- Posting Speed
- Multiple posts per day
- Online Availability
- 8:00 AM - 4:00 PM
- Writing Levels
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Political intrigue, fantasy, futuristic, sci fi lite, superheroes, historical fiction, alternate universes. Smittings of romance, but only as side plot.
Adelaide Blanchard
The voice behind her gave Adelaide a start, and nearly losing her footing, she cried out. Clutching the side rail until her knuckles stretched pale white, she spun back to see Jean-Paul staring up at her.
Of course it was him. Her phantom gentleman... A ghostly reminder of the coward she was inside. The strength she could never have. Turning away, she shook her head.
"He's found me! His man, Victor... He's here, on the train! I saw him at the last stop. I won't ever escape him, Jean-Paul! But I won't go back there! I can't!" The pace of the train made it nearly impossible to hold the rail, the freezing temperatures biting into her skin, her feet and hands reddening with cold. Tears streaked her skin, eyes like icy ponds.
"I'm scared, Jean-Paul!" She called back, "I have to let go, but I... How do... how do I make myself let go?" Wind pounded against the side of the train, harsh and biting, like hands, clawing at her... Threatening to rip her from the edge of its own volition. Still, her grip remained fast on the bar beside her, and leaning her head against it, she sucked in a breath, stifled a sob, "He'll take me back... I'll never be free of him."
Of course it was him. Her phantom gentleman... A ghostly reminder of the coward she was inside. The strength she could never have. Turning away, she shook her head.
"He's found me! His man, Victor... He's here, on the train! I saw him at the last stop. I won't ever escape him, Jean-Paul! But I won't go back there! I can't!" The pace of the train made it nearly impossible to hold the rail, the freezing temperatures biting into her skin, her feet and hands reddening with cold. Tears streaked her skin, eyes like icy ponds.
"I'm scared, Jean-Paul!" She called back, "I have to let go, but I... How do... how do I make myself let go?" Wind pounded against the side of the train, harsh and biting, like hands, clawing at her... Threatening to rip her from the edge of its own volition. Still, her grip remained fast on the bar beside her, and leaning her head against it, she sucked in a breath, stifled a sob, "He'll take me back... I'll never be free of him."