredom it brought her- she wasn't even suprised if died from boredom.

On television most of the channels had hurricane warnings all over the screen, most of which she gladly ignored, and the dull rambling on about a stupid concert that was going on that she wasn't allowed to attend. All of the events happening at school had to be cancelled due to the weather and the school being flooded. But yet people acted as though nothing was the matter, at least that was how she saw it.

Ana was quite attractive for her age, she was turning eighteen in a few weeks. She had long blonde hair with black underneath that went just below her shoulders, she usually wore it in a half-ponytail though. Her eyes were a slight aqua color that was usually outlined with eyeliner.(Yes, she was an eyeliner whore) Her skin was a cream color that suited her athletic body well. She usually wore what any other teenager wore, tank tops,mini skirts; tight stuff. She never wore heels though, it just added to her height of 5'8".

Her fingers traced the window edges as she stared out. She was home alone, again. Her parents were out at some meeting and she had no idea where any of her siblings were. Nor did she know anything about where her slut friends were not to mention her boyfriend- today, that was what she hated.

 

[Lucifers Tongue]

Rowan slammed the door of his car and pulled his jacket over his head, trying his best to keep the rain off. He knew that trying to make it to his girlfriend's house in the down pour was stupid, especially in a beat up junker like his. Sure enough, half way there the car broke down, and now he was stuck, miles from his own house, miles from his girlfriend's house and caught in a torrential rain.

His guitar and amp were in the back seat so he took the time to lock the door of the car before sprinting across the street to find some haven from the rain. It was a residential neighborhood so there weren't any stores he could take refuge in. Instead, he settled for the first house he saw with a covered porch. He was tall, more than 6'3" and his long legs covered the distance quickly, his boots splashing through the water heavy street. Bounding up the steps and coming to a stop once he was safely beneath the cover offered by the large porch, he turned to look out at the sky.

The clouds gave no indication that the rain would let up anytime soon, Rowan thought as he shook water from his black and blue hair and his jacket, which had done little to keep him from getting drenched. What now? he thought. He turned to look at the house, wondering if there was anyone inside who might be able to help.

 

[loveroleplay]

The rain was pouring down. Jack hadn't seen such a flood as long as he could remember. It wasn't just that it was raining, but the lights came and went. He couldn't work at home on his laptop, all he could do was wait. Jack went to the kitchen and looked out the window. His dog, a bernese mountaindog called Cesar, was lying in his little house, looking a little bit afraid.

Jack then sat down at the kitchen table, just to think. His wife, Marie, had left him, house and the dog for a better life. He didn't know what he had done wrong. He didn't even get to say goodbye, Marie had written a letter and left it in the livingroom. What was it? They always joked and laughed, and were ment to be. Maybe the sex wasn't the best, it was kind of a routine thing and never spontanius. Jack had made his conclution, he was lousy in bed.

Then suddenly he heard somebody knocking on the frontdoor. Jack couldn't believe what he was hearing, why would a person be outside in this weather? He thought his mind was playing him a trick, so he sat down and read yesterdays newspaper. But the knocking intensified, so Jack opened the door. There stood a tall, young lad and he was completely soaked.
- hi, my name is Rowan. My car broke down and I kind of need some help. You see, I'm going to my girlfriend and this was the nearest house. Do you think you can give me a lift?

Jack had no problem with that. Although he was 35 he had been young too. He knew how much a young lads lovelife meant to him. They went through a door and into the garage. Jack had a brand new Hummer, not that he needed one, but he always wanted one. And they could cope with bad weather. The ride didn't take long. In fact under half an hour, so Rowan was kind of glad it went so fast. Rowan looked at jack: - Say mr. you don't want to come inside for a minute. I'm sure Ana wouldn't mind and I have to repay you. You can't believe how thankfull I am.

 

[slitwristless]

Another bored sigh left her mouth as she got up from the window ledge. Since the power was still on she might as well do something, maybe actually watch the weather so she could know how long exactly this weather was going to hold out.

She slipped on a sweater that was a bit oversized so it went off one of her shoulders and headed out into the darkened hallway. Oh how they needed someone to come and fix the lights in there, actually, she could barely see anything! Once she reached the staircase she did her usual routine and slid down the banister, god she loved doing that.

Ana went over to the front door and looked out, still bored out of her mind she really hoped that someone was here. But, actually she was more alone than she had been five minutes ago- the road was filled with cars that were seemingly empty.

She turned and went into the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and hoped up on one of the bar stools- deciding what she was going to do after.

 

[elrod]

Elrod was new in town - he had been posted as reporter to the local tv station. It was a wet day - not much chance of news - he wonderd what to do to raise some raction in what seemd a small quiet town.
He was not a kid any more - a mature guy, been arround a bit- traveeled, had a few relationships - but enjoyed doing his own thing adn a firm believer in make things happen and tehy usually will. He had dark hair, grey flcks, tall, slight tan and the trace of a smile adn twinle in teh eye.

It was time for the weather forcast - he had an idea.

He looked to camera, smiled and introduced himslef - said he hoped to bring a bit of light and laughter to the town and was interested in any news . As it was quiet - he offered a suggestion - simply to call him direct - and he would invite a person in to make a prgramme with him of their fantasy. Thye could script it, work on it- and if it seemd to fot - they try to broadcast - in any case - it would make a fun afternoon. He gave his number on air and sat back to see if anyone rang.