Hey, everyone! So, this is another roleplay that I did with my friend, JPMBV. believe it or not, this one's half as long as 'KAH Virus.' That one took us maybe 6 days to write, this one took almost three months to actually finish. I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, but I co-own this plot. :P
No Phantom, sorry guys.
Sam Manson: I don't know. Possibly I'm the new girl in town, you spot me at a cafe writing and start to talk to me/ Or if you have any other ideas
Danny Fenton: I'm 5'10". Have black hair, blue eyes. Athletic build.
Sam Manson: 5'7.5", long black hair, deep purple eyes, curvy.
Danny Fenton: I open the cafe's door and come in, smiling. I lean on the counter and ask for a coffee. When I get it, I take a sip and glance at you as you write, sitting on a table in one of the corners of the room.
Sam Manson: I take a slow, steady sip of my hot chocolate before I continue not bothering to glance around the cafe.
Danny Fenton: I take another sip, taking in your image and decide to approach. I walk by and stop near your table. I clear my throat. "Ahm... excuse me miss..."
Sam Manson: I look up quickly. "Hi," I say, "Is this your seat? I can move if you want. Sorry," I push my hair behind my ear as I begin to stand
Danny Fenton: I place my hand on your shoulder, gently. "No...No...No!" I smile. "It's not my seat..."
Sam Manson: "Oh, okay, then may I help you with something?"
Danny Fenton: "Well... I am sorry to bother you but I was just curious... Are you a writer?"
Sam Manson: "Not yet," I say sadly, "but I hope to be someday."
Danny Fenton: I nod, still with the coffee in my hand. "I see... Ahm... you're not from here, are you? I guess I'd remember your face if you were..." I smile.
Sam Manson: "I am now," I say, "I moved here a few days ago."
Danny Fenton: "Oh... Seeking for... a new source of inspiration...?"
Sam Manson: "Not really... Just trying to escape," I say.
Danny Fenton: "Escape...?" I stop. "Oh... where are my manners?" I held out my hand to you. "I'm Daniel Fenton..."
Sam Manson: I blush and hold out my own hand. "Samantha, Samantha Manson," I say smiling softly, "Yeah, I was trying to escape my life back home. Too much death and depression..."
Danny Fenton: I shake your hand, gently. "Oh..." I then, grab the back of the chair. "Mind if I make you some company, Samantha?"
Sam Manson: I blush and move my computer from the table in front of me after I save my story. I put it into my backpack. "You may if you desire," I say
Danny Fenton: "Thank you..." I pull the chair and sit, placing my coffee on the table "And, have you been successful in... escaping from that depression of yours?"
Sam Manson: I shrug. "I don't know, honestly."
Danny Fenton: "Alright..." I take a deep breath. "So ahm, Samantha... Do you just write or... you have a work somewhere?"
Sam Manson: "I just write," I say, "but I don't think I'm that good, so I'll probably have to get a job sooner or later."
Danny Fenton: "Oh... are you sure? Because well... I work in publishing and I was looking for a new talent..." I smile. "That's why I came to talk with you, at first..."
Sam Manson: I nod. I hand you a paper that I wrote that I had with me.
(And this is how we got so off-topic from the roleplay that spun us so off course that it took us another three months to do. If you're interested, he read another of my stories 'Little Orange Bottle.')
Danny Fenton: I finish reading it and take a deep breath. "Wow... I honestly think you have potential..." I look up at you, smiling.
Sam Manson: "T-thanks," I say nervously.
Danny Fenton: I put my hand on my pocket and take a business card. "Here... Take this." We'd like to hear more from you. I mean... read." I smile.
Sam Manson: "Wow," I say, shocked, "thank you so much, Mr. Fenton."
Danny Fenton: I stand up. "Well, I'll have to work... I glance at my watch. I am, in fact, late." I chuckle. "Will you call us, Samantha?"
Sam Manson: I smile. "Yes, surely," I say ecstatic.
Danny Fenton: I nod and smile before heading out of the cafe.
Sam Manson: I lean back in my seat. 'What just happened,' I ask myself with a huge smile on my face.
Danny Fenton: I enter the car and drive to my workplace, happy to find someone with ability and creativity.
Sam Manson: I pick up my bag and hot chocolate then begin to walk back to my small apartment, smiling largely.
Danny Fenton: ***shall we fast forward this to a later time? ***
Sam Manson: As I sit at home, I decide to call my friend from back home, in the process of taking out my phone, your business card comes out and falls onto the couch next to me. I look at it for a moment and dial the number. I take a deep breath as the phone rings.
Danny Fenton: Back at the office, the phone rings. I glance at it and pick it up. "Good evening, Publishing Management Star One, Danny here. How can I help you?"
Sam Manson: "Hello, Daniel, i-it's Samantha... the writer from the café. You said for me to give you a call, right?"
Danny Fenton: "Oh, Samantha, yes! Yes, I did. We're still waiting for you here..." I say. My voice reveals excitement and a smile.
Sam Manson: I blush brightly. "We?"
Danny Fenton: I frown a little. "Uh... Yes, we... Here in the office. I mean, you'll be talking with me because I gave you my business card, but well..."
Sam Manson: "Sorry," I say, "I guess I'm just a bit nervous."
Danny Fenton: "Don't worry about that. Well, anyway, when would you like to come? My working schedule is from 9am to 5pm. You can come anytime."
Sam Manson: "Okay. Mind giving me an address, or should I just look up the publishing company... any time in particular that you're not too busy?"
Danny Fenton: "I'm currently working with another potential writer but I don't have any appointments with her this week. The address is Moore Street, 67. It's near the park."
Sam Manson: "Okay," I say nervously, "thank you again, Mr. Fenton."
Danny Fenton: "You may call me Daniel or Danny, as you prefer. Hope to see you soon, Samantha."
Sam Manson: I hang up the phone, biting my lip nervously. I pick up my laptop and a journal. I place them in a bag and begin to walk around the town, soon stumbling upon the park you mentioned and then wander over to the publishing company. I enter, hoping the number 67 really is lucky for me.
What do you think so far?
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