Lazin' On A Sunny Afternoon ::Open::

[Pennie Webb]

Pennie stomped her foot on the brake, bringing her car to an abrupt halt. Of course, it wasn't her intent for the movement to be so sudden, but Pennie never could tell her own strength. She gently tapped the accelerator again and moved the gear stick, backing the car into a nearby space. A wave of guilt came over her as the old Triumph Herald creaked in a way which she imagined an old person getting up would sound like, providing the car was a person and not a block of beautifully shaped metal. Pennie knew herself that she wasn't a very, well, caring driver. And she really did owe the car a good wax or re-paint, or something along those lines. She killed the engine and then grabbed her handbag from the passenger seat, getting out of the car and carefully locking up.

After locking the car, Pennie turned around to take a look at the park area spread in front of her. As she expected, it was half full of kids enjoying the good weather. She took her iPod out of her cardigan pocket and put her earbuds in, music was the one proven method to drown out the kids shouting. She lifted the large sunglasses from on top of her head and placed them over her eyes, beginning the walk into the park. For once in a good while, Pennie had a day off which wasn't going to be filled with cleaning, decorating or some sort of paperwork. Thankful for this, she had gotten herself in the care and down to the park as soon as she possibly could, which was rather quick considering Pennie was on par with turtles.

Her white plimsoll's padded on the path as she walked along in a near enough skip. The sunshine always put her in a good mood, and teamed with the happy look on her face from the music, it was no wonder a couple of old women gave her peculiar looks. Sooner than she would have liked, Pennie was walking aroound the adge of the pond. The ducks were out in full force and there was some children feeding them slices of bread. Pennie smiled as the memory of doing that with her mother as a child returned, but not for too long. The other familiar thought of her mother returned, bringing a momentary frown. Without even realising, Pennie had stopped walking and was standing by the edge, staring into space. She shook her head, returning her thoughts back to present time, and headed to a bench.

She stopped in front of a small bench and quickly glanced around her from some sort of nervous habit, then swept her hands under the skirt of her dress to hold it as she sat down. Pennie crossed her right leg over the other and nestled back on the bench, watching out around her again. Her mind started to wander again. She was thinking about - rather surprisingly - England, and about what it would be like if she went back. She wasn't fond of it of course, but nothing interesting seemed to be happening in her life recently. She dropped her head back a little, resting the back of it against the top of the wood. Pennie stared up at the sky, watching the birds fly back and forth.

[Kelvin Archer]

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[Pennie Webb]

As Penelope stared up at the sky, she felt herself slowly starting to drift off. She would have dearly loved to have just fallen asleep, as night shifts weren't doing anything good for her. Instead she reached her hand down for her iPod, deciding that she needed something louder to keep her away. Petula Clark just wasn't doing it for her anymore. She stared down at the bit of technology and scrolled through the albums she had. It was one of those annoying situations where you know a certain song is there, but can't for love nor money find the thing. In her quest for the song, she just so happened to have her attention drawn by a guy walking down the path. Whether he got her attention by sudden movement or looks was a debate though. Penelope smiled to herself and went back to scrolling on her menu.

After wasting far too large a period of time looking over and over on the useless piece of machinery, Penelope slipped her earbuds out wrapped them around the iPod, before returning it to it's little home in her pocket. Is it weird to consider a pocket an iPods home? Penelope thought, suddenly intrigued by the idea. She had always been adamant that inanimate objects had some sort of feelings, why Penelope thought that though she could not for the life of her fathom. She dropped her leg down from resting it on the other and then stretched them both out in front of her, crossing them at the ankles. In her little zoning-out/mental-debate time, she had got a major case of pins and needles, and it was the hardest thing to not sit giggling at the feeling of them. She glanced around for something to take her attention and noticed that the guy from earlier had now sat down across from her.

Extremely happy to be wearing sunglasses, Penelope watched the guy. He appeared to be still there for the same reason that she was now staying at the park - sheer boredom. She turned her head back straight forward, watching the leaves and grass sway in a gentle breeze. The main reason she turned was because she had the awful feeling that she had been caught on staring, and that would probably make her seem plain weird. She chewed lightly on her lip, and then turned back a little to look in the direction of the guy. "Hello..." She smiled, deciding to introduce herself as he was the only other person there with no company. When he made no movement she assumed he hadn't heard her and so repeated herself a little louder. "Hi," she called over. As Penelope thought about what to add onto that sentence, she realised she kind of recognised him from somewhere. "Nightclub guy, right?" Penelope asked.

[Kelvin Archer]

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[Pennie Webb]

Penelope smiled and shimmied across the bench a little whenever night club guy seemed to notice she was speaking. She leaned forward whenever he introduced himself and smiled as she took his hand and shook it lightly. When he noted that they hadn’t met before, she frowned slightly for a moment at how she had forgotten to say who she was and may have seemed kind of odd randomly talking to him. ”Oh yeah! No, no, we haven’t met. I’ve just seen you at your club before and when I’ve been in work and stuff. I’m Penelope Webb. I usually go by Pennie though,” she smiled, pointlessly informing him. Penelope then wondered why she had even bothered telling him her full name rather than the shortened version. It made her sound like some jittery teenager or something. ’Not that long ago though…’ She thought, remembering it was just a couple of years ago.

Penelope blinked a couple of times and realised she had zoned out horribly. Glancing back at Kelv, she wondered how long she had been out of it and if she had been staring at him or something horribly cringe worthy like that. She pushed up the sleeves of her cardigan a little and then tried to come up with a new question. ”So, um…” She started, not actually having the question formed in her head, then one came to her. ”How long have you had the club? It’s really awesome,” she commented after her question, adding a little smile. She didn’t have many friends since her return to New Zealand, most of them seemed to be gone or junkies, so she wanted to make a good impression on befriending Kelv.