Post by savagesun on Jun 11, 2015 2:29:35 GMT -8
''You'll #Know where to find me." Was all the message he had sent to Bumblebea had read, though he had sent her several messages beforehand suggesting that she should take the ten minute tops stroll to Disney and to skip the trams, which took longer since you had to wait in line anyway. Never having been to Disneyland, which was almost unfathomable to him as he had made it a point to be at the park on its opening day, seemed like a downright shame, and if he could bring someone along for their first time and share the joy that Disney had, well. Job well done. Spread the #Magic and everything.
He supposed, thinking back on the message he had sent her, it really was a bit vague, though If she was smart, she'd know where to find him, if she picked up on the few hints he dropped in his messages.
After all, a giant, painted X on the middle of the walkway to Disney was almost obnoxiously obvious, to him at least, but only time would tell if she was a smart little bumble bea or a bumbling dumb one.
He hoped for the former, after all a Disney Day spent with someone was much more entertaining than spending it alone as he more often than not did, but Disney was Disney and he could find his own entertainment. Perhaps he should have sent her his phone number in that message as well...
Too late to message her now, though it wasn't really, he let the thought slide from his worries and made his way back to the X after having sent a good hour in Downtown Disney. They were to meet, if she could find the spot, at ten in the morning. It was roughly nine thirty - he paused on his way, mid-step, to check his phone and the time before he continued on - nine forty-five, and she should be there soon. Or not.
The partially clouded day was perfect to spend at Disneyland, it wasn't quite hot, though it wasn't frigid. There was a light breeze to tame any sweat that managed to build up whatever the overzealous morning sun happened to coax out of a body, and as he found the painted cement slab, he stepped off into the well-cared for wood-chipped area that followed the entire path to the happiest place on Earth. Only fifteen minutes to wait, forty-five at the max. If she didn't make it half past the hour, he'd be back to the parks and enjoying his day, though not without minute irritation that she'd been unable to locate the spot.
Really though. X marks the spot. If she managed to miss the x, he would be sorely disappointed. And she would know. She also wouldn't get her Disney day, and he'd never offer to take her again, but conveniently, he left that part out of the message-exchange.
Since there was a bit of time to kill, he decided to people-watch, a habit he'd picked up over the years and one that only became more enjoyable as time had passed. People went from a very recognizable time of corsets and hats, to tailored and flared dresses and suits to a bit more of a hodgepodge of clothing and styles nit-picked from the last few decades. Sendeh enjoyed the bright colored hair, extravagant makeup and flashy clothing of the twenty-first century, though the t-shirt and jean trend seemed like it was never going to end, none-the-less it reminded him of the eighties, and he'd often snap a few pictures of the people that really stood out to him. Not like anyone would notice he was there, or if they did they never said hello, which was really, rather unfortunate, but he probably wouldn't stop snapping photos anyway.
He supposed, thinking back on the message he had sent her, it really was a bit vague, though If she was smart, she'd know where to find him, if she picked up on the few hints he dropped in his messages.
After all, a giant, painted X on the middle of the walkway to Disney was almost obnoxiously obvious, to him at least, but only time would tell if she was a smart little bumble bea or a bumbling dumb one.
He hoped for the former, after all a Disney Day spent with someone was much more entertaining than spending it alone as he more often than not did, but Disney was Disney and he could find his own entertainment. Perhaps he should have sent her his phone number in that message as well...
Too late to message her now, though it wasn't really, he let the thought slide from his worries and made his way back to the X after having sent a good hour in Downtown Disney. They were to meet, if she could find the spot, at ten in the morning. It was roughly nine thirty - he paused on his way, mid-step, to check his phone and the time before he continued on - nine forty-five, and she should be there soon. Or not.
The partially clouded day was perfect to spend at Disneyland, it wasn't quite hot, though it wasn't frigid. There was a light breeze to tame any sweat that managed to build up whatever the overzealous morning sun happened to coax out of a body, and as he found the painted cement slab, he stepped off into the well-cared for wood-chipped area that followed the entire path to the happiest place on Earth. Only fifteen minutes to wait, forty-five at the max. If she didn't make it half past the hour, he'd be back to the parks and enjoying his day, though not without minute irritation that she'd been unable to locate the spot.
Really though. X marks the spot. If she managed to miss the x, he would be sorely disappointed. And she would know. She also wouldn't get her Disney day, and he'd never offer to take her again, but conveniently, he left that part out of the message-exchange.
Since there was a bit of time to kill, he decided to people-watch, a habit he'd picked up over the years and one that only became more enjoyable as time had passed. People went from a very recognizable time of corsets and hats, to tailored and flared dresses and suits to a bit more of a hodgepodge of clothing and styles nit-picked from the last few decades. Sendeh enjoyed the bright colored hair, extravagant makeup and flashy clothing of the twenty-first century, though the t-shirt and jean trend seemed like it was never going to end, none-the-less it reminded him of the eighties, and he'd often snap a few pictures of the people that really stood out to him. Not like anyone would notice he was there, or if they did they never said hello, which was really, rather unfortunate, but he probably wouldn't stop snapping photos anyway.