OOC: I'm writing the tales, because I have a good idea of what the world will look like, but I haven't been able to fully write it out yet.
Century 21 in the City of Energy
March 23, 2010
Cape Town, South Africa
The streets of Cape Town were their usual bounciness. This is nothing unusual, as the young populace of Cape Town, complete with its massive herd of tourists and many young servicemen from the Commonwealth-American military base on False Bay, flooded the bars and clubs that lined the Atlantic Coast almost the entire distance from Ysterplaat to Clifton, usually after watching the sun set over the Atlantic. The docklands, as usual, has so many yachts one could hardly believe these was any water beneath them.
For Sergeant Shane Bakerson, USAF, this was his first trip down into the city. Having just arrived in South Africa two weeks before and spending much of his time learning engouh Afrikaans to get by (forgetting that English and French worked here too), he'd finally ventured out to the city, riding one of the many thousands of minibuses that made up a dominant form on Cape Town streets. Dreams, Spirit anhd Future Two were already full, as expected - they always filled up early - so he settled for a club called Century 21. Not a bad name, he thought. South Africans had their own brand of English, he knew, but so far he hadn't had an issue, as he got off the bus and headed into the club.
The inside of Century 21 was like most clubs, rows upon rows of LED lights, multiple decks of dancers, several bars and music loud enough to cause a headache. Good thing I'm used to flying jets, Shane thought. He walked up to the bar and ordered a drink....
....This caught the eye of Kilani Sibonakaliso, a 24-year-old advertising deskwoman. Dark-skinned, Kilani had the body of Athena, but had suffered from issues with many guys - she'd had so many dates go bad, she couldn't begin to count them. But she had never tried a service man before. She'd heard many stories about the men who served on the False Bay base, and how many of them found views and girlfriends in South Africa. Maybe it's my turn, she thought ot herself.
Interested, she headed towards the bar herself....
....Shane saw her coming, and was intrigued. Damn, has she got a body, he thought to himself. Is she coming for me? That got his heart racing at a mile a minute. What the heck am I gonna say to her? That thought had barely enough time to form itself before she made it to the bar, just as the bartender brought his Long Island.
"Good evening, stranger. Seems you are looking for something, huh?"
A jaw-dropping body and a seductive voice. Shit, how did this happen? He tried to push confidence forward. "Just having a drink at a club. Not looking for anything in particular, ya know?"
She knew right off he was nervous. Maybe these men are better than the local morons. "You seem a bit nervous around me. I thought you service guys had the dicks of iron and heads of mud."
Shane laughed loudly. "I guess I'm not one of those guys then." Let it ride, Shane.....
Kilani was liking this guy already. "Kilani Sibonakaliso."
"Shane Bakerson."
"Bakerson. Sounds American. Marines? Peace Corps?"
"Air Force. A pilot."
A pilot without a bravado problem. This IS a rare one. "I wish I could say I did something exciting like that."
Shane laughed at that. He didn't drive fighters, and he didn't know how exciting flying a helicopter was.
"I just drive helicopters. The fighter boys make fun of me for it."
"Why is that?"
"They get to say they go fast, and I get to fly slow and drop things." He smiled for effect. "What is it you do?"
"I just sell advertising. Boring as it gets."
Time to throw the pass. "A woman as beautiful as you? I'd have picked you out for model or actress."
Either this guy is trying too hard, or he's just too polite for his own good. "I'm flatted, Mr. Bakerson. There are many beautiful women in Cape Town. It seems all people here have to be attractive."
Shane looked into her deep, dark eyes. "Beauty is all in the eye of the beholder, isn't it? You certainly have my eyes caught." Damn, she's still talking to me. I must be doing something right.
"You are not exactly ugly yourself, Mr. Bakerson."
"Shane, please."
"Not a wish to be referred to by your rank?"
"Nah, that's for guys who want to show off. I'm not that arrogant."
I found him. I finally found him. I finally found my guy. "When one has skills like yours, I figure some would like to show them off."
"No, I just fly helicopters. No skill in that."
Kalini laughed out loud. "You are too modest for your own good, Shane."
"Well, perhaps I can keep my gentleman status by buying you a drink."
"I rode my motorcycle here. I will take a cooldrink though."
"Coming right up."
Shane was amazed at himself. First time in a club and he'd met this gorgeous woman, who seemed to really like him. He'd had his reservations at being sent to South Africa, but those reservations were sliding. He had seen plenty of beautiful women in America, and at his stations in Poland, Brazil, Japan and Australia. But they have nothing on this woman, in either beauty or brains.
And so began the date, and a relationship between a white American helicopter pilot, and a black South African advertising seller. It was a symbol of the 21st Century world, a place shaped by an extraordinary breed of men, which had created truly awesome sights, and some less awesome but perhaps more satisfying, such as this beautiful night in southern Africa.....
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Thoughts?
Century 21 in the City of Energy
March 23, 2010
Cape Town, South Africa
The streets of Cape Town were their usual bounciness. This is nothing unusual, as the young populace of Cape Town, complete with its massive herd of tourists and many young servicemen from the Commonwealth-American military base on False Bay, flooded the bars and clubs that lined the Atlantic Coast almost the entire distance from Ysterplaat to Clifton, usually after watching the sun set over the Atlantic. The docklands, as usual, has so many yachts one could hardly believe these was any water beneath them.
For Sergeant Shane Bakerson, USAF, this was his first trip down into the city. Having just arrived in South Africa two weeks before and spending much of his time learning engouh Afrikaans to get by (forgetting that English and French worked here too), he'd finally ventured out to the city, riding one of the many thousands of minibuses that made up a dominant form on Cape Town streets. Dreams, Spirit anhd Future Two were already full, as expected - they always filled up early - so he settled for a club called Century 21. Not a bad name, he thought. South Africans had their own brand of English, he knew, but so far he hadn't had an issue, as he got off the bus and headed into the club.
The inside of Century 21 was like most clubs, rows upon rows of LED lights, multiple decks of dancers, several bars and music loud enough to cause a headache. Good thing I'm used to flying jets, Shane thought. He walked up to the bar and ordered a drink....
....This caught the eye of Kilani Sibonakaliso, a 24-year-old advertising deskwoman. Dark-skinned, Kilani had the body of Athena, but had suffered from issues with many guys - she'd had so many dates go bad, she couldn't begin to count them. But she had never tried a service man before. She'd heard many stories about the men who served on the False Bay base, and how many of them found views and girlfriends in South Africa. Maybe it's my turn, she thought ot herself.
Interested, she headed towards the bar herself....
....Shane saw her coming, and was intrigued. Damn, has she got a body, he thought to himself. Is she coming for me? That got his heart racing at a mile a minute. What the heck am I gonna say to her? That thought had barely enough time to form itself before she made it to the bar, just as the bartender brought his Long Island.
"Good evening, stranger. Seems you are looking for something, huh?"
A jaw-dropping body and a seductive voice. Shit, how did this happen? He tried to push confidence forward. "Just having a drink at a club. Not looking for anything in particular, ya know?"
She knew right off he was nervous. Maybe these men are better than the local morons. "You seem a bit nervous around me. I thought you service guys had the dicks of iron and heads of mud."
Shane laughed loudly. "I guess I'm not one of those guys then." Let it ride, Shane.....
Kilani was liking this guy already. "Kilani Sibonakaliso."
"Shane Bakerson."
"Bakerson. Sounds American. Marines? Peace Corps?"
"Air Force. A pilot."
A pilot without a bravado problem. This IS a rare one. "I wish I could say I did something exciting like that."
Shane laughed at that. He didn't drive fighters, and he didn't know how exciting flying a helicopter was.
"I just drive helicopters. The fighter boys make fun of me for it."
"Why is that?"
"They get to say they go fast, and I get to fly slow and drop things." He smiled for effect. "What is it you do?"
"I just sell advertising. Boring as it gets."
Time to throw the pass. "A woman as beautiful as you? I'd have picked you out for model or actress."
Either this guy is trying too hard, or he's just too polite for his own good. "I'm flatted, Mr. Bakerson. There are many beautiful women in Cape Town. It seems all people here have to be attractive."
Shane looked into her deep, dark eyes. "Beauty is all in the eye of the beholder, isn't it? You certainly have my eyes caught." Damn, she's still talking to me. I must be doing something right.
"You are not exactly ugly yourself, Mr. Bakerson."
"Shane, please."
"Not a wish to be referred to by your rank?"
"Nah, that's for guys who want to show off. I'm not that arrogant."
I found him. I finally found him. I finally found my guy. "When one has skills like yours, I figure some would like to show them off."
"No, I just fly helicopters. No skill in that."
Kalini laughed out loud. "You are too modest for your own good, Shane."
"Well, perhaps I can keep my gentleman status by buying you a drink."
"I rode my motorcycle here. I will take a cooldrink though."
"Coming right up."
Shane was amazed at himself. First time in a club and he'd met this gorgeous woman, who seemed to really like him. He'd had his reservations at being sent to South Africa, but those reservations were sliding. He had seen plenty of beautiful women in America, and at his stations in Poland, Brazil, Japan and Australia. But they have nothing on this woman, in either beauty or brains.
And so began the date, and a relationship between a white American helicopter pilot, and a black South African advertising seller. It was a symbol of the 21st Century world, a place shaped by an extraordinary breed of men, which had created truly awesome sights, and some less awesome but perhaps more satisfying, such as this beautiful night in southern Africa.....
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Thoughts?