Sample RP
Lucy knew that she was supposed to be following the rules of the Vichy government while she was on assignment in Paris. She knew that she was supposed to keep her nose clean, get her stories and send them back to the Times headquarters in London, stay out of trouble, and live a quiet life in the small room she rented out while she was there. Basically, Lucy was supposed to live like a nun. After wiring her latest article to her editor and assuring him that she was going straight back to her room, the blonde had instead made a beeline for Le Passant, looking forward to the glass of scotch she planned on ordering. Now, sitting at a small table in a shadowy corner, Lucy sat in thought, tapping her glass with one finger and smoking a cigarette. It was after curfew. She knew that if she was caught, the chances of her getting into some sort of trouble were pretty large. But really, she deserved a good drink, and it was surprisingly easy for her to sneak through the alleyway across the street to her room on just the next road.
Le Passant had really grown on Lucy. She liked the atmosphere of the place. It seemed to be the only establishment in Paris where the only reminders of war were the German officers in uniform, a few of them sporting the red-banded Swastika that had become such a common sight. The proprietor and bartender was a lovely-looking woman who made Lucy feel welcome and was always willing to talk to her (a lot of Parisians were not so quick to speak with a British reporter, fearing what could happen to their friends or family if they were caught).
She took another sip of her drink, enjoying the good burn as it slid down her throat. Lucy’s thoughts drifted to James. It had been a few weeks since she had heard any word from him and, even though she wrote him constantly, she didn’t usually bank on him responding. Mostly Lucy heard news from her parents, both of which were back in England and wished that she would come home. Though things weren’t much better there, either. The Germans had begun an attack on the British mainland over the summer and were periodically bombing and attacking. Last she knew, James was somewhere in Mediterranean Basin. Lucy knocked back the rest of her scotch and took a long, final drag on her cigarette. She tossed the money for her drink plus a little extra on the table before putting on her father’s hat and stepping into the cold January air. Making sure to remain in the shadow of the doorway, Lucy looked up and down the street to make sure it was deserted before darting across the road and into the dark alleyway.
Le Passant had really grown on Lucy. She liked the atmosphere of the place. It seemed to be the only establishment in Paris where the only reminders of war were the German officers in uniform, a few of them sporting the red-banded Swastika that had become such a common sight. The proprietor and bartender was a lovely-looking woman who made Lucy feel welcome and was always willing to talk to her (a lot of Parisians were not so quick to speak with a British reporter, fearing what could happen to their friends or family if they were caught).
She took another sip of her drink, enjoying the good burn as it slid down her throat. Lucy’s thoughts drifted to James. It had been a few weeks since she had heard any word from him and, even though she wrote him constantly, she didn’t usually bank on him responding. Mostly Lucy heard news from her parents, both of which were back in England and wished that she would come home. Though things weren’t much better there, either. The Germans had begun an attack on the British mainland over the summer and were periodically bombing and attacking. Last she knew, James was somewhere in Mediterranean Basin. Lucy knocked back the rest of her scotch and took a long, final drag on her cigarette. She tossed the money for her drink plus a little extra on the table before putting on her father’s hat and stepping into the cold January air. Making sure to remain in the shadow of the doorway, Lucy looked up and down the street to make sure it was deserted before darting across the road and into the dark alleyway.