Post by Grymmlock on Jan 11, 2012 13:59:27 GMT -8
Expanded my RP sample into a little fic vignette. It may read a little strange. I wrote it as if it were Gabriel narrating his own life... because he probably would. So, it should read just a little sarcastic. And the long conversation is between several different people, which is why I didn't specify who said what.
~*~
Gabriel hurried through the howling wind, pulling the collar of his army green jacket up in an attempt to protect his face. He slipped in through the door of the bar. Nothing to see here folks, just another weary traveler coming in for protection from the weather; just a normal guy.. a smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth as he found a seat at the bar.
"Think you could turn that up?" he gestured towards the television, "Heard something big happened on the bridge."
As hard as he tried, he couldn't stop the full-blown grin that spread across his features as the waitress complied with his request. The news channel hummed to life and the din of bar subsided as all attention was drawn to the frightfully tragic news. A shiny black Bentley, identified by the frantic reporter as belonging to the Mayor, was shown flying off the side of the bridge. Soon, the bar was filled with anxious chatter, causing the bar’s decibel level to increase exponentially.
“Well, isn’t that ironic.”
“What do you mean?”
“Didn’t you hear the news last week?”
“Mayor said the bridge was fine, didn’t need any guards against strong winds.”
“Ironic? More like just desserts if you ask me. I mean, what are the chances of the Mayor himself being thrown off the bridge by a strong wind?”
“Well, then what could it be? Do you think God’s hand is at work here?”
“Why would he do something like that? He’s a loving God not a vengeful one?”
“Well, I don’t know, I was just-“
He slipped back outside, the wind completely gone. And, as much as he’d love stay around and admire his handiwork, those troublesome brothers would catch wind sooner or later. If they found him now, his plans would be ruined.. and he really hated when people ruined his plans.
~*~
Gabriel hurried through the howling wind, pulling the collar of his army green jacket up in an attempt to protect his face. He slipped in through the door of the bar. Nothing to see here folks, just another weary traveler coming in for protection from the weather; just a normal guy.. a smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth as he found a seat at the bar.
"Think you could turn that up?" he gestured towards the television, "Heard something big happened on the bridge."
As hard as he tried, he couldn't stop the full-blown grin that spread across his features as the waitress complied with his request. The news channel hummed to life and the din of bar subsided as all attention was drawn to the frightfully tragic news. A shiny black Bentley, identified by the frantic reporter as belonging to the Mayor, was shown flying off the side of the bridge. Soon, the bar was filled with anxious chatter, causing the bar’s decibel level to increase exponentially.
“Well, isn’t that ironic.”
“What do you mean?”
“Didn’t you hear the news last week?”
“Mayor said the bridge was fine, didn’t need any guards against strong winds.”
“Ironic? More like just desserts if you ask me. I mean, what are the chances of the Mayor himself being thrown off the bridge by a strong wind?”
“Well, then what could it be? Do you think God’s hand is at work here?”
“Why would he do something like that? He’s a loving God not a vengeful one?”
“Well, I don’t know, I was just-“
He slipped back outside, the wind completely gone. And, as much as he’d love stay around and admire his handiwork, those troublesome brothers would catch wind sooner or later. If they found him now, his plans would be ruined.. and he really hated when people ruined his plans.
