TellMeAStoryGuy
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Looking for a female to write the role below. PM me for details.
Fred Taylor only briefly saw what he hit...
The snow storm -- which hadn't been due to even begin for another three hours -- had been obscuring his view for well over six. His only warning of an imminent collision had been a flash of Come-and-get-me-red directly in the middle of his lane and wham!
Ironically, the truck barely even lurched, pushing the object in front of it away into the unseen road claimed by the storm. Fred tried to maintain control of the truck ... but a few seconds later he struck something again -- a poorly maintained guard rail, it would turn out later -- and suddenly the truck's orientation was changing ... front end down ... as the big W-700 nose dived into the ravine below...
He wasn't sure how long he'd been laying forward against the seat belt, but he knew he was freezing. The truck's safety glass windshields were smashed into the cab, and the snow was quickly covering every surface. He fought the seat belt to get loose, crawling out of the seat to assess his situation. The truck was fairly level, leaning still a little to the front and left but otherwise no worse than how he left it parked on highway shoulders during deliveries at times.
Then he saw the Come-And-Get-Me-Red again, just a few yards outside the truck's driver side. He struggled to see it through the driving snow, but realized it was a car, that he'd hit it up there on the road ... and that in all likelihood, someone was in it!
Fred knew the dangers of going outside. The cold, the snow, the wind; the floor of the ravine could be difficult to walk on, even dangerous to traverse. He might get to the car and find it had been abandoned, the occupant saved hours earlier by some do-gooder with a big 4x4 truck. But he had to try.
It was a struggle, but he made it. And, despite the chills running through him, Fred laughed with relief when he looked inside and found -- seemingly unharmed and still curled up in a sleeping bag in the back seat -- a young woman staring out at him in utter confusion.
If you are interested in this role, this is what I'm picturing:
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Fred Taylor only briefly saw what he hit...
The snow storm -- which hadn't been due to even begin for another three hours -- had been obscuring his view for well over six. His only warning of an imminent collision had been a flash of Come-and-get-me-red directly in the middle of his lane and wham!
Ironically, the truck barely even lurched, pushing the object in front of it away into the unseen road claimed by the storm. Fred tried to maintain control of the truck ... but a few seconds later he struck something again -- a poorly maintained guard rail, it would turn out later -- and suddenly the truck's orientation was changing ... front end down ... as the big W-700 nose dived into the ravine below...
He wasn't sure how long he'd been laying forward against the seat belt, but he knew he was freezing. The truck's safety glass windshields were smashed into the cab, and the snow was quickly covering every surface. He fought the seat belt to get loose, crawling out of the seat to assess his situation. The truck was fairly level, leaning still a little to the front and left but otherwise no worse than how he left it parked on highway shoulders during deliveries at times.
Then he saw the Come-And-Get-Me-Red again, just a few yards outside the truck's driver side. He struggled to see it through the driving snow, but realized it was a car, that he'd hit it up there on the road ... and that in all likelihood, someone was in it!
Fred knew the dangers of going outside. The cold, the snow, the wind; the floor of the ravine could be difficult to walk on, even dangerous to traverse. He might get to the car and find it had been abandoned, the occupant saved hours earlier by some do-gooder with a big 4x4 truck. But he had to try.
It was a struggle, but he made it. And, despite the chills running through him, Fred laughed with relief when he looked inside and found -- seemingly unharmed and still curled up in a sleeping bag in the back seat -- a young woman staring out at him in utter confusion.
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If you are interested in this role, this is what I'm picturing:
- She was stuck in the snow and, awaiting rescue, curled up in the back seat to stay warm.
- She may or may not have seen the truck; she might have been sleeping.
- They will reach his truck and remain their awaiting what they expect to be a speeding rescue when he is declared overdue.
- Unfortunately, he was was unknowingly miles off route. Rescue is three days away.
- Fred takes it upon himself to begin opening packages, looking for anything that they can use to stay warm, fed, and comfortable. (It's a week before Christmas, so the truck is loaded with the regular commercial deliveries and dozens of Christmas gifts from mail order companies and loving families.
- They will get to know one another ... and then get to know one another.
- This RP will, at times, include some very short posts: 2 or 3 lines at times, particularly during discussions or intimate/sexual moments. I feel it gives the other writer more opportunity to react to what the first writer did/said if the posts are incredibly long.
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