Post by moodybleu on Feb 1, 2007 0:55:06 GMT -5
I just wanted to type this up sort of as a test. This scenario just came to me after I read some of the stories in this section. So...I'll give this a try.
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Part 1
She stared at the canvas on her scuffed wooden floor and didn't know what to make of her latest project. The crimson colored canvas worked well with the black and white splatter; but in her mind, it was missing something else. Before she could grab a tube of paint, her cellphone rang loudly to the tune of a random Talking Heads song. She rolled her eyes, picked it up from the floor and glanced at the phone number. Thinking that it was one of her friends from work (who always changed her phone number), she pressed the send button anyway.
"Hello?"
"Izabel?"
She paused for a few moments and didn't know what to make of this person's voice.
"Boyd, if you're trying to bug me again I swear to..."
"It's not Boyd. It's Jonathan."
"Jonathan...?"
"Crane."
She slowly sat up from the floor and felt her heart pound heavily when she heard his voice. It had been almost a year since she had heard from him, let alone see him face to face.
"Izabel? Are you still there?"
Izabel cleared her throat and replied, "Yeah. Yes, I'm here. I'm sorry...I didn't recognize your voice for a second."
"It's fine. I didn't expect you to. How...how have you been?"
"So-so. And you?"
She heard him sigh with some nervousness and replied, "Terrible."
"Why? What's up?"
"I need to see you."
Izabel smirked and said, "You lose contact with me for almost twelve months and now you want to see my face. You're a strange man, Jonathan Crane."
"I'm not joking around this time. I...where are you right now?"
"Um...finishing a project at home. Should I dare ask as to where you might be at this time of night?"
"Outside of your building."
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Izabel raised her eyes and said, "That's not funny."
"For the second time, I'm not joking around. I'm right outside near the front doors..."
"So why don't you go inside the lobby? There are a ton of crazy people out there at this time of night..."
"I don't want anyone to see me and get suspicious."
She rubbed her eyes and said, "I don't know where you're going with this, Jonathan, but..."
"Izabel, please. I'm in trouble and you're the only person who understands me not just for who I am and what I do..."
"Well, I know who you are. And we never covered the 'what' issue when we were together."
After a moment of silence, she sighed and said, "I'll be down in a minute. Don't move."
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As she walked out of the elevator to the lobby, she passed the desk and spotted Lou, the middle aged security guard and doorman.
"There's a man out there, Miss Taric," he said, picking up the phone, "I'm calling the cops so I wouldn't..."
"The man is for me," Izabel replied quickly, "He's...uh...an old friend."
He looked at her suspiciously, then hung up the phone in some disgust.
"Looks like your team lost again," she said as she opened the front door, causing him to turn to the small television and curse loudly at the screen.
Izabel slipped outside and shivered slightly as a cool wind blew around her. She heard sirens from a distance but shrugged it off since she heard them almost every single night. That's when she saw him, standing nervously under the flickering lights of the building.
"Jonathan?"
He slowly turned his head and stared at her in silence. Nothing really changed with him as far as looks were concerned. The glasses were gone, and his clothes were torn.
"Hello, Izabel," he said as she walked over to him, "It's been a while."
She looked at him and finally saw his pale complexion along with glassy blue eyes.
"Wow. You look awful," Izabel said.
"I told you that I wasn't kidding."
She was about to touch his face, but quickly placed her hand back into the pocket of her hooded sweater.
"C'mon inside. You'll feel better once the warmth sets in," Izabel said, lightly touching his hand.
He stared at her for a few moments and followed her inside, hoping that he would be able to find some solace from an old friend.
(To be continued...)
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Part 1
She stared at the canvas on her scuffed wooden floor and didn't know what to make of her latest project. The crimson colored canvas worked well with the black and white splatter; but in her mind, it was missing something else. Before she could grab a tube of paint, her cellphone rang loudly to the tune of a random Talking Heads song. She rolled her eyes, picked it up from the floor and glanced at the phone number. Thinking that it was one of her friends from work (who always changed her phone number), she pressed the send button anyway.
"Hello?"
"Izabel?"
She paused for a few moments and didn't know what to make of this person's voice.
"Boyd, if you're trying to bug me again I swear to..."
"It's not Boyd. It's Jonathan."
"Jonathan...?"
"Crane."
She slowly sat up from the floor and felt her heart pound heavily when she heard his voice. It had been almost a year since she had heard from him, let alone see him face to face.
"Izabel? Are you still there?"
Izabel cleared her throat and replied, "Yeah. Yes, I'm here. I'm sorry...I didn't recognize your voice for a second."
"It's fine. I didn't expect you to. How...how have you been?"
"So-so. And you?"
She heard him sigh with some nervousness and replied, "Terrible."
"Why? What's up?"
"I need to see you."
Izabel smirked and said, "You lose contact with me for almost twelve months and now you want to see my face. You're a strange man, Jonathan Crane."
"I'm not joking around this time. I...where are you right now?"
"Um...finishing a project at home. Should I dare ask as to where you might be at this time of night?"
"Outside of your building."
-----
Izabel raised her eyes and said, "That's not funny."
"For the second time, I'm not joking around. I'm right outside near the front doors..."
"So why don't you go inside the lobby? There are a ton of crazy people out there at this time of night..."
"I don't want anyone to see me and get suspicious."
She rubbed her eyes and said, "I don't know where you're going with this, Jonathan, but..."
"Izabel, please. I'm in trouble and you're the only person who understands me not just for who I am and what I do..."
"Well, I know who you are. And we never covered the 'what' issue when we were together."
After a moment of silence, she sighed and said, "I'll be down in a minute. Don't move."
----
As she walked out of the elevator to the lobby, she passed the desk and spotted Lou, the middle aged security guard and doorman.
"There's a man out there, Miss Taric," he said, picking up the phone, "I'm calling the cops so I wouldn't..."
"The man is for me," Izabel replied quickly, "He's...uh...an old friend."
He looked at her suspiciously, then hung up the phone in some disgust.
"Looks like your team lost again," she said as she opened the front door, causing him to turn to the small television and curse loudly at the screen.
Izabel slipped outside and shivered slightly as a cool wind blew around her. She heard sirens from a distance but shrugged it off since she heard them almost every single night. That's when she saw him, standing nervously under the flickering lights of the building.
"Jonathan?"
He slowly turned his head and stared at her in silence. Nothing really changed with him as far as looks were concerned. The glasses were gone, and his clothes were torn.
"Hello, Izabel," he said as she walked over to him, "It's been a while."
She looked at him and finally saw his pale complexion along with glassy blue eyes.
"Wow. You look awful," Izabel said.
"I told you that I wasn't kidding."
She was about to touch his face, but quickly placed her hand back into the pocket of her hooded sweater.
"C'mon inside. You'll feel better once the warmth sets in," Izabel said, lightly touching his hand.
He stared at her for a few moments and followed her inside, hoping that he would be able to find some solace from an old friend.
(To be continued...)