(Story is baseline for normal verse RPs, but I am open to most things)
Nika always preferred to live on the outskirts of civilization. Away from the hustle and bustle of the city; from the cacophony of industrial sounds and smog-choked air. But, sometimes, concessions had to be made. It was a sacrifice needed to make her dreams come true. Or so she had started telling herself, whenever she was alone at her desk, peering out silently toward the dark brick building across the way. What a beautiful sight it sarcastically was. The small apartment she could afford was rented using funds from the life insurance policy after her parents' accident. And even so, she needed to find work soon, as that well was about to run dry.
She would tap away with the tip of her ballpoint pen against fresh paper, dotting it like the cheeks of a freckled child in small areas around its surface. Hoping that the inspiration to write that best-seller would come to her. But perhaps it never would. And at the age of 25, while not exactly old, she began to feel more and more as though her time and potential were wasting away. Nika was ready to look for a new way forward.