somewhere out there [open] Feb 28, 2009 12:38:45 GMT 10
Post by lilybby on Feb 28, 2009 12:38:45 GMT 10
You're falling back to me
The star that I can
I know you're out there
Somewhere out there
The pitter-patter of rain tapped out a steady rhythm against the glass cage atop the famous Seattle Space Needle. Despite this, nighttime tourists still clamored about, determined to admire the view and snapped away with their cameras. Hunter sat in the middle of this, leaning against the iron rails that kept the visitors safely fenced in from any danger. He was used to the crowds. New York was full of them. He was used to the height too. He'd been to the Empire State Building what seemed like a thousand times, after all. Nonetheless, it didn't take away from breathtaking splendor of the Rainy City. Something about the far-off city lights obscured by the pouring rain had an artistry that the boy could really appreciate.
He wasn't sketching. Or writing. Or pondering some deep, philosophical meaning-of-life-esque idea. He was just sitting about, trying his best not to be in the way. Hunter liked doing this sort of thing. Sitting in a public place and just watch the world pass by. It was a hobby of sorts. Usually, however, Hunter would pick a library or a public square or any general area where he could waste away his day without getting much trouble. He'd hardly ever paid to loiter, before.
The Space Needle, on the other hand, had been a purely romantic fancy that had struck him as he'd been walking about town. Hunter wasn't exactly the type to act upon arbitrary impulses, but this idea simply wouldn't go away until he'd done something about it. After all, he'd been in Seattle for over a year now, and he'd not once been on its most famous landmark. That certainly didn't seem right. So, the boy shelled out a pretty penny for a ticket and took the elevator to the famed observation deck. Ironically, he found the view to be markedly less interesting than the people. So, the boy set himself down as out of way as he could manage and contented himself with watching the hustle and bustle against the blurry backdrop of the city.
It was mostly tourists, of course, all frustratedly trying to get a good photograph of the city. Of course, the rain made this difficult, though it didn't stop anyone from pushing and shoving their way into the few clear areas. Some posed for "candid" photos, staring blankly out into something off the screen while others smiled brightly into the frames of complete strangers. The few locals all appeared to be couples, each clearly contained in their own little worlds. It made sense; this was, after all, one of the most romantic spots in the city.
Hunter leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. The drumming of the rain was soothing, and he could've very well have drifted off to sleep to it. In fact, that seemed like a good idea. A nap in the sky. It seemed like the whimsical sort of thing that he didn't necessarily enjoy doing but enjoyed observing. Nonetheless, it seemed like the perfect idea at the moment. So, the boy let the rain's steady tempo slowly lull him into that state of semi-consciousness.
Unfortunately, just as he was about to cross the threshold into sleep, his hand was crushed beneath someone's foot. The pain immediately snapped him from his coziness. His eyes shot open and he cursed, a bit loudly than he would've wanted. He immediately turned up his head for a look at the perpetrator.