Who: Alice and Abe (closed) What: Meeting at the Marina When: July 19th, Tuesday, early afternoon Where: Marina Rating: Gee, I dunno. (heh, get it?) Prolly G. I'll tell ya if it's different.
Alice ought not to be outside at all today - or if she was, she should be well out in the forest where no one would spot her. The sun was bright in the sky and she held her parasol overhead as she walked down the quiet street to the quay.
Maybe Abe made her reckless. Not being able to see what would happen should make her more cautious, but somehow it seemed to have the opposite effect. Maybe it was just that she'd never lived anyplace with so many sunny days! She didn't have her family to occupy her, and others who seemed to have secrets just as dangerous as hers walked around openly.
Maybe Alice had her childish side. And if she couldn't see it leading her into danger, there was no motivation not to indulge herself. Not to take chances. Cautious, reasonable chances. Now, for instance, she wore a broad-brimmed sun hat and her enormous Audrey Hepburn sunglasses, and every inch of her skin below her chin was carefully covered, right down to the lace-trimmed gloves on her hands. Hardly summer wear, at least not in this century
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He was humming Tchaikovsky 1864 when he felt the vibration hit the water. He turned around, himself in the part of the water shadowed by a low hanging tree.
Sparkles, no, muted sparkles like those of sequins on an unfocused reel of film. He didn't need to hold a hand up to tell it was Alice who was in the water. Her emotions fed through him as the water rippled around his body with her plunge. Why did she glisten like that?
He spent a moment watching her from the shadows with curiosity. She was trying to find him, he mused. Then, feeling a little creepy in his gawking, he swam into the light waiting for her to turn around and catch his eye.
It had been very close to a minute and she had not yet come up for breath. She did not look as if she were struggling to stay under. Perhaps it was simply another example of her own uniqueness.
Sorry it's short; I'm on my iPhone. ^_^;futureinmotionJuly 22 2011, 01:12:38 UTC
Alice didn't need her powers to tell when she was being watched; predator's instincts were enough for that. She turned in the water, catching sight of Abe drifting a short distance away.
She did need air to speak, but she smiled and raised a hand to wave.
No worries! I'm honored that you made the time to reply! Hope you're having fun.icthyo_tacoJuly 22 2011, 04:58:03 UTC
Abe did not need air to speak. But his words would not hit her ears in a way that she could easily decipher them. In the library back at the bureau Abraham's tank was equipped with microphones on the inside of the thick glass and amplifiers on the out. The microphones were set to specifically separate out the sounds of the water and the sounds of Abe's words so that he could communicate. But this was not an option given the situation.
So instead of saying anything he, too, waved. He came nearer to her not having to exert the energy to paddle as much as her because of his biology. He started to talk but shook his head. He shrugged and pointed up in question if they should break the surface. They might not need air but verbal hellos would be nice.
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Maybe Abe made her reckless. Not being able to see what would happen should make her more cautious, but somehow it seemed to have the opposite effect. Maybe it was just that she'd never lived anyplace with so many sunny days! She didn't have her family to occupy her, and others who seemed to have secrets just as dangerous as hers walked around openly.
Maybe Alice had her childish side. And if she couldn't see it leading her into danger, there was no motivation not to indulge herself. Not to take chances. Cautious, reasonable chances. Now, for instance, she wore a broad-brimmed sun hat and her enormous Audrey Hepburn sunglasses, and every inch of her skin below her chin was carefully covered, right down to the lace-trimmed gloves on her hands. Hardly summer wear, at least not in this century ( ... )
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Sparkles, no, muted sparkles like those of sequins on an unfocused reel of film. He didn't need to hold a hand up to tell it was Alice who was in the water. Her emotions fed through him as the water rippled around his body with her plunge. Why did she glisten like that?
He spent a moment watching her from the shadows with curiosity. She was trying to find him, he mused. Then, feeling a little creepy in his gawking, he swam into the light waiting for her to turn around and catch his eye.
It had been very close to a minute and she had not yet come up for breath. She did not look as if she were struggling to stay under. Perhaps it was simply another example of her own uniqueness.
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She did need air to speak, but she smiled and raised a hand to wave.
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So instead of saying anything he, too, waved. He came nearer to her not having to exert the energy to paddle as much as her because of his biology. He started to talk but shook his head. He shrugged and pointed up in question if they should break the surface. They might not need air but verbal hellos would be nice.
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