Post by thrif on Oct 22, 2008 10:25:22 GMT -5
It was a cloudy, but warm day out at the park as a dark skinned, dark haired young woman sat on a small blanket beside the lake, crooning softly as she held a tiny infant in her arms.
Dusk was beginning to fall over the Island. The sun would soon disappear over the horizon, teasing them with the way it fell next to a place they could never reach. The water on the lake glinted under its light orange shroud, with its customary deep blue visible here and there.
Alli dabbled her hand in the water and wiggled her fingers so the water arose in little splashes; rings widened across the pool and came back. She had taken her shoes off, enjoying the feeling of the grass on her bare feet.
Her mahogany eyes were filled with the clouds as she continued to croon to the baby, silently observing the different people around the park.
The park was quiet spacious, and looked pretty new, yet old at the same time. The grass was a lush green, blowing gently in the breeze. Dogs where running around catching frisbees or a ball, stopping to drink water from the lake nearby. There where other people sitting under the old oak or willow trees, enjoying a picnic or reading a nice book. Kids laughing and playing in the little playground that was complete with a swing-set, seesaws, monkey-bars and slides.
The children playing on the equipment where squealing with delight as they chased each other around on the grass, pushed each other on the swings and try to pull each other off of the monkey-bars. She had to smile as she watched several little girls playing double-dutch on the grass about 50 meters in front of her.
If someone came up with a way to take the sound from children and make it into fuel they would be a trillionaire and everyone could stop freaking out about the world’s energy crisis.
At least that’s what Alli thought.
Everyone on the Island where a mixed crew, and the park was usually where most of the people congregated, each usually sticking to their own familiar groups.
From her little spot beside the water, Alli could see everything. To the right of her, she could see over by some benches were where the wogs hung out. The wogs - a title they proudly gave themselves - where made up of mainly Italian and Greeks, with the spattering of Croatians. To the left of her where the skips - the Aussies - hung out on some more seats closer to the lake. They where a combination of footy-heads, a few skaters, though normally the skaters, and some classic yobs. Then the Asians took up what left of the skips.
The gothics claimed a small shaded area near, glaring at all the skaters in the skate park. There weren’t many of them and they weren’t exactly that hard core. The extent of most of their Gothdom was dyed black hair, although the talk around the quad was one of the guys actually wore white make-up and black lipstick on weekends.
That left the ones considered rejects, the people who’d been backpackers all their life, moving from group to group, not quite sure of where they fit in. Some of them ended up finding a secluded spot away from the other people, near the lake, while others found each other and spent their time hanging out together anywhere they could find a clear space.
Then finally there where the mongrels, a hybrid of all the groups: a couple of footy-heads, soccer players, good students and muso’s assorted Filipino’s, Lebs, wogs, and skips. They where all an easy going crowd. They usually took up three long seats near the barbecue area.
It had taken Alli a long while to memories all of this. She was pretty fluent in Engish but she still didn’t get all of the slang words or sayings right - It was a very complicated language! With all of it’s words that are pronounced the same, but are spelt differently and have different meaning...
“Your daughters beautiful.” A voice spoke suddenly. Alli’s eyes shot up in surprise when she heard his voice. “Oh Mr Whittier! Hello. Thank you.” She smiled, politely, looking down at the sleeping baby. Although Alli spoke English quite fluently, she had a soft arabic accent. “Are you on duty?”
“Call me Will, please. And yes, but I thought I’d sneak in a quick dinner.” The middle aged policeman smiled, and offered himself a seat beside her. She noticed he had a sandwich in his hand, she guessed the he might have gotten it from the Internet Cafe. His wife always did make the best food. He smiled as he watched the baby sleep in her mothers arms. “May I?” He asked, almost hesitantly.
“Of course.” She grinned and placed the baby in his arms. The baby opened her eyes and made a small whining noise for a moment, disliking the unfamiliar feel and shape of the other person. At only 5 days old, Lorelai’s eye sight were still blurry, and would be till she was about a month old. Will held her closely to his chest and smelt her head. “She smells good.” He commented.
“She does, doesn’t she?” Alli grinned, amused by his comment.
“How are you coping?” He asked.
“I had some trouble with her crying allot the other day. Nothing that I did seemed to help.” She admitted. “But then Marshall showed up at my doorstep... I suppose to complain about the noise and when he spoke, Lorelai just stopped crying. It was as if she liked the sound of his voice.”
The southern accent was nice... The vowels where more prolonged and the words seemed to run together. But just because the accent was nice, didn’t mean that he was. He was a smart-aleck rasist. But then again he did depict a more sensitive side to him on rare occasion, juxtaposed against acts of betrayal and theft.
Will’s face turned into a slight frown. “He give you any trouble?”
“No. He helped me actually.” She said quickly and he scoffed. “I made him sit and read to her the rest of the evening.”
“You made him read to her?” He looked skeptical.
“Well I bribed him with a free meal.” She chuckled.
Will chuckled. “I knew it was too good to be true. That boy doesn’t do anything unless it’ll benefit him in some way.”
Alli silently agreed. She looked down to see a ladybug crawl over her jeans, she gently went to brush it off, watching it as it fluttered it’s delicate little wings and buzzed away.
Dusk was beginning to fall over the Island. The sun would soon disappear over the horizon, teasing them with the way it fell next to a place they could never reach. The water on the lake glinted under its light orange shroud, with its customary deep blue visible here and there.
Alli dabbled her hand in the water and wiggled her fingers so the water arose in little splashes; rings widened across the pool and came back. She had taken her shoes off, enjoying the feeling of the grass on her bare feet.
Her mahogany eyes were filled with the clouds as she continued to croon to the baby, silently observing the different people around the park.
The park was quiet spacious, and looked pretty new, yet old at the same time. The grass was a lush green, blowing gently in the breeze. Dogs where running around catching frisbees or a ball, stopping to drink water from the lake nearby. There where other people sitting under the old oak or willow trees, enjoying a picnic or reading a nice book. Kids laughing and playing in the little playground that was complete with a swing-set, seesaws, monkey-bars and slides.
The children playing on the equipment where squealing with delight as they chased each other around on the grass, pushed each other on the swings and try to pull each other off of the monkey-bars. She had to smile as she watched several little girls playing double-dutch on the grass about 50 meters in front of her.
If someone came up with a way to take the sound from children and make it into fuel they would be a trillionaire and everyone could stop freaking out about the world’s energy crisis.
At least that’s what Alli thought.
Everyone on the Island where a mixed crew, and the park was usually where most of the people congregated, each usually sticking to their own familiar groups.
From her little spot beside the water, Alli could see everything. To the right of her, she could see over by some benches were where the wogs hung out. The wogs - a title they proudly gave themselves - where made up of mainly Italian and Greeks, with the spattering of Croatians. To the left of her where the skips - the Aussies - hung out on some more seats closer to the lake. They where a combination of footy-heads, a few skaters, though normally the skaters, and some classic yobs. Then the Asians took up what left of the skips.
The gothics claimed a small shaded area near, glaring at all the skaters in the skate park. There weren’t many of them and they weren’t exactly that hard core. The extent of most of their Gothdom was dyed black hair, although the talk around the quad was one of the guys actually wore white make-up and black lipstick on weekends.
That left the ones considered rejects, the people who’d been backpackers all their life, moving from group to group, not quite sure of where they fit in. Some of them ended up finding a secluded spot away from the other people, near the lake, while others found each other and spent their time hanging out together anywhere they could find a clear space.
Then finally there where the mongrels, a hybrid of all the groups: a couple of footy-heads, soccer players, good students and muso’s assorted Filipino’s, Lebs, wogs, and skips. They where all an easy going crowd. They usually took up three long seats near the barbecue area.
It had taken Alli a long while to memories all of this. She was pretty fluent in Engish but she still didn’t get all of the slang words or sayings right - It was a very complicated language! With all of it’s words that are pronounced the same, but are spelt differently and have different meaning...
“Your daughters beautiful.” A voice spoke suddenly. Alli’s eyes shot up in surprise when she heard his voice. “Oh Mr Whittier! Hello. Thank you.” She smiled, politely, looking down at the sleeping baby. Although Alli spoke English quite fluently, she had a soft arabic accent. “Are you on duty?”
“Call me Will, please. And yes, but I thought I’d sneak in a quick dinner.” The middle aged policeman smiled, and offered himself a seat beside her. She noticed he had a sandwich in his hand, she guessed the he might have gotten it from the Internet Cafe. His wife always did make the best food. He smiled as he watched the baby sleep in her mothers arms. “May I?” He asked, almost hesitantly.
“Of course.” She grinned and placed the baby in his arms. The baby opened her eyes and made a small whining noise for a moment, disliking the unfamiliar feel and shape of the other person. At only 5 days old, Lorelai’s eye sight were still blurry, and would be till she was about a month old. Will held her closely to his chest and smelt her head. “She smells good.” He commented.
“She does, doesn’t she?” Alli grinned, amused by his comment.
“How are you coping?” He asked.
“I had some trouble with her crying allot the other day. Nothing that I did seemed to help.” She admitted. “But then Marshall showed up at my doorstep... I suppose to complain about the noise and when he spoke, Lorelai just stopped crying. It was as if she liked the sound of his voice.”
The southern accent was nice... The vowels where more prolonged and the words seemed to run together. But just because the accent was nice, didn’t mean that he was. He was a smart-aleck rasist. But then again he did depict a more sensitive side to him on rare occasion, juxtaposed against acts of betrayal and theft.
Will’s face turned into a slight frown. “He give you any trouble?”
“No. He helped me actually.” She said quickly and he scoffed. “I made him sit and read to her the rest of the evening.”
“You made him read to her?” He looked skeptical.
“Well I bribed him with a free meal.” She chuckled.
Will chuckled. “I knew it was too good to be true. That boy doesn’t do anything unless it’ll benefit him in some way.”
Alli silently agreed. She looked down to see a ladybug crawl over her jeans, she gently went to brush it off, watching it as it fluttered it’s delicate little wings and buzzed away.