Post by kc1892 on Oct 31, 2011 17:57:30 GMT -6
To observe the sick and injured, you would go to a hospital.
To observe the tired and generally worn out, any business office or bank would do.
The average American family or teenager, however? You’d have to go to the mall.
And that was exactly where Robert had ended up after driving from home, parking his car, and walking towards the large, grey building. People from all walks of life could be seen here, and that was why he came here; to observe. It was just what he did. And it was what he planned to do for a living, if he had his way. Conveying the human condition in a humorous and interesting way, turning that into a story, and extending that to 300+ pages was his ultimate goal. That and for it to become an instant hit and help him make a name for himself right off the bat. Of course, Rob was realistic; his first novel could be a total flop, after all the work it would take to get it published. But he could still dream, right?
So far, all Rob had really accomplished were short stories. And they were interesting, and witty, but they still were missing some sort of key element... which is what he’d spent the entire summer trying to get a handle on. But when one worked as a lifeguard at the local pool and it was during a summer where one too many kids that were either being idiots or didn’t know how to swim decided to visit the pool, it left little time to write, even when he kept a small pocket notebook and pencil at the side of his tall chair. Robert was named after a world-renowned author (well, his middle name), and he intended to live up to it.
Taking a seat in the one plush leather couch that was in the mall, he pulled out his regular sized notebook and good mechanical pencil. It was the best place if you were planning on sitting for a larger amount of time, the other benches in the mall were either the hard wooden benches or the massage chairs that would yap at you every minute to put coins into the machine between them. Leaning back, he opened his notebook and just observed for a moment. He was trying something out lately where he would observe somebody from when they passed him until they were out of site, then write for as long as he could, without stopping, about them. Once he’d been seated for a couple minutes, a promising subject walked to the left of the couch. An elderly man, perhaps in his early 70s, walking with a cane, all by his lonesome. He was dressed in a sweater vest with a collared shirt underneath, and pleated pants with nice, leather shoes. He kept looking straight ahead until he passed by a more expensive clothing store, and he paused to look at the display of clothes on the male mannequins before continuing his walk down the hall. Rob made sure to glance around at other displays and such himself fro time to time, so it didn’t look like he was staring at just that man.
Of course, this might seem as a silly method of writing a story about a random person if you knew Rob's ability. He could easily accidentally bump into them and have a tonne of material right then and there. But he wouldn't do that... Not again, at least. It took a while, given the man’s pace, but when he had turned a corner towards the drug store, Robert clicked his pencil to get some lead, and then began to write furiously in his notebook with his odd, unintelligible scrawl.
why is everybody so serious * * WORDS;; 577
acting so damn mysterious* * TAGGED;; OPEN
got your shades on your eyes * * NOTES;; Anyone can join!
and your heels so high * * WEARING;; Picture
that you can't even have a good time * * MUSE;; Decent
forget about the price tag * * CREDITS TO PRICETAGS OF JESSIE J ;;
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