The Outlook

[Luna_Wolf72]

Thoughts of my baby sister and my mother, gone so many years, bring me to the ocean. Not from sadness, but simple remembrance. My simple rite for Mabon had been gorgeous in it's simplicity but thoughts of those two had intruded and I knew that they were close...

Not ghosts, not spirits. Just...close. So I ended the simple feast, closed up shop and retreated for a while. Once everyone lay sleeping, in the RW, once my owed posts were done? I knew it was time to come and leave love for my mother and my baby sister.

The poem is small...a thing of few words. But I press those words into the coolness of the sand and stare out into fantasy oceans.

Love never fades nor
dies~it simply changes the
place where it resides.

RIP Donna and Monza. I love you.​

By morning, the words will be gone...but the truth will remain.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*She races down the beach, out of breath. It's already 8:00pm and it's Sunday night! She's missing it already, she thinks desperately. And Bushwhacker is sure to be in top form tonight!

Her feet pound the sand along the shoreline as she runs for the light. Taking the steps to the elevated patio three at a time, she nearly collides with a hapless serving girl as she skids across the tiles, trying to take a corner too fast. Bursting through the doors to the media room with the big screen, she vaults the back of the big comfy couch, grabbing up the remote and frantically thumbing the on button. Channel 151 damnit! Hurry!

That familiar western drawl of 9 time World Champion Ty Murray sounds over the speakers even before the screen warms up to show the dirt and bull snot flying as Robson Palermo shows White Velvet who's the man.......for all of about 4 seconds before hanging off the side and eventually hitting the dirt.

She sighs in contentment, sinking in at last to the comfy cushions, feet propped up on the coffee table. A passing server gets her order: two Woodchuck hard ciders, chilled. Life is good, especially on Sunday nights.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*She cheers at the screen, one of her favorite cowboys taking a bull named Rainbow for the full 8. Chris Shivers. Two time world champion, there was a time when he could've rode a panther if they could run it up under him long enough for him to tie on. Now he was getting on towards the later years of his career, and had mentioned retirement a few times. But he could still get the job done. And he was still pretty cute.

She remembers when he came to her home town for a Challenger Tour event. She'd met him, got his autograph. He was surprisingly short, but still cute. He didn't ride that night, he was the safety man standing by on horseback ready to rope any troublesome bulls that refused to leave the arena. She remembered stealing glances at him in between the rides. She sighs at the memory. What was it about cowboys anyhow?*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Cody Nance drew Bushwhacker? He hasn't got a chance on that bull, she thought. Nobody rides my Bushwhacker! She wasn't sure when she started thinking of that bull as 'her bull' but it was the most exciting thing about the summer season.

She held her breath as they got ready in the chute.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

2.34 seconds. It was over just that quick. 45.75 bull score out of a possible 50. Incredible.

"Well, hell, that didn't take long, did it." she muttered.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Suddenly she had a new favorite. Or if not a favorite, at least an equal contender. Asteroid! The bull exploded out of the chute and Pistol Robinson (Good cowboy name!) went flying over the horns after the first kick. The bull kicked so high in the back end that it looked like a scorpion kick form the Matrix! Bulls aren't supposed to be able to do that! Someone forgot to tell Asteroid! 1.45 seconds and a 46.5 bull score!

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Noon decided that he wanted some fresh ocean air and a cold drink. He quickly arrived at the Outlook, and, after climbing the stairs, ducked directly behind the bar. He poured himself a nice, ice cold premium lager and then tilted it back, taking a deep drink of it. With a sigh, he set it down, smiling as he stretched his legs out. He stood there, leaning against the bar for a moment, letting himself relax in the cozy and comfortable environs.

 

[Britwitch]

Bare feet carry me up from the beach...it's been a long time...too long since I was last here.

The sea breeze is refreshing...exciting...as it makes my dress flutter around my thighs and my hair dance around my head upon reaching the decking atop the cliff.

Ordering a cool drink, I lean on the rail, watching the ocean with a smile curving my lips.

 

[fr33ks33k]

*It's been quite a while since I'd visited the place. They still had my room on reserve, and the view was as spectacular as ever. Though, it had been improved upon by the lady standing at the balcony.

With a smile, I make my way over, leaning against the rails to her left, turning my head to face her*

Well hello there. Nice view, isn't it?

*The meaning in my words is double, and I'm too brazen to feel silly about it*

 

[Britwitch]

Quite gorgeous...

I reply, letting my eyes moved unabashedly over the frame that appears beside mine. My smile growing rapidly playful.

...hello to you too...

My drink arrives and I sip the cool Bombay Sapphire and tonic

I've missed this place...

I add, looking up at him over the rim of the glass

...the people...

 

[fr33ks33k]

Then a return visit was well overdue, eh?

*My smile can only widen as I watch her sip her drink. The wind is swirling the hem of her dress and my eyes are drawn to the play of fabric over skin, hiding and revealing the smoothness beneath. It's captivating, but I catch myself staring at her legs and bring my eyes back to hers. The coyness of her grin brings me closer to her, though I'm not fully aware that I've moved until I can smell her perfume.*

 

[Britwitch]

I nod, dipping a finger into my drink to swirl the ice and slice of lime before putting it between my lips and removing the droplets upon it. I can feel my cheeks flush a little as I draw the finger back out of my mouth, all the while my eyes watching his, I know how I must look...not that I feel much different, if the truth be told. Eventually I manage to reply,

Very overdue

 

[fr33ks33k]

*If I thought the smile was coy, the way she stirred her drink made it even more clear. I could smell the alcohol, but didn't know what it was exactly, so I asked*

What are you drinking? Looks good.

*Another double meaning, as my eyes met hers for a moment and continued on down the slope of her shoulder, lingering on her bosom, put on display by the railing. I manage not to ogle her too openly, but it would be very apparent that I found her attractive. There was very little distance between us now, and I was glad that I had the rails to lean against.*

 

[Noon_Shadow]

And he was back at the Outlook once again. He must have really enjoyed the atmosphere here. Well, and the need for a good margarita was also a factor, and the top shelf margaritas here were a godsend. He thanked the bartender and dropped a quick tip as he relaxed at a table, watching the seagulls down on the beach scavenging around for bread crumbs.

It was the time of year when it was just beginning to cool off, here. He kept his shirt on this time, not that it made a great deal of difference. The air was still warm enough, and the breeze was just cool enough to be pleasant. He looked forward to a relaxing evening.

 

[Apollion]

After a long slumber, the sun arose from the horizon.

He slowly wandered into The Outlook, gazing seaward as his charge shone in the morning sky. Reaching to scratch his chin, he discovered a beard had grown over his jaw and lips, like leaves from a tree. Preferring to be clean-shaven, the Sun God flicked his hand, the facial hair whisking away before vanishing completely.

He eventually wondered who would remember him and come say hello. It had been a while, after all.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

He's back once again. It's still pretty warm, here, and he enjoys the warm weather, even as the air outside is cooling. Something special tonight-heck, it's only once a year. Heck something girly, what the heck? Step outside his comfort zone a little bit-not like his pride is under examination. Maybe that chocolate martini thing he keeps seeing. He shrugs and orders one of those-and heck, if it's crap, he can just ask for something else.

He sits and looks out at the seat, blue waves fading out into the distance. Another year, another day. He's older than he was yesterday...when he was older than he was the day before that. And tomorrow, he'll still be older. The fuck have the last 5 years gone?

He grins, shakes his head, and sips his silly drink, crossing his legs at the ankles and propping them up on an adjacent seat.

 

[Aurantica]

Quietly walks in, smelling distinctly of salt air and wet paint, stepping lightly so as not to disturb the other residents. Orders a Irish coffee at the bar, finding a warm spot in front of the fire to dry out and warm up

Mmmmmm......

Peels off a damp wool sweater and tosss it aside, revelling in the tounges of warmth from the fireploace

Much better.

 

[Apollion]

Feeling two new people enter the Outlook, Apollo turned on the spot and nodded to Noon, before wandering after the face he hasn't properly met before. Watching her slip in front of the fireplace, he began to wonder if she wanted to be alone. Then again, having company wasn't too bad...

He slowly moved away from the doorway and approached the bar. Might as well relax.

 

[The_gladiator]

He does not come here often, yet it seems like when he comes to this place this is the place his footsteps draw him. The beach with its peace. The elf seeks this solace, the pease of the healing waves.

He sits on the sand, cross legged, hands on his knees pressed fingertip to fingertip. He bows his head and closes his eyes. His thoughts seek inward even as his senses seek outward. Sensative ears taking in the gentle lapping of the waves, the cry of the gulls, is that footsteps of a friend? No, he is mistaken. There is a peace attached to the ocean he has been craving and finding it is good, is right. There is sadness in his posture in the green eyes he now has closed, but there is also hope , although that hope seems faint at times.

 

[The_gladiator]

He slowly rose from the beach and stood, and began to move, bending and stretching flowing through the various forms of body art he favored, positions that resembled yoga but with a distinctive elvish flowing grace.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Another night, and it's fairly quiet. He slips into the Outlook, and he hits the music, turning it up and letting it ring out into the ocean air as he mixes him a quick drink. He's feeling good, lately, he's gotten back to exercising, dropped most of his bad habits, and feels like enjoying himself.

Sipping on his mojito, he dances a couple of steps before he slides down into a comfortable, padded chair, and he watches the horizon with a grin.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Running along the sand. Clothing being tossed away with every step, until I am mother naked. My heart pounds and tears flow, falling with crystalline clarity on to the sand. I take a moment to wipe them away, but it does no good. The anger and rage that I have been harboring won't allow that easy release.

So. I walk into the water. The coldness is a shock. It doesn't matter. I dive...and stroke out...away from the beach. Away from people and things...and thoughts...except those come with me. But I can refuse to think...the cold helps with that.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Floating. The waves hold me up, turn me round and round. The moon, the sliver that I see, is a joke and the darkness is as deep as I have ever seen it. It feels black as pitch in my soul...and I am beyond cold.

I wish there was a block of ice where my heart is.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I want to be at peace. To not be tossed all over the place by life's whims. I want the trust I give to be warranted. Who doesn't want that? I want to stop thinking...and maybe engage in some violent sex with some one, any one...

But that is not how one deals with shit in the world of fantasy. Flipping over, I begin the arduous journey back to shore. I need a drink. I want a drink. And dammit I am going to get it.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

An hour and a half...that's how long it took me to calm down...in the real world. Now I am back...eventually, I will make it to my haven. But not just yet. Not just now.

A deep sigh, my eyes closing against the cold night breeze off the sea. I need to find my clothes. I need to get up and walk to the Outlook proper. I need to stop behaving like a child and get it together. I will. Later.

With a snap of my fingers I am once more dressed~sweats, sneakers, a black tee. I don't look feminine...because i don't FEEL feminine. I feel...like the walking wounded. But it's ok. I am okay.

I stand, stretch and head for home.