| Monday |
[11 Feb 2008|09:11pm] |
Who? Alex and OTA
What? Meeting new people, seeing old faces, Alex is up for anything
When? Late afternoon; Monday
Where? Ship, of course, roaming the halls at a quite normal pace
Alex had kept to himself for the past couple of days. Touring Paris had been fun, he'd visited most of the city in a matter of moments, and then it was time to slow down and...smell the roses. He'd visited some of the museums, and just took in the culture. Slowly of course. No reason to rush such things. Then, he'd ran out a little bit before the ship left to grab a quick meal at one of the best cafes he'd come across. Of course he had to run back to the ship before it left because he started chatting up a waitress there, even though he didn't speak French.
Now, Alex was wandering the hallways, just wandering around with no particular destination in mind. His hands were shoved down into the pockets of a pair of ratty, low slung, baggy jeans. He wore a fitted cream colored thermal on top of those to stave off the cold and damp of the rain. He hummed softly as he walked, two white buds placed into his ears and his iPod on shuffle. Well, it really wasn't his per se, but he'd seen fit to skim it off a tourist about a year ago so now it was technically his.
Pulling a hand out of his pocket, he tapped his fingers on his leg in time with the music, humming softly still. Most of the tracks on the iPod were hard rock, or classic rock. There was some rap, dance music of course for the days he felt like dancing around. Then, there were the love songs. He had everything from cheesy love songs, to classic love songs. "Unforgettable", "Unchained Melody", and a ton more were on his iPod. His favorite, out of all of those classic love songs was "At Last" by Etta James. His mother used to sing it to him when he was a child. Really all she ever sung were love songs, and it was one of the main reasons he loved them so much.
However, right now no love song was sounding into his ears, "Falling On" by Finger Eleven was playing. He followed the bend of the hallway, still humming softly and tapping his fingers against the worn denim of his pants. He thought for a moment, wondering if anyone would be in the galley. He didn't really want to go bother Mag, just in case she might be busy finishing up with the aftermath of the dinner crowd. He was playing one of his games with his sister and Mag, but it was starting to wear thin. He didn't really have many friends outside the two of them, and they were the best bet for some sort of entertainment. He shook his head, and started away from the galley. They still needed another night to wonder if he was alive or not. Or even on the ship for that matter. He chuckled softly to himself as he continued on his afternoon stroll.
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