Post by Alex on May 23, 2007 5:06:54 GMT
((Sorry, but this is a thread for Others only. I thought it would be fun to do a thread for the Others... ten years ago. Mostly because I want to play a younger Alex, but we could also build relationships and see things from a different perspective. If you have an original Other that wasn't on the island ten years ago, I suppose you can pretend that they were here anyway. Just for the heck of it. 
Remember, the plane hasn't crashed yet. So what is it really like to live in Otherville?))
It was sunny. Sunny with blue skies and not a cloud in sight. Alex was lying on her stomach in the grass, examining a flower. She was wearing a small summer dress and was barefoot, hating the restraint of shoes. Her daddy was inside reading a book. She had been running around the house being the hyperactive six-year-old that she was, so she'd been told to go play outside.
She wasn't bothered. Alex loved going outside. But there were no other kids to play with. Only grown-ups. And they were boring. Sure, they'd play with her sometimes but they mostly just did grown-up stuff. It was boring, really.
Alex plucked the flower from the bottom of the stem and rolled over on her back, not caring at all that her brown hair was going to get grass and dirt in it. She looked at the flower closer as she held it against the backdrop of the sky, enjoying the contrast of the yellow dandelion to the blue sky. One by one, Alex started to pick the petals off, humming to herself as she went. She pretended that each petal was a wish and that it would come true if she pulled it away from all the other wishes.
I wish to go camping with daddy this weekend. Down fluttered one petal.
I wish the bunny will have its babies soon. Another petal floated down to the grass.
I wish that I'll find a good book for daddy to read to me, not all those boring ones he has. One more yellow petal glided down to meet the others.
I wish the grown-ups would stop being so boring. Alex giggled at her last wish. The grown-ups were so silly sometimes. They seemed to have a secret language most of the time; she hardly ever knew what they were talking about. Why couldn't they act more like her and just have fun more often? She hoped she never got old and boring like them.
Remember, the plane hasn't crashed yet. So what is it really like to live in Otherville?))It was sunny. Sunny with blue skies and not a cloud in sight. Alex was lying on her stomach in the grass, examining a flower. She was wearing a small summer dress and was barefoot, hating the restraint of shoes. Her daddy was inside reading a book. She had been running around the house being the hyperactive six-year-old that she was, so she'd been told to go play outside.
She wasn't bothered. Alex loved going outside. But there were no other kids to play with. Only grown-ups. And they were boring. Sure, they'd play with her sometimes but they mostly just did grown-up stuff. It was boring, really.
Alex plucked the flower from the bottom of the stem and rolled over on her back, not caring at all that her brown hair was going to get grass and dirt in it. She looked at the flower closer as she held it against the backdrop of the sky, enjoying the contrast of the yellow dandelion to the blue sky. One by one, Alex started to pick the petals off, humming to herself as she went. She pretended that each petal was a wish and that it would come true if she pulled it away from all the other wishes.
I wish to go camping with daddy this weekend. Down fluttered one petal.
I wish the bunny will have its babies soon. Another petal floated down to the grass.
I wish that I'll find a good book for daddy to read to me, not all those boring ones he has. One more yellow petal glided down to meet the others.
I wish the grown-ups would stop being so boring. Alex giggled at her last wish. The grown-ups were so silly sometimes. They seemed to have a secret language most of the time; she hardly ever knew what they were talking about. Why couldn't they act more like her and just have fun more often? She hoped she never got old and boring like them.
