Crying Girl in the Window (open for one woman)

[Markanthh]

Crying Girl in the Window (closed)

Mark
Age: 20
Appearance: Stuble beard, short brown hair, 190lbs, 5'11", Blue/Green eyes, Lebanese

Just another day in the life of Mark, age 20. Everyday, he'd walk out to get the mail and look across the street. She wasn't there today. A few months back, Mark had seen a girl, probably in her early twenties, crying. There were simple and sad tears, with a frown that would make anyone depressed. He'd seen her a few times by now, and she looked about the same every time.

"It's been two weeks since I've seen her. I hope she's okay," he muttered to himself as he dropped his head in mild sadness. She was drop dead gorgeous and a vision of his dream girl. Was she a dream? That thought crossed his mind too often.

Today, everything would change. After getting back inside, he picked up pen and paper and started writing:

" Hey there, my name's Mark. I live right across the street. A few times now, I've seen you crying in the window while I picked up my mail. You looked pretty sad, and I was wondering if there was anything I could do? I'm just trying to be helpful, don't want to butt into your life. Let me know if there's anything that I can do to make sure when I check my mail, I see a beautiful girl smiling and happy.

-Your neighbor, Mark"

Yeesh, I hope I don't sound like a creeper, he thought as hewalked across the street. It was titled "To the Crying Woman..." and as he went to set the letter in the mail box, the door started to open...

(Note: new to srp's, so please be forgiving. I'd like someone who can take this story and add in her own genuine input. I want this to be a back and forth, not a fill in the blank!)

 

[lmcms]

Name: Gabi
Age: 20
Appearance: 5'6 long straight Blue black hair, blue eyes, tan skin, Part native american part English, thin with moderat curves.

Gabi was on crutches as she made her way to her front door. Her face was nasty covered in yellow and green healing bruises as was most of her body while her leg was in a cast. The bruises would be gone in a few more day but the cast would be on her leg for another four weeks. She had been in the hospital for the last two weeks. Jared had went into a rage and beat her to within an inch of death.

She had filed charges this time and he was now sitting in a jail cell for attempted murder charges. She was proud of herself for finally having the courage to turn him in. She had realized that he was going to eventually kill her.

Gabi paused to pull her mail from the box without looking and wobbled her way into the front door. She gingerly lowered herself to the couch and began flipping through the mail. She paused when she saw one that was adressed to The Crying Woman. She was even more glad Jared was locked up as she opened it and read the short letter inside. She didn't know what to say or think at first and left the letter out as she settled back into the house.

A few hours later she picked up the letter and read it again. This time she pulled out a pen a paper and thought of a response to write. She decided to make it short and to the point.

Dear Mark,
Thanks for caring.
-The crying woman

She tore off the small section of paper and put it in an envelope. Making sure there was no one around she went to the house hobbling along on the crutches and set the note on the door step of the neighbor she had seen getting his male a few times while she had sat in the window crying after Jared had beat her either physically or verbally. She quickly made her way back into her own house. She sat in the chair infront of the window, one of her favorite spots and left the house in darkness as she watched the house across the way knowing it would be hard if not impossible to see her.

 

[Markanthh]

Mark was extra nervous today because he actually delivered the letter. Now he hopes for a response an it was time to check the mail. He wasn't even looking for love he thought I himself, or was he?*

He had a girlfriend about three years past. It ended because she moved out of state, and she wasn't worth it. She made him do everything, believed she did all the work and didn't take any initiative. But he didn't mind the last but that much. Sometimes, he liked to be her man, her support, her rock. But she never appreciated.*

His dream girl, he hoped would be better. Walking out in only basketball shorts, he anxiously goes to check his mail. He didn't want to look. He didn't want to come off desperate if she did read his note. Shuffling through the mail, there was no letter. He gazes on the dark windows, the blinds shut. Guess she's not there, he thought and frowned. Walking back, however he determined to go up to the house and physically check on her.*

But was she even there? Is she home anymore? Did he move? He never saw trucks...*

As he gets back to the door, he finds a letter under the mat. It was for him an he hastily opens up. It was a simple letter. He quickly turns and smiles. A response. That's... Something and he was grateful. He showers, gets dressed in casual attire( jeans, t shirt, and flip flops ), and walks over. Maybe I'll find her and introduce myself properly, He thought excitedly.*

ding dong...

 

[lmcms]

Gabi watched him through the slits in the blinds and saw that he got her letter. When he came back out dressed nicer and looking fresh from a shower she thought he looked very nice. Her heart skipped a beat when he walked toward her house. She held her breath and then heard the doorbell chime. She did not want to see while she was still covered in bruises. She did want to meet him just not with her looking like a punching bag.

Gabi hobbled over to the door and leaned her back against it. "Yes?" She said where she knew she would be heard. She didn't know if this would work but she was willing to talk to him through the door. She didn't want someone who had worried about her and seemed friendly to see her shame.

 

[Markanthh]

She answered! It was great. My heart skipped a beat, and I froze for a second.

"oh! Uh... This is Mark from across! I'm the one who wrote that letter. I'm really hoping I didn't come off weird..." he said stumbling through his words. He didn't think he would have gotten a response even.
" Are you um... The girl in the window? Blah, that sounded like I was regardin you as a fantasy dream girl. Oh, and I didn't mean to say you aren't! Ahhhhh! Okay, I'm gunna let you say something... Sorry, " he said thinking he made a fool of himself. He genuinely did think she was dreamy, but didn't want to come off as a pervert. Doesn't mean he isn't; he's a pervert but hasn't known enough to be a crazy or one who acts on it. At this point, he just wanted a response.

 

[lmcms]

She gave a small laugh at his words and feeling better for it.

"Hello Mark. Yes it's me. I would really like to talk to you but ummmm ......... well I ummmm."

She was trying to think of a way to get him to stay and talk with out her having to open the door and admit the truth. Finally insperation struck her.

"I'm really shy you see. Umm about talking face to face with some one. HOw about ummm ....... There should be a chair at the edge of the porch what if you pull it by the door and a pull a chair to my side of the door?"

She knew it sounded weird more weird even than his leaving her a note but she hoped she didn't sound crazy she could really use a friend now and she wasn't ready to show her shame and her green and yellow bruises to anyone yet.

 

[Markanthh]

Mark was a little confused. Was it his appearance? Was it hers? Did he get her at a bad time?

"um, yeah sure. Is everything okay? Are you just not dressed? Is it a bad time? I don't mind coming back later!" he continued to ramble. It was obvious how nervous he was but his letter was quirky. He let her have this request.

" we'll I guess it is a comfy chair!" he laughed as he say down. He wanted this conversation to happen. He needed it to happen.

"so... Is uh, everything okay? Are you hurt at all? I'd like to help" he reassured with absolute sincerity. He Was already Fallon for her and he barely even met her...

 

[lmcms]

"Just a sec." She told him knowing it would take her longer to get a chair. Right about now she was wishing for wheel chair rather than crutches. She finally managed to get a dinning room chair by the door and sat down with a heavy sigh and panting for breath.

"Okay ..... back sorry ....... about that. I had ........ get a chair from the dining room." She laid her head back against the door.

"I really do want to thank you for caring. As for your question I'll be fine I ummm ............ just broke my leg." She said and leaving it at that.

 

[Markanthh]

"Oh, is that so?" Well just let me know when you need help. I can only guess that you're using crutches and probably couch-stuck? Maybe one day you can tell me the story. Wait! How did you pull up a chair?" Mark was becoming more friendly and comfortable. He was still being very cautious - he didn't want to hit a soft spot or come off as a jerk.

"Anything you want to talk about? You don't seem to have many visitors"

 

[lmcms]

She gave a small laugh. "I think Mark that you are my first ever visitor. Yes I am on crutches and I used the chair as a crutch it's why it took me so long to get to the back to the door."

She closed her eyes and imagined him in here with her instead of on the other side of the door. "I'm not real sure what I can and can't manage at the moment but moving around is a bit of a pain."

She really didn't want to talk about her she wanted to talk more about him. "What about you Mark what are you like? Do you have a lot of friends? What do you do for a living?" She asked hoping to get him talking so she could listen to his voice it had a rather soothing effect on her.

 

[Markanthh]

As she responded, he felt bad. He'd never been in crutches or broken a bone. He hadn't ever had to endure that pain. He wanted to be able to be with her outside, in the open air, and gazing on the mountain that they resided at the feet of.

"Oh me? Well, where to start... I guess I have tons of friends. Maybe too many... It was actually overwhelming for a while but I've started to manage them well. I just... hate making enemies with people I don't have to. But if I don't know some guy and he's picking on someone I care for, your name might as be etched in stone as a bad guy in my books."

"And work... well it's retail. I sell mobile phones to people who complain too much and I get paid too little for my efforts. But I live comfortably, and have income! So I'll stop complaining! Did you work at all before this?" He asked? He didn't quite want to talk about himself, but I guess he liked to. He liked to have someone who listened to him. He dreamed of having a woman to come home to and soothe him from his rustle and bustle days.

 

[lmcms]

She smiled to herself her work was the one thing she loved. "Would you believe I work from home? I costum make blankets and ship them out or people can order from my instock list on my website." She told him in a light voice.Her job was the one thing in her life she loved at the moment.

 

[Markanthh]

"Costume make blankets? Like are we talking blankets becoming ghosts, or blankets that are super cool?" as he laughed. He thought he was kinda funny, but didn't quite know if others thought he was.

 

[lmcms]

She sat confused for a moment and realised the pain meds were kicking in. "Sorry my meds are kicking in Mark custom blankets. Like the things you put on your bed. Mostly with native american designs but sometimes I do quilts too." She told him closing her eyes.

 

[Markanthh]

"it's as if the rain cleared up and I can see cleerly now!" as he breaks into semi-song. He does that sometimes just to get a little laugh out of himself and those around.

"okay in all seriousness now, that's really great. Sounds like you like what you do! You can make a decent living that way? Are you Native American yourself? I couldn't ever really tell... just saw... beauty behind those blinds."

 

[lmcms]

She blushed and was glad he couldn't see it. "I do love what I do it's very relaxing and yes I amhalf native american half english." She told him. She readjusted herself so her leg would be more comfortable. "SO do you have girl friend or anything?" She asked the first question that came to her mind to keep him talking.

 

[Markanthh]

That question was one with either hidden meaning, or flat out honest entertainment he thought. Stop thinking too much! He told himself. |
"Who me... nah. Woman dont all too take fondly of me, unfortunately..." he muttered with a sigh. It wasn't a subject he was fond of. He believed he wasn't found attractive by most. But what was wrong? His personality? What? It irked him alot... "I'd... rather not talk about that just yet..."
'Wait, a sec... I can't just look like a downer infront of her' as his mind raced for something new.
"BUT! I am looking. Never give up hope! That my dear, is the key!" as he attempted to sound intellectual, and let out a "heh"

 

[lmcms]

She gave a small laugh hearing how self consious he was and she felt better for it. "You know Mark from across the street who sells cell phones and has no girl friend I think I like you." She told him putting her hand on the door. " I love talking to you but I think the pain meds are about to put me to sleep. Thank you for caring and thank you for talking to me."

 

[Markanthh]

And with maybe the largest grin he'd had in months, he stood up. "Well, yeah. They tend to do that. I'll let you go... but one last question?" He had completely forgotten. He didn't even know this woman's name. She was sweet and mysterious. She was odd. He liked just having someone to talk to... but who was she?

"What's your name?"

 

[lmcms]

Gabi smiled to herself at his words as she went to rise and try to move the chair. "Maybe I'll tell if you come to check on me again." She told him taking hold of the chair to begin making her way back into the kitchen with it.

 

[Markanthh]

Mark started to move the chair back and concoct an idea.

"On one condition... you let me come back tomorrow okay?" He knew he was in no position to make a demand, but he just wanted to talk to her again. Maybe see her. Hopefully, even just get a glimpse of her.

"Same time tomorrow?"

 

[lmcms]

She paused on her way to the kitchen at his words and thought over his request. She didn't see the harm in it they could do the same thing again. She didn't have to let him in to enjoy his company.

"Sure Mark sounds good. " She paused for a moment. "Thanks for the compay and for caring."

She went about making her way back to the kitchen so she could crash on the couch.

 

[Markanthh]

Mark had left without making another sound. His mind was in all sorts of places. Sure enough though, Mark got his mail around the same time as last and walked up to the closed shutters and tried to see through it this time. Was he being a little bit overly pervy this time? Was this too invasive? He stopped himself, and rung the doorbell, already having pulled the chair up to the door incase this was her plan for today again.

Without letting her answer him, he spoke loudly to the door. "Um... I can help you move the chair if you want. I mean, I know it kinda defeats the purpose, but let me help you! I don't mind... I promise I won't mind no matter what the reason is that you don't want me to see you!"