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Tea Rose 9+ Acrylic: Towards the City
Name: Destiny
Story: The Roaring Belles (Archive/Index)
Title: Towards the City
Timeline: 1920
Colors: Tea Rose 9: General benevolence, but not general friendship, made a man what he ought to be.
Supplies and Styles: Acrylic (Train station)
Word Count: 634
Summary: Cora and Clara doubts their decision to leave Camellia Brook in pursuit of their dreams while waiting for the rest of the group to arrive.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: I haven't written for this particular series in awhile, but when I saw the acrylic prompt, this scene immediately formed in my head and decided to go with it. Next to last tea rose.
To the mods: I accidentally tagged oils, but the prompt is actually acrylic, sorry!
Cora and Clara waited silently in the train station. They had arrived early and the station was filled with a slight fog.
“Do you think we’re making the right decision?” Cora asked Clara.
Clara opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again. She wanted to tell Cora that everything would be okay, that this journey would get them closer to their dreams. But what if it didn’t? What if this whole idea was a big mistake?
“I don’t know,” Clara said. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”
Cora nodded slightly.
“Where is that Helen girl?” Cora asked.
Clara checked her watch. Helen was supposed to meet them here ten minutes ago.
“I have no clue.”
“You don’t think she was just pulling a prank on us, do you?” Cora asked worriedly.
Clara smiled. “It’s possible and I wouldn’t put it pass her. But I think she’ll show up.”
“Cora!”
Both women turned in the direction of the voice. The fog cleared and Stella Polk came walking toward them. Behind them was a girl that they weren’t entirely familiar with.
“I’m so glad you could make it,” Cora said standing and giving Stella a brief hug.
“I had to say goodbye to my parents,” Stella said. She smiled at Clara.
The four girls looked at each other.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us?” The girl said.
“Oh yes, of course!” Stella said. “This is Ruth. Ruth, this is Cora Orozco and Clara Hartley.”
Ruth held out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Clara said shaking her hand.
“Is this all of us?” Ruth asked.
“We’re still waiting on the Diva, but otherwise yes this is all of us.”
“The Diva?” Ruth asked confused turning to Stella.
“They mean Helen Helms,” Stella whispered to Ruth.
“Ooh,” Ruth said interestedly.
The four girls took a seat on the bench and looked at the clock. The train bound for New York City was leaving in fifteen minutes and Helen still hadn’t shown up.
“What if she doesn’t show?” Cora asked to nobody in particularly.
“Then we leave her,” Clara said.
Cora bit her lip.
Another five minutes passed. The conductor began calling for their tickets.
“It looks like she’s not showing,” Stella said.
“Girls!”
A feminine voice floated through the station. Clara spotted a bright red mop of hair running in their direction followed by two men carrying several suitcases.
“Is that her?” Ruth asked Stella.
“Yes,” Cora answered for her. “That’s Helen Helms, Miss Camellia Brook 1918.”
“I’m so sorry I’m so late, but I couldn’t decide what I wanted to bring!” Helen said excitedly.
No one said anything.
“The train will be leaving in a few minutes,” Cora said.
“Boys will you take our tickets to the conductor?” Helen said with an easy smile.
Clara reluctantly handed over her ticket to one of the men. She turned back to Helen.
“It took you long enough to get here,” Clara said. “I thought we agreed on seven thirty.”
Helen smiled. “Doll, I had to make an entrance.”
Clara frowned. She turned to Cora.
“Let’s go.”
Cora nodded and picked up her things, she beckoned to Stella and Ruth.
Helen grinned. She couldn’t wait to get to the big city. Camellia Brook was a ghost town compared to it.
“Goodbye, Miss Helen,” one of her father’s cronies said to her.
“Goodbye Nigel,” Helen said gently. “I shall miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too, Miss Helen.”
Helen closed the door behind her.
“The next time you hear of me, I’ll be on Broadway.”
Nigel smiled lightly. “Of course Miss Helen.”
The train started to move. Helen waved to the two men. She watched them fade away. She was on to her new life now. There was no need to dwell in the past.
Story: The Roaring Belles (Archive/Index)
Title: Towards the City
Timeline: 1920
Colors: Tea Rose 9: General benevolence, but not general friendship, made a man what he ought to be.
Supplies and Styles: Acrylic (Train station)
Word Count: 634
Summary: Cora and Clara doubts their decision to leave Camellia Brook in pursuit of their dreams while waiting for the rest of the group to arrive.
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Notes: I haven't written for this particular series in awhile, but when I saw the acrylic prompt, this scene immediately formed in my head and decided to go with it. Next to last tea rose.
To the mods: I accidentally tagged oils, but the prompt is actually acrylic, sorry!
Cora and Clara waited silently in the train station. They had arrived early and the station was filled with a slight fog.
“Do you think we’re making the right decision?” Cora asked Clara.
Clara opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again. She wanted to tell Cora that everything would be okay, that this journey would get them closer to their dreams. But what if it didn’t? What if this whole idea was a big mistake?
“I don’t know,” Clara said. “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.”
Cora nodded slightly.
“Where is that Helen girl?” Cora asked.
Clara checked her watch. Helen was supposed to meet them here ten minutes ago.
“I have no clue.”
“You don’t think she was just pulling a prank on us, do you?” Cora asked worriedly.
Clara smiled. “It’s possible and I wouldn’t put it pass her. But I think she’ll show up.”
“Cora!”
Both women turned in the direction of the voice. The fog cleared and Stella Polk came walking toward them. Behind them was a girl that they weren’t entirely familiar with.
“I’m so glad you could make it,” Cora said standing and giving Stella a brief hug.
“I had to say goodbye to my parents,” Stella said. She smiled at Clara.
The four girls looked at each other.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us?” The girl said.
“Oh yes, of course!” Stella said. “This is Ruth. Ruth, this is Cora Orozco and Clara Hartley.”
Ruth held out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise,” Clara said shaking her hand.
“Is this all of us?” Ruth asked.
“We’re still waiting on the Diva, but otherwise yes this is all of us.”
“The Diva?” Ruth asked confused turning to Stella.
“They mean Helen Helms,” Stella whispered to Ruth.
“Ooh,” Ruth said interestedly.
The four girls took a seat on the bench and looked at the clock. The train bound for New York City was leaving in fifteen minutes and Helen still hadn’t shown up.
“What if she doesn’t show?” Cora asked to nobody in particularly.
“Then we leave her,” Clara said.
Cora bit her lip.
Another five minutes passed. The conductor began calling for their tickets.
“It looks like she’s not showing,” Stella said.
“Girls!”
A feminine voice floated through the station. Clara spotted a bright red mop of hair running in their direction followed by two men carrying several suitcases.
“Is that her?” Ruth asked Stella.
“Yes,” Cora answered for her. “That’s Helen Helms, Miss Camellia Brook 1918.”
“I’m so sorry I’m so late, but I couldn’t decide what I wanted to bring!” Helen said excitedly.
No one said anything.
“The train will be leaving in a few minutes,” Cora said.
“Boys will you take our tickets to the conductor?” Helen said with an easy smile.
Clara reluctantly handed over her ticket to one of the men. She turned back to Helen.
“It took you long enough to get here,” Clara said. “I thought we agreed on seven thirty.”
Helen smiled. “Doll, I had to make an entrance.”
Clara frowned. She turned to Cora.
“Let’s go.”
Cora nodded and picked up her things, she beckoned to Stella and Ruth.
Helen grinned. She couldn’t wait to get to the big city. Camellia Brook was a ghost town compared to it.
“Goodbye, Miss Helen,” one of her father’s cronies said to her.
“Goodbye Nigel,” Helen said gently. “I shall miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too, Miss Helen.”
Helen closed the door behind her.
“The next time you hear of me, I’ll be on Broadway.”
Nigel smiled lightly. “Of course Miss Helen.”
The train started to move. Helen waved to the two men. She watched them fade away. She was on to her new life now. There was no need to dwell in the past.
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