Post by Elijah Burnham on Apr 25, 2008 21:29:58 GMT -5
Truthfully, Eli had to admit, that was a pretty impressive scar. It looked painful though. However, for a girl, it was pretty nice. Of course, he had his own scars here and there from random fights and skirmishes. None were as big and prominent as Aly’s, but his hadn’t been accidental or a reminder of some traumatic day in his life. Not that he’d ever had a traumatic day in his life. His life was quite boring and normal. Well, compared to the other blokes in England it was. Everyone there seemed to be in the same boat. Financially, socially, and at home.
“That’d be great!” she said, smiling, “How’s ‘bout….Friday…after school. Haha, rain or shine! Don’t get too many shinin’ days, but it’s still good, so long as Mufasa isn’t angry that day.”
Mufasa…? What was she rambling on about now? Who was Mufasa? Some sort of God? Maybe he controlled the weather? Or something like that…
“Listen, Ah’ve no idea who or what this Mufasa is, but Ah’ll be there. Weather shant be a problem for me. Do ya know how bloody cold it is in England sometimes? The water is chillingly so. This weather, bah, it’s perfect. And the rain’s never stopped me before. I actually prefer surfing in the rain. Ah find it creates more waves. Harder to see though, but that’s when ya use yer talent the most,” he said starring off beyond the tinted windows.
Not many people like going out to sea during a storm or rain, but he found it tp be more thrilling, more of a challenge. It made things more…interesting. Of course, there were those that thought him crazy and told him to get his stupid arse out of the water lest he be electrified and become a nice snack for the fish. But like he’d told them time and time again, he wouldn’t miss a perfect opportunity like surfing in a storm for a world. Besides, nothing had happened so far. And until it did, well, until then I suppose.
“Elijah Burnham! Why didn’t I realize it before,” she smiled to herself, “You’re that boy who protested and such in the England area, aren’t you? I always watched that bit of the news it was so interesting. Didn’t you get sent to jail or something for a little bit? I thought that was hilarious. You’ve got some gut. But anyways. There’s a little bit of protesting here. I even went to a few. But they weren’t very lively…so I quit going. Heh.”
Eli could feel the burning in his cheeks. He’d never felt embarrassed before by his actions, but now suddenly….maybe it was just the way she had brought it up. Still, he couldn’t help but be embarrassed now. He just couldn’t believe that she would recognize him from the news, or that she actually watched such news in the first place. Had she also seen when he’d thrown a punch at one of the officer’s that was ‘controlling’ the protesting group? He really hoped she hadn’t. That had been a bloody mess. Literally. Not a pretty sight. He had looked pretty bad after that day, but the other officer, heh, well, Eli came out looking much better than that poor bloke. One of his mates had a broken arm from that incident too.
“Well, you see, it was-“ he began trying to explain why exactly he had been thrown behind bars, of course, then he had to figure out for which incident that had been for, before he got cut off by Aly herself.
“Oh, this is my stop!” she said, standing and stepping over Eli to get into the walkway. “See ya later.”
“Oh, ah, ugh, right! Have a good ‘un,” he called giving her a wave before she left the bus. He could always continue the conversation the next time he saw her. Then he could tell her all his less than magnificent stories of how prone he was to getting into fights and trouble in general.
“That’d be great!” she said, smiling, “How’s ‘bout….Friday…after school. Haha, rain or shine! Don’t get too many shinin’ days, but it’s still good, so long as Mufasa isn’t angry that day.”
Mufasa…? What was she rambling on about now? Who was Mufasa? Some sort of God? Maybe he controlled the weather? Or something like that…
“Listen, Ah’ve no idea who or what this Mufasa is, but Ah’ll be there. Weather shant be a problem for me. Do ya know how bloody cold it is in England sometimes? The water is chillingly so. This weather, bah, it’s perfect. And the rain’s never stopped me before. I actually prefer surfing in the rain. Ah find it creates more waves. Harder to see though, but that’s when ya use yer talent the most,” he said starring off beyond the tinted windows.
Not many people like going out to sea during a storm or rain, but he found it tp be more thrilling, more of a challenge. It made things more…interesting. Of course, there were those that thought him crazy and told him to get his stupid arse out of the water lest he be electrified and become a nice snack for the fish. But like he’d told them time and time again, he wouldn’t miss a perfect opportunity like surfing in a storm for a world. Besides, nothing had happened so far. And until it did, well, until then I suppose.
“Elijah Burnham! Why didn’t I realize it before,” she smiled to herself, “You’re that boy who protested and such in the England area, aren’t you? I always watched that bit of the news it was so interesting. Didn’t you get sent to jail or something for a little bit? I thought that was hilarious. You’ve got some gut. But anyways. There’s a little bit of protesting here. I even went to a few. But they weren’t very lively…so I quit going. Heh.”
Eli could feel the burning in his cheeks. He’d never felt embarrassed before by his actions, but now suddenly….maybe it was just the way she had brought it up. Still, he couldn’t help but be embarrassed now. He just couldn’t believe that she would recognize him from the news, or that she actually watched such news in the first place. Had she also seen when he’d thrown a punch at one of the officer’s that was ‘controlling’ the protesting group? He really hoped she hadn’t. That had been a bloody mess. Literally. Not a pretty sight. He had looked pretty bad after that day, but the other officer, heh, well, Eli came out looking much better than that poor bloke. One of his mates had a broken arm from that incident too.
“Well, you see, it was-“ he began trying to explain why exactly he had been thrown behind bars, of course, then he had to figure out for which incident that had been for, before he got cut off by Aly herself.
“Oh, this is my stop!” she said, standing and stepping over Eli to get into the walkway. “See ya later.”
“Oh, ah, ugh, right! Have a good ‘un,” he called giving her a wave before she left the bus. He could always continue the conversation the next time he saw her. Then he could tell her all his less than magnificent stories of how prone he was to getting into fights and trouble in general.