Aidan Allen (wakeupbillywhiz) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-01-21 00:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | amphetamine |
Who: Amphetamine and open
What: A stroll through the park
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: Central Park, at the carousel
Warning: TBD
Though there was plenty to see and do in Central Park, it was the people that held Amphetamine's attention at the moment. Mortals milling about their daily lives, relaxing, entertaining each other, heading to here, there and wherever. Kids with guitars and sketchbooks, lovers walking hand in hand, children dictating routes and destinations to parents. She stared at each one, unabashedly rapt, until the next flicked into her focus. As she strolled along, she somehow managed to avoid bumping into anyone despite the fact she hardly looked where she was going. She had no particular destination in mind. It was much more fun to just see where she ended up.
Most of the people around her were bundled up in jackets and scarfs, guarded against the elements. Her own nod to the weather was a hot pink cardigan that had been chosen more for the beading around the hem than its functional value. Combined with her yellow pinafore dress and ballet flats, she should have been shivering. The cold never bothered Amphetamine.
Anyone she caught casting a somewhat puzzled glance her way got a bright smile and a wave in return. She felt the same sense of bafflement when none of them seemed particularly keen on striking up a conversation. Some mumbled things about time and not having any while hurrying along, some laughed and made polite excuses. Some ignored her completely. The worst were the ones who glared. They were treated to her tongue being stuck out at them. She was sure that she'd heard that New Yorkers were unfriendly. Or she may have just drawn that conclusion herself.
The sound of music floated on the air. Not the melodies of the musicians but something different, whimsical. She followed the sound to the source and found something amazing. Really and truly brilliant. Face breaking into a grin, she clapped her hands together and looked around her, but no one else seemed as delighted by the sight as she was.
The carousel. Bounding up to it, she bounced from foot to foot as she waited for the current ride to come to an end. She watched the painted horses spin round and around, a picture of barely contained excitement.