Snow storm!

[creepy_ghost]

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. As for what will happen with the two character, once whoever takes on the part is aboard, I'll let ya know via e-mail...)

 

[Guest]

OOC: Margaret Anne

20 y/o college student on Christmas Vacation. 5' 3, slightly petite frame, 34B chest. Golden brown, straight hair & sienna brown, almond shaped eyes. "Full" bush with the exception of bikini-line and lips bare.

IC:
"W...wh...where am I?" Margaret Anne barely stammered. "Who are you?" She tried to sit up, but felt a stabbing pain along the back of her head. Quickly her hand went to the spot. It felt like one of the many throbbing migraines she got during her final examinations, only those were over. She was supposed to be on vacation with Samantha and Jodi. Where were they? she wondered.

"I'm Bryan," the man said to her, "and you are in my cabin." He went on to explain to her how he found her, alone, out near the woods. Had she and her friends been skiing or hiking? he had wondered. He never found any skies by her side in the snow. "Do you remember what you had been doing?" he added.

Margaret Anne took the time to think for a minute. Her head continued to throb, though she had been laying back against the pillow now. She remembered her and her friends checking into the large cabin-like resort early the previous morning. She remembered them checking out their rooms with a child-like excitement. And she remembered them talking about a night hike by flashlight like they had during many church group campouts in the past.

It had sounded exciting to them all! None of them had gone on a night hike since that last camp out their senior year in high school. It had seemed so long ago, though it had only been 3 years into the past. So, eagerly, the three girls set out...

Margaret Anne thought some more. Try as she might, though, she couldn't remember why or how she ended out along the bed of snow, why her head hurt, or where her friends had gone. "Sammi, Jodi..." she began, "where are they?"

Her question was almost demanding. Bryan was, in fact, surprised by the idea that she had been out there with friends. She had surely been alone once he found her. He didn't know what to tell her.


(OOC: I hope that was a good enough entry?)

 

[creepy_ghost]

"I didn't see anybody else out there, just you. I'd go out there right now and look, but the weather won't allow that. Not for at least the next two days or so." I explained to her... she didn't seem to like that at all.

"TWO DAYS?! I have to go back, I have to find my friends."

I understood where she was coming from, but she clearly wouldn't be going anywhere. "...besides, you're most likely still in some pain. So just rest for now." I got up and got porued her a cup of tea, bringing it to her.

She noticed my notes, and asked me about them.

"I'm a writer... here." I said, handing her the cup of tea.

 

[funny_guy]

OOC: What about a parallel storyline here, where a park ranger or someone (me) finds one or both of the other girls, and then maybe we'll all meet up in a few days...?? What do you think?
Could be interesting...

 

[creepy_ghost]

I guess so...

(OOC: If you can get someone to play the girl(s), then I suppose you can go ahead and do that... just give us some time alone first though.)

 

[funny_guy]

Definatly--this is your thread. I gotta go to sleep now, but will think on it and reply later.

 

[Guest]

Margaret Anne...

Angry, Margaret Anne tried to sit up again. As before, she felt a dull throb along the back of her head. Quickly her hand covered the back of her head. She steeled herself to sit this time, though. She didn't like it, but the stranger was right. She was far too ingured to leave at the moment. She graciously took the hot tea offered to her. She felt so cold that anything hot was inviting.

Then she looked down. "Where are my close?" she asked, looking back up at the man. "What did you do to me?! And...who are you?!" She glared at the man as she waited for his answer this time.

 

[creepy_ghost]

"Like I said, my name is Bryan Heller. I'm here for the week, to spend some time away from my family. As for your clothes," I said as I pointed to where they were hanging, by the fireplace, "I had to remove them, I'm sorry, but they were soaked. My only intention was keeping you alive."

I was being totally honest with her, but I didn't think she liked me at all. I didn't think too well of her now either, as she was giving me a bit of an attitude. I DID just save her life, damn it...

 

[Guest]

Margaret Anne...

OOC: Oops! Forgive my absent mind! I forgot that I answered the "Who are you?" question in my own dialog. I was scanning your replies and hadn't seen it, so I figured you hadn't mentioned it yet. My bad!!


IC:
Margaret softened around the edges slightly. She realize that she was, in fact, wearing some clothes. They were even fresh, dry clothes. Had he been the kind of man she had feared, then she surely would have woken naked and sore. Well, more sore than that dull throb along the back of her head anyway!

With that thought aside, she trusted him more. He could see it in her eyes as he read her face with curiosity. He sat along the edge of the chair that stood next to the couch. His look was soft, caring even.

"Well, if you say we are stuck," she began, "the who am I to say different?" She paused for a moment, the added, "I just wish I could remember what happened. I am sorry for my rude behavior."

 

[creepy_ghost]

"it's all right, I can understand that you're in a bit of a shock after what happened to you." At least she apologized, I thought to myself, as I went over and looked at her clothes.

I went over and get her empty cup, bringing it back to the kitchen sink. Returning into the living room, I sat opposite Margaret again. "These seem to be pretty dry, if you want to get back into them. It's up to you."