Alison Blaire (dazzlingali) wrote in artofwar_rpg, @ 2011-04-13 23:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | {backstory}, {narrative}, ♦alison blaire; dazzler, ♦scott summers; cyclops |
Baby, it's cold outside ...
Who: Alison Blaire; Scott Summers
What: Ali is on the street corner playing for some cash to afford food. She glows. People notice.
When: Sometime after Christmas, 1962
Where: Greenwich Village, New York City, New York
Rating/Warnings: PG
Status: Closed and Complete
The snow fell softly to the ground, but the temperature in the early afternoon was tolerable, although weather forecasted a drop in temperature once darkness came. December and January were always the worst part of winter.
Alison didn't care. She needed food and to get food, she needed money and to get money, the nearest street corner where she could play for handouts would be sufficient. She'd chosen a spot reasonably close to the commune so when it got cold enough (or her ability to tolerate failed), it would be quick to pack up, collect her earnings, and head back home, stopping for food on the way. Whatever she bought, she'd share with her friends.
Despite the currently mild temperature, Ali's fingers were numb after only an hour of playing. One could not play guitar with gloves or mittens, so a borrowed pair of the fingerless type helped a little, but truthfully she wasn't sure how much longer she could stand it. Folks were generous though, stopping to listen, feeling sorry for her, and leaving more than usual.
While pre-occupied with the cold and playing at the same time, Ali failed to remember to try and keep her glow in check and the more she played, the stronger it became. When she met the eyes of several people hurrying by, ignoring her, and giving her strange and sometimes hostile looks, the realization set in and she immediately stopped the music, her glow fading.
She blew some warm air through her hands, and collected her earnings, better than usual, and shoved them into her knit bag. Now that she no longer glowed, the looks had stopped, but Ali still felt terribly uncomfortable and it was time to get out, go home, and get warm.
As Ali snapped her guitar case shut, she had a thought. Perhaps She'd outstayed her welcome here and maybe it was even time to get out for good and move on.
It wouldn't have been the first time.