Post by Bindy Trent on Dec 2, 2016 0:26:14 GMT -5
Reaching into the canvas tote bag between her feet Bindy pulled out a loaf of sourdough bread that she’d recently purchased from Panera and tore off a piece. Offering it to the older man she was sitting next to she literally was committing the act of breaking bread and looking back on it would probably find that rather amusing in her genetically inherited new age hippie-dippie mind. For the moment though she was just a person, sitting with another person and enjoying the brisk afternoon in Elmira, New York.
For much of the day she’d been exploring the city on foot, looking for out of the way attractions the average person would miss or not find worthwhile. After some time of all of that her dogs were barking metaphorically and it was time for rest. The first bus stop she came across seemed as good as any. Most people would have been put off by the obviously homeless man who was already resting there, his shopping cart saddled up next to the bench he was lightly dozing on but not Bindy.
No, instead she introduced herself and in turn found out the man’s natural name was Barnaby, but he went simply by 'Bean.' While she offered him the bread he produced a flask from the inside of his beyond well-weathered and gratuitously stained pea coat and tried to offer some of it to her. Bindy smiled and waved it off.
ɷBEANɷ
Not a drinker? Me either, but I can’t think of a better way to get this whiskey in my body!
He chortled a loud phlegmy laugh.
»BINDY«
Sometimes I am. I got this thing coming up though and I’m trying to be responsible about it and treat my body well. Lots of water, low sugars, all that good stuff but none of the fun. That way I can justify the day after eating an entire pan of brownies to myself.
ɷBEANɷ
Sports, eh? Reminds me of my college days when I used t’ cut weight before the football season started. I was a wide receiver ya know, and man I could tear a path down that turf like you ain’t ever seen. QB was a shit throw though, couldn’t put a ball between two barn doors or his mama’s spread thighs to save his life and I got the flack for that. Made it up to him the following year by bangin’ his girl though. Stephanie Hurst, weee-ooh. Now that was a lady.
The colorful language didn’t bother her as it might some. She snickered under her breath about it.
»BINDY«
You know who’s got the right idea in football? Linebackers. Just get as big as a Maytag. Food, food, lift some weights, and more food. That’s the sort of fitness regiment I could get behind. I mean, I guess that’s still an option for me too, but I have such weak ankles.
She lifted a foot up off the ground and moved it through the air in a circle, displaying previously said flimsy ankles.
»BINDY«
I’m not sure they’d be any good trying to support a massive frame. Who knows, might be worth a try. I mean everything is worth a try, at least once.
Bean gave her a side long saucy sort of look and she rolled her eyes. Men, they were all the same. No matter what country you went to or what class of living they belonged in there was just no changing them. Maybe that was part of their charm though. She found herself beginning to think of her opponent just barely, wondering what made him up as man, besides just the common denominator she’d just been pondering on.
She’d been so excited to get going in AWE as soon as she’d been accepted, and she still was, but the dead air on the other end of her connection with Ben Haskell made her nervous. Perhaps he just wasn’t as excited as she was about the whole thing and so he wasn’t giving it much thought, or maybe he was giving it far more thought than he was going to let on. Maybe this whole time he was planning something super secretive and in just a few days time she was going to be absolutely blindsided by it.
It had her thinking about it all more than she wanted to. Bindy wanted to go out, wrestle, win or lose, and then go back to being the adrift balloon in the wind sort of person she’d always been. Go and take a vacation in a native American sweat lodge or whatever struck her fancy between shows, not spend that time worrying about another combatant. But here she was doing just that.
ɷBEANɷ
Penny fir yer thoughts?
Bean had watched as she sort of slipped out of the present and into her own mind and now brought her back to reality. She pulled off another piece of bread, small enough to stick it in her cheek and gnawing on while talking around it.
»BINDY«
Ehhhh, just life, man. The people in it. Too many of them make you stress out. There this guy ... Not that kind of guy, but this dude at my job basically. I’m not sure what his deal is so I’m trying not to over-think it and in the process still managing to over-think it.
ɷBEANɷ
Personally, never was much of one myself fir givin’ too much stock to other peoples’ thoughts and opinions. As you may or may not’ve been able to pick up on.
»BINDY«
You know, something about you seemed like the free spirit type.
The young woman chuckled, before sucking on her top row of teeth.
»BINDY«
Yeeaah, you’re right though. No sense in worrying about everyone else. Can’t control them. Can barely understand half of them either and for some reason every now and then I guess I start thinking that maybe I should start trying to act like them. You know, start worrying about being responsible, wearing ugly over priced clothes, all that soul crushing shit.
ɷBEANɷ
Might as well just buy a burial plot and lay down in it. That ain’t no way to live. Though I s’pose maybe I’m not exactly what anyone would consider a life coach.
»BINDY«
I don’t know, figure you probably have a head full of more knowledge than most people. Anyone who’s learned to be happy with what they have rather than make themselves miserable chasing after shit they don’t need has got at least something going right upstairs. So maybe I’ll just take a little Bean bit of wisdom and run with that. Sound good?
ɷBEANɷ
Heh, sounds fair as it can be. Another bit of advice for ya?
»BINDY«
Yeah?
ɷBEANɷ
Pretty girls should never waste their time over any one guy. So whatever that schmuck was that was botherin’ you , firget him. He’s a bum. And NEVER pay top shelf price for your hooch. Whiskey in a plastic bottle will keep you just as warm as the kind in glass.
A large transit bus had been chugging down the street, and as it rolled up to the stop its brakes squealed and hissed until it came to a complete halt. With that, it was time for Bindy to make her departure. Rising to her feet she gathered up her bags. As she was juggling to get the loaf of bread into her arms along with the other items she thought better of it, and sat it down on the bench which she had previously occupied.
»BINDY«
Why don’t you keep this? Consider it payment for all your sage words. Besides, I got enough to carry around as it is. Take care of yourself Bean. Maybe if I’m in town again soon I’ll drop by.
She picked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. As she ascended the first step onto the bus she gave Bean a nod, looking back at him just momentarily as to not hold up the whole ride. Once she was several feet down the aisle, looking for a seat, she had a sobering thought.
»BINDY«
Wait, I don’t even think this is the right bus…
Whatever, it wasn’t like one more adventure and jaunt around the city would hurt her.
[OOC: I wanted to put more into this, but my brain was just not having it. Sorry folks!]
For much of the day she’d been exploring the city on foot, looking for out of the way attractions the average person would miss or not find worthwhile. After some time of all of that her dogs were barking metaphorically and it was time for rest. The first bus stop she came across seemed as good as any. Most people would have been put off by the obviously homeless man who was already resting there, his shopping cart saddled up next to the bench he was lightly dozing on but not Bindy.
No, instead she introduced herself and in turn found out the man’s natural name was Barnaby, but he went simply by 'Bean.' While she offered him the bread he produced a flask from the inside of his beyond well-weathered and gratuitously stained pea coat and tried to offer some of it to her. Bindy smiled and waved it off.
ɷBEANɷ
Not a drinker? Me either, but I can’t think of a better way to get this whiskey in my body!
He chortled a loud phlegmy laugh.
»BINDY«
Sometimes I am. I got this thing coming up though and I’m trying to be responsible about it and treat my body well. Lots of water, low sugars, all that good stuff but none of the fun. That way I can justify the day after eating an entire pan of brownies to myself.
ɷBEANɷ
Sports, eh? Reminds me of my college days when I used t’ cut weight before the football season started. I was a wide receiver ya know, and man I could tear a path down that turf like you ain’t ever seen. QB was a shit throw though, couldn’t put a ball between two barn doors or his mama’s spread thighs to save his life and I got the flack for that. Made it up to him the following year by bangin’ his girl though. Stephanie Hurst, weee-ooh. Now that was a lady.
The colorful language didn’t bother her as it might some. She snickered under her breath about it.
»BINDY«
You know who’s got the right idea in football? Linebackers. Just get as big as a Maytag. Food, food, lift some weights, and more food. That’s the sort of fitness regiment I could get behind. I mean, I guess that’s still an option for me too, but I have such weak ankles.
She lifted a foot up off the ground and moved it through the air in a circle, displaying previously said flimsy ankles.
»BINDY«
I’m not sure they’d be any good trying to support a massive frame. Who knows, might be worth a try. I mean everything is worth a try, at least once.
Bean gave her a side long saucy sort of look and she rolled her eyes. Men, they were all the same. No matter what country you went to or what class of living they belonged in there was just no changing them. Maybe that was part of their charm though. She found herself beginning to think of her opponent just barely, wondering what made him up as man, besides just the common denominator she’d just been pondering on.
She’d been so excited to get going in AWE as soon as she’d been accepted, and she still was, but the dead air on the other end of her connection with Ben Haskell made her nervous. Perhaps he just wasn’t as excited as she was about the whole thing and so he wasn’t giving it much thought, or maybe he was giving it far more thought than he was going to let on. Maybe this whole time he was planning something super secretive and in just a few days time she was going to be absolutely blindsided by it.
It had her thinking about it all more than she wanted to. Bindy wanted to go out, wrestle, win or lose, and then go back to being the adrift balloon in the wind sort of person she’d always been. Go and take a vacation in a native American sweat lodge or whatever struck her fancy between shows, not spend that time worrying about another combatant. But here she was doing just that.
ɷBEANɷ
Penny fir yer thoughts?
Bean had watched as she sort of slipped out of the present and into her own mind and now brought her back to reality. She pulled off another piece of bread, small enough to stick it in her cheek and gnawing on while talking around it.
»BINDY«
Ehhhh, just life, man. The people in it. Too many of them make you stress out. There this guy ... Not that kind of guy, but this dude at my job basically. I’m not sure what his deal is so I’m trying not to over-think it and in the process still managing to over-think it.
ɷBEANɷ
Personally, never was much of one myself fir givin’ too much stock to other peoples’ thoughts and opinions. As you may or may not’ve been able to pick up on.
»BINDY«
You know, something about you seemed like the free spirit type.
The young woman chuckled, before sucking on her top row of teeth.
»BINDY«
Yeeaah, you’re right though. No sense in worrying about everyone else. Can’t control them. Can barely understand half of them either and for some reason every now and then I guess I start thinking that maybe I should start trying to act like them. You know, start worrying about being responsible, wearing ugly over priced clothes, all that soul crushing shit.
ɷBEANɷ
Might as well just buy a burial plot and lay down in it. That ain’t no way to live. Though I s’pose maybe I’m not exactly what anyone would consider a life coach.
»BINDY«
I don’t know, figure you probably have a head full of more knowledge than most people. Anyone who’s learned to be happy with what they have rather than make themselves miserable chasing after shit they don’t need has got at least something going right upstairs. So maybe I’ll just take a little Bean bit of wisdom and run with that. Sound good?
ɷBEANɷ
Heh, sounds fair as it can be. Another bit of advice for ya?
»BINDY«
Yeah?
ɷBEANɷ
Pretty girls should never waste their time over any one guy. So whatever that schmuck was that was botherin’ you , firget him. He’s a bum. And NEVER pay top shelf price for your hooch. Whiskey in a plastic bottle will keep you just as warm as the kind in glass.
A large transit bus had been chugging down the street, and as it rolled up to the stop its brakes squealed and hissed until it came to a complete halt. With that, it was time for Bindy to make her departure. Rising to her feet she gathered up her bags. As she was juggling to get the loaf of bread into her arms along with the other items she thought better of it, and sat it down on the bench which she had previously occupied.
»BINDY«
Why don’t you keep this? Consider it payment for all your sage words. Besides, I got enough to carry around as it is. Take care of yourself Bean. Maybe if I’m in town again soon I’ll drop by.
She picked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder. As she ascended the first step onto the bus she gave Bean a nod, looking back at him just momentarily as to not hold up the whole ride. Once she was several feet down the aisle, looking for a seat, she had a sobering thought.
»BINDY«
Wait, I don’t even think this is the right bus…
Whatever, it wasn’t like one more adventure and jaunt around the city would hurt her.
[OOC: I wanted to put more into this, but my brain was just not having it. Sorry folks!]