Post by lotus on Dec 8, 2004 4:02:12 GMT -5
You will be lucky to get a story from me today because I am listening to Alice Cooper and grooving along with the music but here it goes anyway. (“Well you might as be on Mars” is the last song.)
For Pancake:
Pancake worked in the city and for most of the day and she felt trapped. There are so many cars and people everywhere that it is like a concrete jungle. Where on earth could you get privacy in New York City?
Today, she felt a bit depressed but looked on the bright side, never the less.
The lights could have gone out in New York again and she would find it difficult to get home, let alone see her way about that concrete jungle she worked in.
She bucked up when she thought of the lights going out in New York. The city could be a funny place to be after all. Pancake laughed to herself about anything that could go wrong and be amusing.
The lights in the office were on and everything was quite bright until, to her amazement, the lights went out in New York City. Pancake felt like she was a bit prophetic at that time. While everyone else moaned and complained, she laughed and thought it to be quite amusing.
“Oh no! Lotus has already joked about last time the lights went out in New York. The group "Another 1000 Miles" had, jokingly, blamed it on their drummer, Malcolm Xerxes, for using his electric drumsticks.” She spoke aloud and some people had heard her comment.
“Well perhaps he would like to stop using the electric drumsticks then. Tell your friend to mention to him that he should stick to a bit of acting and stunt work, instead.” They shook their head and mused at her comment, as well as cursing the electricians in the city as well. Where on earth do they keep their power supply? In a mine shaft perhaps??
It was coming to the end of the day and she had no idea how she would be put up with the traffic. Whether the traffic was people walking the streets, cursing the city, or the cars on the road, it didn’t really matter. People were now in an extremely glum mood.
As she walked out of the office, ready to walk home, she tripped and twisted her ankle slightly. It was rather painful but everyone walked around her and ignored her, except for one person. He was a young man with blonde hair and his accent amused her.
“Are you alright? That certainly was a nasty fall.” Said the Texan.
“I would have been perfectly fine if I hadn’t fallen and twisted my ankle. I feel so foolish.” replied Pancake.
“Don’t worry about it. This city really can give a person a headache! At least where I am staying, they have a generator as a backup, so at least something works around here. I will be glad that the lifts are working. I would hate to walk up all those stairs in the motel. I’m on the top floor!” he exclaimed.
The tall, blonde haired Texan picked Pancake up and carried her across the road, to where he was staying, with the idea of taking her up to his large room and check on her ankle.
Just as Pancake was about to complain and comment that she would be all right, she noticed who the tall young man was. Her mouth opened a bit and all that came out was “Owe, Owen Wilson?” She almost stuttered.
Owen turned and looked at her and smiled. “Yes, I am Owen Wilson and what is your name? It seems impolite of me to refer to you as ‘the woman that fell down and hurt herself’” he mused at that thought, and smiled. She could she his wonderful, caring side and she smiled back, saying, “My name is Pancake.”
“You sound too good to be true and entirely delicious. I think that you have just made me hungry. How about having some dinner in my room? I will remain a perfect gentleman for you and treat you like the lady, that you are.” He smiled and his blue eyes sparkled in the light within the motel.
Pancake accepted his offer and felt like she was the luckiest female on the planet.
They entered the lift when it opened and Owen carried Pancake to his room. He didn’t mind carrying such an attractive woman at all.
When they reached Owen’s room, Pancake realized that it must be the Penthouse. It was so large and wonderful. Owen put her down on the floor and helped her to a couch near the large glass doors that led to the balcony. When she looked outside she could see the stars appearing in the sky. It certainly got dark very quickly when the lights go out in New York. It could be a beautiful site when you are at the top of a building, staring up at the sky.
“It looks lovely outside right now.” Commented Pancake.
“Yes, it is truly a lovely site. I will take you outside to look at the stars in a moment. You won’t want to stay in this stuffy room all the time. I prefer the fresh air and a lot of privacy. Privacy is something that is hard to come by these days. For me it is anyway.” Said Owen.
“I feel sorry for you that you are always scrutinised by the public and hounded by the media.” Mentioned Pancake.
“Oh, I suppose that I should expect that but it can be annoying at times. It would be nice to go out with a wonderful woman and not be noticed. It certainly is not good for a relationship.” Owen looked slightly sad as he thought of about his relationships that had broken up because of that very problem.
He soon smiled at her and felt all right.
He ordered some dinner and after they had eaten, he took her out onto the balcony to see the stars.
“How is your ankle right now?” asked Owen.
“Much better thank you.” Replied Pancake.
As they stared up at the stars, Pancake felt his arms surround her and they felt warm and tender. She was feeling a tad woozy knowing that Owen was giving her a hug and keeping her warm.
There was a slight breeze out on the balcony and Pancake’s hair was blowing gently.
“You have beautiful, long curly hair. I love looking at your black hair as it moves in the breeze. She felt his warm hand gently touch the side of her face and he brushed her hair back slightly. Moving around her, he stood in front of Pancake and smiled. “Your eyes have a golden tinge to your lovely brown eyes. They glow in the moonlight and the stars make them shine. You are such a beautiful woman.” Commented Owen with a large smile on his face. His blue eyes sparkled when he smiled. Owen bent down the kissed Pancake on the lips while hugging her at the same time. Pancake reciprocated. His arms were strong but he was gentle with her and his warm kiss made her feel euphoric. She felt quite safe in his arms and that night would always be remembered.
Pancake thought about the planets up in the sky and the stars that sparkled near them. She had compared the planet Mars to the mythical, Roman, god of war and she felt protected by Owen and told him her thoughts. She had thought that Owen was like the god Mars.
Owen then compared her to Venus, the Roman goddess of love and beauty.
They laughed and mused about their thoughts, as they spoke to each other.
It seemed to be a very mythical night for Pancake and the night she spent with Owen, was something to keep in her heart for eternity.
For Pancake:
Pancake worked in the city and for most of the day and she felt trapped. There are so many cars and people everywhere that it is like a concrete jungle. Where on earth could you get privacy in New York City?
Today, she felt a bit depressed but looked on the bright side, never the less.
The lights could have gone out in New York again and she would find it difficult to get home, let alone see her way about that concrete jungle she worked in.
She bucked up when she thought of the lights going out in New York. The city could be a funny place to be after all. Pancake laughed to herself about anything that could go wrong and be amusing.
The lights in the office were on and everything was quite bright until, to her amazement, the lights went out in New York City. Pancake felt like she was a bit prophetic at that time. While everyone else moaned and complained, she laughed and thought it to be quite amusing.
“Oh no! Lotus has already joked about last time the lights went out in New York. The group "Another 1000 Miles" had, jokingly, blamed it on their drummer, Malcolm Xerxes, for using his electric drumsticks.” She spoke aloud and some people had heard her comment.
“Well perhaps he would like to stop using the electric drumsticks then. Tell your friend to mention to him that he should stick to a bit of acting and stunt work, instead.” They shook their head and mused at her comment, as well as cursing the electricians in the city as well. Where on earth do they keep their power supply? In a mine shaft perhaps??
It was coming to the end of the day and she had no idea how she would be put up with the traffic. Whether the traffic was people walking the streets, cursing the city, or the cars on the road, it didn’t really matter. People were now in an extremely glum mood.
As she walked out of the office, ready to walk home, she tripped and twisted her ankle slightly. It was rather painful but everyone walked around her and ignored her, except for one person. He was a young man with blonde hair and his accent amused her.
“Are you alright? That certainly was a nasty fall.” Said the Texan.
“I would have been perfectly fine if I hadn’t fallen and twisted my ankle. I feel so foolish.” replied Pancake.
“Don’t worry about it. This city really can give a person a headache! At least where I am staying, they have a generator as a backup, so at least something works around here. I will be glad that the lifts are working. I would hate to walk up all those stairs in the motel. I’m on the top floor!” he exclaimed.
The tall, blonde haired Texan picked Pancake up and carried her across the road, to where he was staying, with the idea of taking her up to his large room and check on her ankle.
Just as Pancake was about to complain and comment that she would be all right, she noticed who the tall young man was. Her mouth opened a bit and all that came out was “Owe, Owen Wilson?” She almost stuttered.
Owen turned and looked at her and smiled. “Yes, I am Owen Wilson and what is your name? It seems impolite of me to refer to you as ‘the woman that fell down and hurt herself’” he mused at that thought, and smiled. She could she his wonderful, caring side and she smiled back, saying, “My name is Pancake.”
“You sound too good to be true and entirely delicious. I think that you have just made me hungry. How about having some dinner in my room? I will remain a perfect gentleman for you and treat you like the lady, that you are.” He smiled and his blue eyes sparkled in the light within the motel.
Pancake accepted his offer and felt like she was the luckiest female on the planet.
They entered the lift when it opened and Owen carried Pancake to his room. He didn’t mind carrying such an attractive woman at all.
When they reached Owen’s room, Pancake realized that it must be the Penthouse. It was so large and wonderful. Owen put her down on the floor and helped her to a couch near the large glass doors that led to the balcony. When she looked outside she could see the stars appearing in the sky. It certainly got dark very quickly when the lights go out in New York. It could be a beautiful site when you are at the top of a building, staring up at the sky.
“It looks lovely outside right now.” Commented Pancake.
“Yes, it is truly a lovely site. I will take you outside to look at the stars in a moment. You won’t want to stay in this stuffy room all the time. I prefer the fresh air and a lot of privacy. Privacy is something that is hard to come by these days. For me it is anyway.” Said Owen.
“I feel sorry for you that you are always scrutinised by the public and hounded by the media.” Mentioned Pancake.
“Oh, I suppose that I should expect that but it can be annoying at times. It would be nice to go out with a wonderful woman and not be noticed. It certainly is not good for a relationship.” Owen looked slightly sad as he thought of about his relationships that had broken up because of that very problem.
He soon smiled at her and felt all right.
He ordered some dinner and after they had eaten, he took her out onto the balcony to see the stars.
“How is your ankle right now?” asked Owen.
“Much better thank you.” Replied Pancake.
As they stared up at the stars, Pancake felt his arms surround her and they felt warm and tender. She was feeling a tad woozy knowing that Owen was giving her a hug and keeping her warm.
There was a slight breeze out on the balcony and Pancake’s hair was blowing gently.
“You have beautiful, long curly hair. I love looking at your black hair as it moves in the breeze. She felt his warm hand gently touch the side of her face and he brushed her hair back slightly. Moving around her, he stood in front of Pancake and smiled. “Your eyes have a golden tinge to your lovely brown eyes. They glow in the moonlight and the stars make them shine. You are such a beautiful woman.” Commented Owen with a large smile on his face. His blue eyes sparkled when he smiled. Owen bent down the kissed Pancake on the lips while hugging her at the same time. Pancake reciprocated. His arms were strong but he was gentle with her and his warm kiss made her feel euphoric. She felt quite safe in his arms and that night would always be remembered.
Pancake thought about the planets up in the sky and the stars that sparkled near them. She had compared the planet Mars to the mythical, Roman, god of war and she felt protected by Owen and told him her thoughts. She had thought that Owen was like the god Mars.
Owen then compared her to Venus, the Roman goddess of love and beauty.
They laughed and mused about their thoughts, as they spoke to each other.
It seemed to be a very mythical night for Pancake and the night she spent with Owen, was something to keep in her heart for eternity.