Noah (sweven) wrote in genome_backsl, @ 2012-05-16 00:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | laney riley, may 2012, noah riley, prompt table 1 |
Who: Noah Riley & Laney Evans
What: a run-in
Where: #2 from Atlantic Ave. to Times Square
When: July, 2041; mid-afternoon
Rating: tbd; likely low
The press of people in the subway car was almost suffocating. It reminded Noah of the Pub, but without the loud music, smoke, and low-cut tops (well, there were a few). He held onto a handle dangling from the ceiling and leaned his head into the crook of his arm, swaying with the car as it bounced over the tracks. He shifted a bit, moving his head so as to push his horn-rimmed glasses back up his nose, then he sighed.
It was cloyingly hot. Not just because there were too many people packed between the metal walls, but also because it was one of those days. Humid, sticky, too hot. His t-shirt, Noah could feel it, was stuck to his back and chest with sweat. He'd just come from a house on Atlantic Avenue. It'd taken him and Michael, his co-worker, hours to move a surprisingly large amount of furniture from an old lady's tiny apartment. He was ready to walk around for a bit and smoke, before heading home. Nelly had Robin for the night, thankfully. He didn't think he could stand to heat up another can of the fucking alphabet soup the kid was obsessed with these days. Robin would just sit there and spell out his name - or try to, getting soup everywhere in the process. He was only three, so most of the time his "name" was just a jumble of letters. He knew 'Robin' started with an 'R' and that was about it.
Noah ran a hand over his face. He gazed around the car, seeing the individual faces surrounding him for the first time. There were some teenagers hanging on to the railing next to him. They spoke amongst themselves and laughed far too loudly, far too often. After a moment, Noah's eyes fell on a girl, younger than himself, sitting on a seat nearby, staring out the (rather pointless) window into the darkness outside. She had long blonde hair, skinny legs, and a pretty, if somewhat sad face. There was something familiar about her, but Noah couldn't decide what. (He figured he'd seen her on the subway before.)
And, although he wasn't one to start conversations with strangers, he found himself speaking above the din of the cabin without thinking. He gestured toward the black that ran by outside with his eyes. "Enjoying the view?"