Norah Rowley (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ruled_as_queen) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} lineof_fire_rpg,@ 2008-01-19 23:58:00 |
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The cell phone bill is gonna look shitty.
Who: Norah and her phone
What: Calling Ryan
When: After their meetup at The Black Velvet
Rating: PG, some cursing
Open: toryan_oreily for reaction/call back. Otherwise no.
Norah stared at the napkin laying on her comforter and thumped her thumb on her cell phone. She'd been thinking over her chance meeting with Ryan O'Reily for a couple days, and had decided to give him a call, as she said she would. The mountain of paperwork that was spilling out of her briefcase could wait for now.
She flipped open the phone, and dialed in the first few digits of his number. Her heart started racing, and she laughed to herself. "Stupid." She pressed in a few more numbers, and felt her fingers go numb. Norah was reminded of the first time she'd called Ryan, and the feeling of nervous energy washing over her was very familiar. She flipped her phone closed and tossed it across the bed, staring at it like it was a snake that had tried to bite her.
Norah flexed her fingers and rolled her eyes, trying to shake off the feeling that she was 17, calling the boy she had a crush on at midnight with the cord of the phone running into her closet. She reached across the bed and grabbed her phone, dialing the numbers quickly, then moving her thumb across the keypad toward send. She hesitated, then closed her phone again. "Shit." She opened it once more, dialing quickly, then pressing send, taking a deep breath before she put the phone to her ear.
It rang, and his voicemail picked up. Norah once again closed the phone and threw it across her bed. "What the fuck." She giggled to herself, grinning like an idiot. "What the hell is your problem, you retard? Just leave a message." She shook her head, then grabbed her phone again, pulling up the number in the dialed menu and pressing send again.
His voice sent a chill down her spine and she closed her eyes, listening as he spoke about how he wasn't available. When the beep sounded, she opened her mouth to talk, and her voice failed her for a second. She cleared her throat, then left her message.
"Uh. Hey, Ryan. It's Norah. Norah Rowley. Norah the Whore-ah." Norah paused, rolling her eyes at herself. "Okay, I'm sure you know who it is. Anyway, just wanted to call and see how you were, and if you've figured out how to check your voicemail. Call me back if you have, Grandpa. Hope to hear from you soon. Um. Bye."
She pressed pound to send the message off, then closed her phone, grinning to herself. She set her phone on her nightstand, and laid down in bed, rolling onto her side and willing the phone to ring. Yes, she was 17 again. And she didn't care.
Who: Norah and her phone
What: Calling Ryan
When: After their meetup at The Black Velvet
Rating: PG, some cursing
Open: to
ryan_oreily for reaction/call back. Otherwise no.Norah stared at the napkin laying on her comforter and thumped her thumb on her cell phone. She'd been thinking over her chance meeting with Ryan O'Reily for a couple days, and had decided to give him a call, as she said she would. The mountain of paperwork that was spilling out of her briefcase could wait for now.
She flipped open the phone, and dialed in the first few digits of his number. Her heart started racing, and she laughed to herself. "Stupid." She pressed in a few more numbers, and felt her fingers go numb. Norah was reminded of the first time she'd called Ryan, and the feeling of nervous energy washing over her was very familiar. She flipped her phone closed and tossed it across the bed, staring at it like it was a snake that had tried to bite her.
Norah flexed her fingers and rolled her eyes, trying to shake off the feeling that she was 17, calling the boy she had a crush on at midnight with the cord of the phone running into her closet. She reached across the bed and grabbed her phone, dialing the numbers quickly, then moving her thumb across the keypad toward send. She hesitated, then closed her phone again. "Shit." She opened it once more, dialing quickly, then pressing send, taking a deep breath before she put the phone to her ear.
It rang, and his voicemail picked up. Norah once again closed the phone and threw it across her bed. "What the fuck." She giggled to herself, grinning like an idiot. "What the hell is your problem, you retard? Just leave a message." She shook her head, then grabbed her phone again, pulling up the number in the dialed menu and pressing send again.
His voice sent a chill down her spine and she closed her eyes, listening as he spoke about how he wasn't available. When the beep sounded, she opened her mouth to talk, and her voice failed her for a second. She cleared her throat, then left her message.
"Uh. Hey, Ryan. It's Norah. Norah Rowley. Norah the Whore-ah." Norah paused, rolling her eyes at herself. "Okay, I'm sure you know who it is. Anyway, just wanted to call and see how you were, and if you've figured out how to check your voicemail. Call me back if you have, Grandpa. Hope to hear from you soon. Um. Bye."
She pressed pound to send the message off, then closed her phone, grinning to herself. She set her phone on her nightstand, and laid down in bed, rolling onto her side and willing the phone to ring. Yes, she was 17 again. And she didn't care.