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RPC Name: Danielle
RPC Age: 27
RPC Personality: Seclusive, quiet, but violent and will use force if need be. She trusts much too easily, and gets angry when she is betrayed.
Plot: You can use the starter however you want. I don't have a specific plot for Danielle.
The darkness is something that many indulge in. It is comforting, quiet, and comes upon you gently. Unlike light-- blinding, sudden, and too warm-- it is like a blanket, perfect for the cold, lonely nights. For in darkness, you don't have to see the spot on the other side of the bed, perfectly made, without his hair spilling onto the pillows beside you. You don't have to worry about hearing the stretching awkward silence, for all is still, and not even a sigh or snore is there to prove someone else's presence.
The darkness is something that Danielle had recently embraced. The night before, to be exact. Her fiance, Mark, had come in drunk, kissing another woman, and thrusting himself upon her. Danielle had come home early from work, planning to spend an evening with her one and only love. Imagine the surprise she had when she saw the face of the woman pulling away from Mark's-- her sister, Michelle.
In a rampage, Danielle got up, pounding to the couple, and punched her sister in the jaw with all of her might. A gasp escaped Mark's lips as Michelle went crashing down to the ground. Danielle pushed Mark out of the house, grabbing his keys in the process. Locking the door and flipping the deadbolt shut, she let out a scream of agony. The first man that she had ever taken the tome to care about was cheating on her- and with her sister, to a** on to the pain of it.
Heading for her room, Danielle shut the curtains on every window, emerging her house into total darkness. Once she was under the covers, she did not return to the surface until late afternoon the next day, when the doorbell began ringing frantically.
With a grumpy grumble, she got out of bed, walking toward the door. As she opened it, she winced from the sunlight outside, blinded by it, causing her unable to see who it was. "Er... Hello," she greeted the momentarily faceless person.
 i b i r t h d a y s e x · Sat Jun 06, 2009 @ 05:15pm · 0 Comments |
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