abe has had some (darkwinters) wrote in repose, @ 2017-01-31 09:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, abe winters, sasha james |
log: abe/sasha bowling
Who: Abe and Sasha
Where: bowling alley
When: backdated to the weekend
What: bowling
Warnings: tba
Abe showed up a little early to sort of figure out how a bowling alley worked. He had looked up "how to bowl" online and got the usual poorly drawn wikihow's that honestly didn't help him much. There was no way he ever bowled in a past life, he decided. Either they didn't have any under the sea or if he had been human before, bowling was not on the list of priorities. With other activities such as hunting for artifacts or remembering pieces of history that had been locked away in his fishy brain, he could feel tiny strings tying him back to his past that he still did not know. Bowling did not give him this feeling and he found that fact slightly liberating. As much as he wanted to learn the secret of his past, he was comfortable being Abe.
Even the version of Abe that seemed human. He had been told that he didn't look like a Florida swamps kind of guy. He was tall, dark hair and a strong jaw with deep brown eyes. Like the son of a king that didn't plan on taking the throne any time soon. Or a politician who could calm an angry crowd with a smile and an apology. Beyond the obvious blue skin and the gills, this form felt so different from his fishy body. As a fish, everyone expected him to be awkward and alien. As a man, well, only minutes after walking into the bowling alley, he was already helping senior citizen ladies with their bags and shoes.
He could hear their thoughts that ranged anywhere from anxiety about their children visiting to how excited they were to be out of the house. It made him envious of having such a long life already. To have connections that stretched out like the branches of a tree. Maybe one day.
When Sasha arrived, Abe was in the middle of delivering beer to some war veterans who were now chatting up the old ladies. He looked like the grandson of a gaggle of senior citizens, happy to be at their beck and call. And, they were happy to have a good looking young person to aid them. Abe looked up and saw Sasha, grinned and then realized she wouldn't have recognized him in this form. He waved off the senior citizens and then walked up to the front of the bowling alley, not sure how to get Sasha's attention.
"Ah- ahem!" Abe tried, voice way too quiet to hear over the slam of pins being knocked down. He waved at her again and said with a little more confidence: "Sasha. Hi it's- I'm Abe."