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Sep. 5th, 2037 10:04 pm
"This is Gabe. I can't get to you right now so leave me a message or shoot me a text."
text . voicemail . picture message . videochat
"This is Gabe. I can't get to you right now so leave me a message or shoot me a text."
text . voicemail . picture message . videochat
It's early evening, and the sun is starting to go down. The colors are lighting up the sky in brilliant colors. There's a comfortable breeze, a nice change from the summer hear. The sounds of the city are bouncing back and forth, and there's a shimmer of light hitting the fountain in Grant Park. Near the fountain Gabe is sitting on a bench as he takes it all in.
He's really not sure what to make of his day right now. It went like any other day; getting up and having breakfast with Abby, going to the garage, and meeting Abby after her classes. It had been normal, routine. The way he likes it. And then he got a text.
can we talk?
From anyone else it wouldn't bother him, but this was from Kelsey. His ex-girlfriend that he had left in New York City three years ago. He has spent the better part of three years getting over her and realizing he's better off, but it hasn't been easy. And he has missed her. That's the thing about Gabe; once he cares about someone he has a very hard time turning that off. Even if that person hurt him.
He had simply told Abby he needed to go for a walk, not telling her about the text, because he wasn't ready to talk about it just then.
He hasn't texted Kelsey back or called her yet, because he's unsure what to say, or if he even wants to talk to her. A part of him was excited when he saw the text, another part scared. It would be a lie if yet another part of him didn't really want to call her and see if she has changed her mind. But he can't. He can't seem to do it, or decide. He knows what Abby will say, he knows what Kitty will say, but he needs to do what he wants. Only he doesn't know what he wants.
So he's sitting here on this bench in Grant Park, watching the city around him, and thinking. His phone sits on his knee and a lit cigarette hangs between his fingers, unsmoked since the first drag. He's been here for a long time and doesn't plan on moving anytime soon. His mind is too far away to think about getting up and going home.
He's really not sure what to make of his day right now. It went like any other day; getting up and having breakfast with Abby, going to the garage, and meeting Abby after her classes. It had been normal, routine. The way he likes it. And then he got a text.
can we talk?
From anyone else it wouldn't bother him, but this was from Kelsey. His ex-girlfriend that he had left in New York City three years ago. He has spent the better part of three years getting over her and realizing he's better off, but it hasn't been easy. And he has missed her. That's the thing about Gabe; once he cares about someone he has a very hard time turning that off. Even if that person hurt him.
He had simply told Abby he needed to go for a walk, not telling her about the text, because he wasn't ready to talk about it just then.
He hasn't texted Kelsey back or called her yet, because he's unsure what to say, or if he even wants to talk to her. A part of him was excited when he saw the text, another part scared. It would be a lie if yet another part of him didn't really want to call her and see if she has changed her mind. But he can't. He can't seem to do it, or decide. He knows what Abby will say, he knows what Kitty will say, but he needs to do what he wants. Only he doesn't know what he wants.
So he's sitting here on this bench in Grant Park, watching the city around him, and thinking. His phone sits on his knee and a lit cigarette hangs between his fingers, unsmoked since the first drag. He's been here for a long time and doesn't plan on moving anytime soon. His mind is too far away to think about getting up and going home.
open RP voicetesting thing
Sep. 27th, 2011 01:23 pm
[Gabe doesn't have a whole lot to do today. He's been at the garage working most of the day, but he was able to wrap things up and get out of there for a little while. He's been told that it's good for him to do, get out from under the cars and get some fresh air now and again.
So he's doing that. He's sitting outside at a coffee shop, lets stretched out in front of him, coffee on the table (black, the only way he likes it) and cigarette in his hand. He's watching the world pass him by, but mostly watching the cars pass him by. He likes watching each car and thinking up an immediate fact about the make and model, or diagnosing a problem in his head just by the sounds the car is making.
This is his way of relaxing. It's not very normal, but it's his thing.
Chances are he's waiting for his sister to get out of class. Or he's waiting to meet you. Or he doesn't know you at all, and that's about to change. Either way, he's here.]
So he's doing that. He's sitting outside at a coffee shop, lets stretched out in front of him, coffee on the table (black, the only way he likes it) and cigarette in his hand. He's watching the world pass him by, but mostly watching the cars pass him by. He likes watching each car and thinking up an immediate fact about the make and model, or diagnosing a problem in his head just by the sounds the car is making.
This is his way of relaxing. It's not very normal, but it's his thing.
Chances are he's waiting for his sister to get out of class. Or he's waiting to meet you. Or he doesn't know you at all, and that's about to change. Either way, he's here.]
