TheShammySocialist Posted September 30, 2011 Report Share Posted September 30, 2011 (edited) [b][OOC: When I was in the first nation I ran, the Greater Timuridian Empire, I began writing an RP called [url=http://forums.cybernations.net/index.php?showtopic=100145&st=0&p=2672295&fromsearch=1&#entry2672295]"Just Friends"[/url], which I unfortunately never finished. Due to recent events and the possibility that I might use a character or two involved, I decided to resurrect it. Instead of gravedigging an old thread, I'm going to restart the thread as a new one. So here begins the final conclusion to "Just Friends"...][/b] [b]Fourteen Years Ago Kemble Street, London[/b] Ishmael Dawkins looked at the ceiling of his loft apartment, a cozy four-room affair that sat above Kemble Street near the university. His thoughts had been racing since noon, since having ten minutes of coffee, and ten minutes of time to speak with a young woman that he had taken to. His mind had wandered very much since that coffee date, his one afternoon lecture had basically been one slow dream, he didn't remember any of it. It was all a slow blur, his eyes may have been following the movements of the professor as they paced back and forth in front of the blackboard, but his mind had been up in the clouds. His mind had gone over probably at least one hundred different scenarios since he had left class that afternoon alone, most of them ending with Robyn not accepting his invitation to dinner. The invitation he had alluded to, was the Timuridian Republic Embassy dinner, of course he had not spilled that to Robyn, he didn't want to scare her off like he had some other girls. Although he was the son of a president, indeed, that automatically did not make him popular, one, because very few people actually knew about it, two, because he always seemed to fumble the timing of such news. His two previous interests had both been scared off by his revealing of this fact, one that was a well-kept secret, but he had revealed it to them too late, that they felt betrayed by him keeping the secret for too long, and that he preferred girls that had much more simple lives. They had two parents who were both working class, and such grandeur scared them upon learning about it in both cases. He wasn't even sure why he had even had the courage to ask Robyn on such a date. He didn't even know her before he had bumped into her and spilled her papers everywhere, just something inside him made him want to get to know her. And with the date of the state dinner at the embassy looming, and his lacking of a date, probably contributed to his sudden burst of courage, well, maybe not courage, maybe [i]desperate forward invitation[/i], would be a better way to describe his actions. He had muddled over the possibility of her turning him down so many times, that he had become anxious for the clock to read nineteen-hundred hours. He had decided that he would call her then, so as not to interrupt her dinner, but maybe catch her before she began studying for the evening. When the clocked ticked to nineteen hundred, he sat up, and slowly reached over and grabbed the cordless phone, and picked up the torn shred of paper that contained her crisp writing. He slowly dialed the numbers, making sure he dialed it correctly. The phone slowly rang, each ring tone seeming to take minutes before it rang again. He clenched the shred of paper in his hand, and it crumpled in his fist, which was balled up in anxiety. The sound of a phone being picked up on the other end ended his reverie, and a voice on the other end of the phone spoke, which didn't sound like Robyn, but it was another girl, "Hello?" "Uhm, yes," stuttered Ishmael, before catching himself, and clearing his throat, "I'm uh, looking for Robyn Barker?" "Oh, you must be Ishmael," said the voice on the other end, and he could hear a giggle being suppressed, he went crimson again, and his thoughts of Robyn strayed towards hanging up on this phone call. But not because he was embarrassed by this girl on the other end of the line, but because he wanted to call his mother and demand to know [i]why[/i] he was named [i]Ishmael[/i]. "Robyn is right here." Ishmael heard the phone being shifted around, and the soft voice of the young woman who had taken his invitation to coffee filled the receiver, "Hello [i]Ishmael[/i]." His face got ever more crimson, "Hello Robyn. I was uh, wondering, if you had thought about my invitation to dinner?" He wondered, at the few moments of silence on the other end, that this whole thing had been a tease, Robyn had just wanted a free coffee off him, and he was completely wasting his time, barking up the wrong tree. Her voice seemed to get nervous, something he had yet to hear from her, although he had only known her for maybe twenty minutes of actual time, "I have thought about it." The pause before her response elicited one from Ishmael, thinking that the line had gone dead after almost ten seconds of silence, "I am sorry, I uh, shouldn't have asked, you're probably right, it was a little forw-." "No no no, its alright, I have a proposition for you, [i]Ishmael[/i]," she said, cutting him off, her voice more confident. "You say you're a good poker player, I'm not too shabby at card myself, if you can go for nine hands, and win the majority of them, you can take me to dinner." "And if," he started, nervously, before taking a breath and continuing, "And if you win?" "Then I get to decide whether I go or not, Mr. Dawkins," she responded. "Sounds like I got a fair chance either way," he replied, feeling a little more confident now that she had brought cards into the mix. "Even if you do win though, I still can choose to not show up," she shot back, in the same confident manner, albeit sounding playful. "When are you free to play this game of high stakes?" he asked, feeling more comfortable talking to her. "Tomorrow night, twenty-hundred, my place, I live at twelve, Elvaston Place," she responded quickly. "I'll be there." "Better bring your A-Game, [i]Sham[/i]." "I will." Edited October 2, 2011 by TheShammySocialist Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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