Post by Roxanne Turner on Oct 22, 2007 16:43:40 GMT -5
The world does not revolve around one person.
Roxanne walked around the streets of Bethel, her head thinking about things again. Many shops had remarkable saying on them- some simple like the one she just read, others more complex and deeper than the first go-around. She came upon the trolley stop, where she was picked up by the red box-like train thing that took her from the center of the town to the outer skirt, the ports to be exact.
Jake had left his lunch on the counter, and being the nice and considerate cousin she was, Roxanne offered to bring it in. She did not work in the day time anyway- so it would fill up her time instead of being bored as usual.
Reaching the port about half an hour later, Roxanne stepped off, a brush of cold air filling the entrance of the trolley as she did. This was not the normal day. A storm was coming in, the air was unusually calm, only a short breeze or two forming off the coast and bringing in what smelt like fish and more fish. The coast guard station sat on the far right of the port, at the opening of the bay that the port sat in.
She loved this place, as when she was young, her father would take her here to watch him load up onto his research boat and she’d play hide and go seek around with the other children, who were all a year or two older than she, and try and catch a seagull every once in a while. Things had changed since those times. The younger kids she played with were grown up and working- or still in school- or gone to find a different atmosphere. Roxanne was still stuck in Alaska, not that she wanted to leave- completely. She did have those urges to pack up her belongings and move somewhere different, like Peru or something. Why Peru? No clue- it was just a place completely different from this. All this was white, never orange or lush green. At least, not in this part of Alaska.
She walked along the port, saying hello to those who knew her- getting glances from the new arrivals.
“If all the girls look like her- I say welcome home…” one of the sailors who were unloading fish muttered to another as Roxanne walked by without a glance.
The other nodded as his eyes trailed the female walking towards the station.
Roxanne walked around the streets of Bethel, her head thinking about things again. Many shops had remarkable saying on them- some simple like the one she just read, others more complex and deeper than the first go-around. She came upon the trolley stop, where she was picked up by the red box-like train thing that took her from the center of the town to the outer skirt, the ports to be exact.
Jake had left his lunch on the counter, and being the nice and considerate cousin she was, Roxanne offered to bring it in. She did not work in the day time anyway- so it would fill up her time instead of being bored as usual.
Reaching the port about half an hour later, Roxanne stepped off, a brush of cold air filling the entrance of the trolley as she did. This was not the normal day. A storm was coming in, the air was unusually calm, only a short breeze or two forming off the coast and bringing in what smelt like fish and more fish. The coast guard station sat on the far right of the port, at the opening of the bay that the port sat in.
She loved this place, as when she was young, her father would take her here to watch him load up onto his research boat and she’d play hide and go seek around with the other children, who were all a year or two older than she, and try and catch a seagull every once in a while. Things had changed since those times. The younger kids she played with were grown up and working- or still in school- or gone to find a different atmosphere. Roxanne was still stuck in Alaska, not that she wanted to leave- completely. She did have those urges to pack up her belongings and move somewhere different, like Peru or something. Why Peru? No clue- it was just a place completely different from this. All this was white, never orange or lush green. At least, not in this part of Alaska.
She walked along the port, saying hello to those who knew her- getting glances from the new arrivals.
“If all the girls look like her- I say welcome home…” one of the sailors who were unloading fish muttered to another as Roxanne walked by without a glance.
The other nodded as his eyes trailed the female walking towards the station.