Post by alphonzetta remus innes on Aug 20, 2010 16:10:35 GMT -5
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Bored, Alphie had logged into the local messaging server, not expecting much. She hadn't even really expected a conversation. She just wanted to see who else was as bored as she was. As it happened, a new face had sent out a town-wide plea, not that it had reached many people - only the three currently logged in, Alphie herself being one of them. The other two were likely getting stoned, getting drunk, or screwing. Possibly even any combination of the three, or all three, and possibly with each other. One just never knew these things, although some would like to. Not Alphie, though. As long as they weren't talking, or asking her for something that would benefit her financial status, she didn't really care about anyone in Trenton. That, as of late, also included her father. He was getting to be an increasingly heavy burden on her shoulders, and she was glad of all her jobs - all reasons to get out of the house and away from him.
On a whim, hardly even thinking that she'd get a response, she had replied to the message, shocked when she received an answering 'ping' mere seconds later. They had talked of little of consequence. He was new, had been lost, didn't know many people to stop and speak to. He was rich, much different from her, and yet they still seemed to have things in common. Their sense of humour, at least, was enough to unite them for at least the night, until he decided that there was something strange about Alphie, and that it was best to ignore her, as most other people had learned. Instinctively, she had flirted, not even consciously realising she was doing it. It was habit, now, and it had served her well enough to get her out of the house for at least an hour. She had a picnic to get to, after all, with a guy that, judging by his display picture and previous nickname, was quite the looker. Of course, it bothered her slightly that he may not think that of her, but the success of the evening would hardly depend on his being physically attracted to her. It wasn't like she was at work.
As quickly and quietly as she could, listening intently for any signs of her father stirring, Alphie raided the kitchen cupboards. All she managed to scavenge was a couple of cupcakes, a few cookies, and two bottles of Pepsi. Diet, at that. Apparently, her father wanted to watch his figure. Why he'd want to look at that sack of lard was beyond her, but she amused him nonetheless. Sneaking barefoot past him again, and back up to her room, Alphie deposited her finds in a bag, along with her keys, her phone, and a few loose bills. Who knew? She may come to actually need it. It didn't hurt to be prepared, did it? And, of course, she couldn't possibly leave the house without her trusty cutting board, razor blade, twist, and straw. These items went into the front pocket of her bag, where it wouldn't be seen when she opened the bag to show the results of her foraging.
Back in her room, she checked her laptop for any more messages, unsurprised when she found none, and slipped a pair of shoes onto her feet. She'd be taking them off when she got to the beach, she knew, but the concrete paving slabs were cold and peppered with gravel at the best of times, and she didn't want to be seen walking around with no shoes on, as if she'd been evicted from somewhere without the right to put her shoes back on. She glanced around, making sure she hadn't forgotten anything, and then swung almost absently out of her window, climbing down the trellis with a practiced ease. She had seven minutes to get to the beach, which was only five minutes away, so there shouldn't be a problem. However, with Alphie, there were always problems. Two people stopped her for drugs which she, for once, hadn't brought out with her, and she warned them in a cold tone to call ahead like normal people before sending them away. Three more asked for more intimate services, and with only a tiny pang of regret, she referred them to someone she knew was working that night.
Three minutes late, she glimpsed the beach, and a slightly lost looking guy that looked to be around her age. He had something with him, and looked like the pictures of the guy she had been chatting to, but still, Alphie decided to be cautious. Staying at least ten feet away from the guy, she smiled and called what she hoped was his name. He was, after all, a handsome guy. "Eli?" She asked, frowning slightly into the darkness. She couldn't imagine anyone else being around, standing there so obviously in the open, at this time of night, but sometimes hiding in plain sight was the last place anyone thought to look. As the boy looked over, Alphie smiled and raised her bag slightly. "I come bearing libations."----------
status: complete
word count: roughly 850
date&time: 19th august, around 11pm
tag: eli ackerman
outfit: clickers
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