Ruby Collins Monologue

Jessica Stevens and her four friends walked down the passenger steps - their portable suitcases rolling behind them - which led to the concrete runway. She and her friends had won an online contest that had an all expenses paid trip to New Zealand to see the film-set of the Shire - or, more specifically Hobbiton - for a prize. They had just finished their one day and two hour flight from New York, and would’ve been very tired, except they were all mega-fans of Tolkien’s works, and were very excited to be there.
The five adults were soon on the concrete, rolling their luggage to the airport where a jeep would take them to Matamata, where Hobbiton was located. It took them a while to actually get to the airport on foot; and it seemed even longer because the weather was especially cold and blustery. But, after minutes passed, the five finally made it to the nice big warm airport.
As they entered through the big glass double-doors that said ENTER above them, the oldest adult, whose name was Ruby Collins, peered around and said, “Wow! Look at this place! It’s enormous!” Ruby was the oldest one in group: she was twenty six years old, and had the best fashion sense of them all. But for her job, she worked as a babysitter in New York. She was also very pretty in appearance too. She had cropped light

It’s awesome! You could fit hundreds of dinosaurs in here!” She was the nerd of the group, who liked reading comic-books and studying up on dinosaurs and things like that in her spare time - when she wasn’t selling her clay sculptures on the internet as her job. As she her appearance, she had short red hair that was usually very messy, ever so slightly tanned skin, brown eyes with a flex of green, about 5’6” in height, and was twenty four years old. On that day, she was wearing a black t-shirt with the Jurassic Park logo on it, wore her favorite pair of ripped denim jeans, and black