Post by dazz on Jun 7, 2007 11:44:53 GMT -4
The night was warm with a gentle breeze that made it a pleasure to be outside. The sun only half-set created a beautiful transition in the cloudless sky, from a deep vibrant blue to stripes of pink and orange. It was truly a sight to behold...
...Well, if you were even outside to behold it. The one and only Ali Blaire sure as hell wasn't.
No, instead of being outside enjoying herself, she sat underground, on a hard wooden bench in the subway station, two shrill women yakking away in god know's what language to her left, and a homeless guy asleep and snoring to her right.
Sigh.
Cranking her iPod up a few more decibels to drown out the annoying sounds around her, Ali checked the time and grimaced. This train was taking forever, or so it seemed. In her rather...unhappy...mood, she mused she could've walked home by now. However, being about as far across town as one could be, that just wasn't true. Plus, her feet were already sore from all the errands she'd run on foot that got her this far from home. She just wanted to hop on board, get home...and go right back out again and have some fun!
All in all, it took another ten minutes for the train to arrive. Feeling the rumble long before the train was in sight, she stood up and walked closer to the platform's edge. The two gabby women stood and followed close behind, eventually standing beside her. This time of day, a seat was tough to find, and the traingoers were lining up like runners at the gate, taking their mark at the yellow border and waiting for a double-beep instead of a gunshot to start the race.
The train rolled into sight and the doors opened. Ali was already peering inside for a space as few passengers exited. As soon as they were clear, Ali glanced to see the women stepping forward, so she booked it and ran ahead of them. Her feet hurt, dammit! She wasn't giving up her space for a couple of...ahem....like them. This was not their day to be in Ali's charitable graces, and tomorrow didn't look good either.
Jumping aboard, Ali quickly scroured the length of the compartment. There was one seat left, between an old man holding his groceries and napping and some chick that looked like a freakin' supermodel. Whoever was on either side, Ali really didn't care. She darted forward, sliding into the seat just in time to block a businessman juggling phone, briefcase, and jacket. Ali gave a wicked grin at the dirty look that ensued.
Yeah, 'cause you really wanna mess with me, right dude? That's what I thought...
The doors slid shut with another set of beeps and the train lurched forward. Ali sat back and looked around the car. A lot of commuters were going home, some kids were dressed for a club, and there was the usual vagrant that sits on the train all day. The businessman she blocked from his seat had moved away, yelling about "damn kids" to someone on the other end of his phone. The punk didn't care much about the old guy to her left, so that left her interest in the woman to her right. Ali looked her over out of the corner of her eye. Platinum blonde hair, icey blue eyes, and an outfit that screamed high-end Fifth Avenue. Oh, the label whores...
Finding it funny, Ali smiled to herself. More often than not, she hated people like that, and given her cheery disposition for the day thus far, her opinion of this woman wasn't so nice.
Frowning again, Ali looked down at her iPod. With a click, the song ended midway through, meaning the battery was dead. She tried twice to restart it, but neither time did it last. Admitting defeat, she pulled the headphones from her ears and was stuck dealing with the din of the train. All. The. Way. Across. Town.
Ugh...
With a sigh, she decided conversion would be better than just listening to all that crap. At least she'd have something to focus on. Ruling Old Guy out, that left Posh. Looking to her right, Ali skipped the introduction and asked rather bluntly,
"So...what're you taking the subway for? Limo in the shop?"
Given her tone of voice, it was hard to gauge if she was being dryly funny or just sarcastic and a bit mean. A little insight, however, would reveal the latter. Given past experiences, Ali knew people like Posh hated talking to gutterpunks like her, so of course Ali took that as open invitation to push some buttons.
((Tags Emma Frost))
...Well, if you were even outside to behold it. The one and only Ali Blaire sure as hell wasn't.
No, instead of being outside enjoying herself, she sat underground, on a hard wooden bench in the subway station, two shrill women yakking away in god know's what language to her left, and a homeless guy asleep and snoring to her right.
Sigh.
Cranking her iPod up a few more decibels to drown out the annoying sounds around her, Ali checked the time and grimaced. This train was taking forever, or so it seemed. In her rather...unhappy...mood, she mused she could've walked home by now. However, being about as far across town as one could be, that just wasn't true. Plus, her feet were already sore from all the errands she'd run on foot that got her this far from home. She just wanted to hop on board, get home...and go right back out again and have some fun!
All in all, it took another ten minutes for the train to arrive. Feeling the rumble long before the train was in sight, she stood up and walked closer to the platform's edge. The two gabby women stood and followed close behind, eventually standing beside her. This time of day, a seat was tough to find, and the traingoers were lining up like runners at the gate, taking their mark at the yellow border and waiting for a double-beep instead of a gunshot to start the race.
The train rolled into sight and the doors opened. Ali was already peering inside for a space as few passengers exited. As soon as they were clear, Ali glanced to see the women stepping forward, so she booked it and ran ahead of them. Her feet hurt, dammit! She wasn't giving up her space for a couple of...ahem....like them. This was not their day to be in Ali's charitable graces, and tomorrow didn't look good either.
Jumping aboard, Ali quickly scroured the length of the compartment. There was one seat left, between an old man holding his groceries and napping and some chick that looked like a freakin' supermodel. Whoever was on either side, Ali really didn't care. She darted forward, sliding into the seat just in time to block a businessman juggling phone, briefcase, and jacket. Ali gave a wicked grin at the dirty look that ensued.
Yeah, 'cause you really wanna mess with me, right dude? That's what I thought...
The doors slid shut with another set of beeps and the train lurched forward. Ali sat back and looked around the car. A lot of commuters were going home, some kids were dressed for a club, and there was the usual vagrant that sits on the train all day. The businessman she blocked from his seat had moved away, yelling about "damn kids" to someone on the other end of his phone. The punk didn't care much about the old guy to her left, so that left her interest in the woman to her right. Ali looked her over out of the corner of her eye. Platinum blonde hair, icey blue eyes, and an outfit that screamed high-end Fifth Avenue. Oh, the label whores...
Finding it funny, Ali smiled to herself. More often than not, she hated people like that, and given her cheery disposition for the day thus far, her opinion of this woman wasn't so nice.
Frowning again, Ali looked down at her iPod. With a click, the song ended midway through, meaning the battery was dead. She tried twice to restart it, but neither time did it last. Admitting defeat, she pulled the headphones from her ears and was stuck dealing with the din of the train. All. The. Way. Across. Town.
Ugh...
With a sigh, she decided conversion would be better than just listening to all that crap. At least she'd have something to focus on. Ruling Old Guy out, that left Posh. Looking to her right, Ali skipped the introduction and asked rather bluntly,
"So...what're you taking the subway for? Limo in the shop?"
Given her tone of voice, it was hard to gauge if she was being dryly funny or just sarcastic and a bit mean. A little insight, however, would reveal the latter. Given past experiences, Ali knew people like Posh hated talking to gutterpunks like her, so of course Ali took that as open invitation to push some buttons.
((Tags Emma Frost))