Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

Jenny Schecter (dont_f_withme) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Jenny nearly dropped her writing book and pen in the snow when the man started galloping toward her. Fumbling to put them away in her mohair bolero, she put her hands up defensively, almost afraid he was going to plow right into her.

"Whoa, what the fuck?" she asked, backing away a couple steps. He was larger than life and radiating a huge amount of crazy as far as Jenny could tell. Who ran at people like a big fucking golden retriever and stood like he belonged on a bottle of Captain Morgan? And then he was off rambling and she wanted to take a few more steps back from him but there was a large fallen tree in her way. Fuck! The only way away from him was by him now. He had practically cornered her.

"No, I don't want to go inside. I want to go back to the theater, please. Can you at least point me in the right direction?" She fought to keep her voice under control. She was both angry and just a bit scared that she had made the biggest mistake walking around outside with no one to protect her from nutjobs like this guy seemed to be.