Just trying a bit of an experiment here, going to be converting my RPs w/ other peeps into story mode for my page. If ya like it, say so, if ya don't, say so too.

This first one is the opening for my on-going RP w/ (his work is underlined) a great chap. A bit of a longer intro than I usually do, but we are setting the scene for a particularly moody day in the city.

Comments, as always, are appreciated, and the full text can be found below.

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It was another cold, slushy day in the city. The city workers were having a hard time keeping up with all of the slush left behind after the latest snowstorm, and the subsequent time being around numerous hot buildings, vehicles and people. Elsewhere people would’ve let it be but in the city if it turned to ice things could get beyond ugly in a hurry, so they tried to remove it all quickly.

Most of the smaller business both downtown and along main-street districts were closed against the weather, leaving only large diner chains open as beacons against the ugly weather. Most of the walkways and public squares were abandoned as well, only the odd businessman appearing as they rushed from office to office. The entire metro area appeared shut tight within their homes, content to suffer the beginnings of the storm with their heaters and TVs.

Only a few buses and subway stations were operating. Most of the workers taking the day off, but on a day like this, a move that would’ve crippled a city instead seemed natural with such weather. Here, emerging from a subway station near downtown was seven heavily bundled furs, heading to various offices and eateries along the street. They hurried, dodging wind gusts and - on occasion - falling snow form the rooftops.

Even the buildings, normally window lit with activity, were cold and frozen against the worsening weather. The lack of the city's normal neon lights and beaming signs gave it a quiet, almost dead feeling. Whatever cars brave enough to sit street-side shivered beneath thick coats of solidifying slush. In the middle of this, a single business firm, its tiny building wedged between two newly built skyscrapers, remained open in defiance.

Inside were at least a dozen donuts and two percolating coffee machines, fuel for those working within its walls. Here there was a hustle and bustle of activity. The rush of paper flitting around office desks and open hands was one of the few sounds audible from the lobby. All energy seemed to be sapped out of the workforce, who moved about their duties with practiced mechanics. No one spoke to one another, no one made much noise.

The workforce in here kept diligently moving about, time didn't stand still for a single one of them, and all of them were busy with one important task or another. Those not actively hiking the hallways of the five-storied firm were diligently typing at their cubicles or offices, eyes straining against an eighth and final hour of excel documents and office legislation. On the third floor, the one with a particularly hopeful atmosphere, the single wall clock clicked down the final minutes to the end of the work day.

At this time of day, those who weren’t scrambling to finish the latest report were trying to pass the time by either taking one last break, or were quietly trying to get a lead on the rush out the door by staging their things near the elevator or stairwell of their choosing.

At the clock's final chiming, the once somber office became a rush of activity. Every person in the building either stood up or started out, and within seconds the entirety of the electronics were shut down, and various hats and jackets swiped from their resting places. At each subsequent floor below the top, the stampede of footsteps could be clearly heard as the staff rush to available elevators and stairs.

The staff was, after many years of working together, capable of creating a mass exodus in less than 15 minutes, soon leaving only the custodial staff as the last ones to leave after they finished cleaning the various floors and emptied the wastebaskets.

The exodus continued from the stairs and elevators of the lobby into the street-side and backyard parking lots, where lines continued - almost without moving from their squashed elevator state - into the waiting cars. Most of the staff had car-pooled, so it didn't take long before the lot and the streets outside the office to empty completely.

Out of all of the staff, 85% carpooled, 12% used the bus or subway, and the last 3% walked rather briskly towards home. Of that 3% of that walked, 40% lived within a few blocks. 58% lived a bit farther away, and the last 2% was a gecko named Drake, an intern both desperate to make it home, and dreading the half-mile journey to get there.