Baby, It's Cold Outside

[Swank]

This post was from a highschool roleplay proboard that I used to belong to. I'm so sad because recently it's literally been dead there and I had so much fun with my characters (I had two) that I miss it.
Well, the upcoming text is a post (Believe it or not, this was one post there. Very length oriented people...) that I wrote and adored.

Uhm, just for some background information;
Tim is a tall, lanky stoner guy with a shaggy mop of blond hair and classic rock band shirts. He's incredibly quiet, poor, and flunking his senior year in highschool.
I guess that's all you need to know for now.

Maybe, if I feel like it, I'll continue this on into a story.

[Swank]

The howls of the cold, autumn wind haunted the air while it whipped about, thrashing trashcans and tree branches in all sorts of directions. This particular Sunday night in October was quite frigid, only being a mere 40 degrees out, not including the bitterness from the wind outside.

Tim's small trailer home had no heating so he sat on the couch, also his bed, attempting to keep warm by tightly wrapping some old, hideously colored, afghan blanket around him. His eyes tried to focus on the television set in front of him that was currently turned to Cartoon Network's Adult Swim where Peter from Family Guy could be seen futzing around, but it was hard to distract his mind from the cold that was spreading through his feet. Also, Tim was just dreaded the noises caused by wind outside, especially the trashcans, mainly because he knew he'd have to be the one fetching them the next morning.

Suddenly, a large crash sounded outside which awoke Tim from the dreamy like state he was falling into. The picture of the TV had gone completely fuzzy along with playing that irritating scratchy noise, which could only mean one thing; the satellite antenna had fallen. Releasing a large groan, Tim stood up and stretched, lightly brushing the ceiling with his fingertips. He really didn't feel like fixing the cable and it wasn't like his mom was there to yell at him to do it either (A hoorah for graveyard shifts!) so he just stood there for a second, considering his options.
A shiver shot down his spine and he reached over to a pile of laundry to grab a black hoodie from it and focused his gaze out the window.
He could go somewhere, go somewhere warm...but where?

Thoughts of places nearby ran through his mind and he settled on the Cafe. No, Tim wasn't a Cafe person and never really planned on being one... Not big on coffee to be honest... but the place offered a warm escape for now and that's all he cared for.

With a slam of the door, Tim was off and out of the trailer park on his bike, headed for the Cafe. When he arrived, he locked up his bike and looked inside where he saw a few other stragglers hanging out inside. He knew not many other kids would be there, considering that it was about eleven o'clock on a school night, but he didn't mind. In fact, knowing Tim, he might have just preferred it that way.

The burst of warm, heated air hit Tim as he opened the doors to the store, those little jingly bells tied the door ringing for a second. Ah...warm... A tiny part of him rejoiced in the new temperature but another part still had to catch up to the sudden change, causing his cheeks to flush red and a couple shivers.

As he got used to it, his mouth opened a little to let out a yawn and he slowly wandered toward the counter, pulling a few crumpled up dollars out of his hoodie's pocket on the way. He searched the cursive letters on the menu for something hot that wasn't coffee... hot chocolate it was... and with that, he told his order to the uninterested jerk behind the counter who just held an air of attitude. Muttering something barely audible, Tim stood by the counter to wait for his drink to be finished, lazily staring out the glass windows onto the street.