Alfie Solomons | Peaky Blinders (_alfie) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2020-03-30 19:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2020 march, ~~alfie solomons (_alfie), ~~~sonya blade (sonya_blade) |
Who: Alfie and OPEN (multiples welcome)
When: Monday afternoon
Where: The park
What: Visiting the ducks and having some peace
Rating: Usual language, TBD
Over a month Alfie had now officially been in Madison. He had spent the majority of it (when he hadn't been a man with a large alien parasite)trying to acclimate himself with the modern life. Modern auto cars and the stench of everything smelling too good, coupled with unnatural streets and a constant buzz in his quarters that his neighbor had told him was the ice box. Seemed there was no place for him here. He wasn't a farming man, nor was he a modern man, so he had to make due with what he had. Luckily, he didn't need much so the thousand quid went slowly, his biggest ticket items thus far being purchases at the chemists, a place called Walgreens, where the young lady working there had helped Alfie find a cream for his face and proper "legal" (quote quote) medications for his sciatica flare ups.
He should've been happy to be in Madison, but the truth was that he felt like the world had just gotten into a big damn hurry while he was lying dead on that beach in Margate with little crabs eating his eyes. No, when it came down to it, Alfie Solomons was unaccustomed to being the little fish in a big unfamiliar pond.
"Yeh, so you un'nerstand what I'm sayin', right?" He continued conversationally, squinting down at the large green mallard waddling around pecking at bits of bread in the grass beneath and around Alfie's shoes. Yes, he had been sitting at a park bench talking to a mallard for a good half an hour, yes he had been ignoring the pinging and such happening on his phone as the thing went crazy as per usual during the weekends, especially Saturday evenings.
"Thin's is easy for you. You eat, sleep, you go off and find a nice duck wife, 'ave a few kin and then soon as Bob's yer uncle you've kicked it, yeh. Passed the torch onto a new generation, righ'?" He tsked at the mallard as it paused in eating the bread pieces to tilt its head and look up at him with what Alfie figured was skepticism. "Don't be so fuckin' coy 'bout it. You weren't some bloody stupid oaf for a week wif' a parasite, innit, my back still has not recovered," he leaned back in the bench, sighing as he watched the mallard go back to eating the bread. "We don't got long 'fore someone aims to interrupt our little chat, so let me say that between you an' me, mate, I miss bein' a corpse on the beach. Least then I knew where my place was in the scheme of it."
(Lyrics: "Tupelo" Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds)