So I figure as long as I post before I sleep it still counts. And this is as far as I got before I couldn't write anymore. These are just two characters I'm sort of playing with - I know where I want to take them, it's just a matter of getting them there. I think of this as sort of an establishing shot - not really a full scene, just a jumping off place for these two characters.
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There's something there. A presence – at the door. Diana moved her eyes in the dark and saw the shadow large and looming. She tried to sit up, but found she was paralyzed. She tried to speak, but nothing would come out. All she could do was whimper while the presence came closer to her. She willed her arms and legs to move. As the shadow came to her bedside, she finally found her voice. She screamed.
And woke up.
Diana sat up in bed and looked around. It was still dark. Fuck, she thought. Not again. That stupid dream never failed to wake her up in the middle of the night. She looked down at her hands and saw they were shaking. Well, sleep was going to be an impossibility for the next few hours, so she might as well have a cup of tea and get some work done.
She carefully got to her feet, making sure not to step on the laptop lying next to her bed. The room wasn’t a mess per se, but things tended to collect. She opened the door to her room, which was actually shut, not like in her dream, and winced as the bright fluorescents assaulted her.
“Sorry Di, did I wake you?” Diana’s roommate Bobbie was lounging on the couch, watching something on TV.
“No, don’t think so - I had that damn dream again.”
“Ah shit, that sucks Di.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Want some tea? I just put some water on.” Bobbie unfolded her legs from the couch and stood up. A tiny wave of jealously hit Diana. Bobbie was an Amazon, frankly; 6 feet tall, athletic, and the golden skin from her Chilean heritage. And dark red hair. That was new.
“When did you get that done?” Diana said, following her roommate into their tiny apartment kitchen. Bobbie was already grabbing mugs, so Diana went to the cupboard for tea.
“Oh, this afternoon. You like?”
“It’s great. Nigel’s idea?” Nigel was Bobbie’s stylist. She went to him at least once a month and would often let him do whatever he wanted. Not that it mattered – Bobbie always came away looking completely different, but completely great. Well, except for that one time. But Bobbie was still loyal.
“Of course. I keep telling you that he would do wonders for that mane of yours.” She patted Diana’s mass of brunette hair. “What tea are you pulling?”
“Chamomile for myself. What do you want?”
“Oh… that new black tea I got. I’m probably going to be up for a few more hours.” It was already two in the morning. Bobbie worked at a bar and was generally up for all hours, whereas Diana worked a normal 9-5 as a receptionist. It was actually rare for the two women to see each other like this and they cherished when they could. They'd been roommates a long time and friends longer than that.
But they couldn’t be more different. Where Bobbie was tall, confident, and gorgeous, Diana was petite, slightly insecure, and while she was quite pretty, she didn’t turn heads the way Bobbie did. She kept her brown hair shoulder length, and would only occasionally highlight it. She was introspective and thoughtful where Bobbie was not. Bobbie was a slob, and proud of it, Diana was somewhat cleaner, although by no means a neat freak. Actually, that was the major bone of contention in their tiny living space – but Diana had known Bobbie too long and realized that something would never change.
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