Rab #4
Jul 27, 2016 16:49:21 GMT -5
Post by David on Jul 27, 2016 16:49:21 GMT -5
Stood outside the Lion’s Den training center, wearing a pair of denim shorts and a red sleeveless t-shirt, is Natalie McKinley. The person she is looking for - her cousin Rab - soon appears; he is wearing a pair of grey shorts and a blue t-shirt, and is carrying a gym bag.
Rab smiles upon seeing his younger cousin.
Rab: ‘Awrite, coosin! Waitin' fur me?’
Natalie: ‘Who else would I waiting be for, Rab?’
Rab shrugs.
Rab: ‘Ah don’t know - ye coods hae bin haur fur someain else. Whit brings ye haur?’
Natalie: ‘Well, for the past couple of months, you’ve been asking me to come and visit you - and so, here I am!’
Rab nods.
Rab: ‘It’s guid tae see ye, coosin - thes is a nice surprise.’
Natalie: ‘It’s good to see you too, Rab.’
Natalie playfully punches Rab on the arm.
Natalie: ‘Come on - I’ll give you a lift to your apartment.’
Natalie leads the way towards a Nissan Versa Note.
Rab: ‘Dae ye ain thes motur?’
Natalie: ‘No, I rented it.’
Natalie unlocks the car and gets in; Rab puts his bag on the back seat, before then sitting down in the front passenger seat, next to Natalie.
Natalie: ‘I know you sent me your address, but I’m still going to need you to give me directions to your apartment.’
Rab nods his head.
Rab: ‘Ah can manage ‘at.’
Natalie starts the car and pulls out of the parking space.
Rab: ‘Gang reit.’
Natalie does as instructed.
Natalie: ‘What do you do with yourself in Greensboro, when you’re not training?’
Rab: ‘Drink; either at a bar ur at haem - it doesn’t matter which.’
Natalie: ‘Perhaps you ought to use your free time to have some elocution lessons.’
Rab frowns.
Rab: ‘Elocution lessons? Whit dae Ah need elocution lessons fur?’
Natalie: ‘Because, Rab, you’re not back in Scotland now - most of the people you come into contact with here in the US find it difficult to understand what you’re saying: I think it was Peaches, who tweeted a few days ago that she was trying to have a conversation with you, but that she didn’t know what you were saying.’
Rab scoffs at the suggestion that he needs elocution lessons.
Rab: ‘Weel yoo’re nae frae Scootlund, an' ye don’t hae onie trooble understandin' me.’
Natalie: ‘Yes, but I have the advantage of having known you for twenty-four years.’
They come to an intersection.
Rab: ‘Gang straecht oan.’
As the journey towards Rab’s apartment continues, so does his conversation with Natalie.
Rab: ‘Whit abit yer accent? Yoo’re nae frae th' US, an' no-ain has onie problems understandin' ye.’
Natalie: ‘Yes, but that’s because my accent is nowhere near as strong as yours is; the only time people get confused by something I say, is when I throw the occasional Welsh word into a conversation.’
Rab is still not convinced.
Rab: ‘I’ve got friends back haem who watch th' videos Ah record tae talk abit mah matches; if Ah started usin' proper English in them, Ah can guarantee 'at within twenty-foor hoors ay mah next video bein' posted online, Ah woods hae a message frae at leest one ay mah friends sayin', “I saw 'at video ay ye talkin' loch a feckin' bender - caur tae explain yerself?”’
Natalie laughs.
Natalie: ‘Maybe you’re right. It’s something for you to think about, though.’
Rab: ‘Yeah, weel, don’t hauld yer breath.’
They come to another intersection.
Rab: ‘Keep gonnae straecht oan.’
Again, Natalie does as instructed.
Natalie: ‘ Your next match is when - next Thursday?’
Rab: ‘Next Friday.’
Now it is Natalie’s turn to frown.
Natalie: ‘Aren’t the Lion’s Den shows usually on a Thursday?’
Rab: ‘Yeah, usually, but fur whatever reason, th' next shaw is takin' place oan a Friday.’
Rab shrugs his shoulders.
Rab: ‘It’s naethin' tae div wi' me - Ah jist turn up when they teel me tae.’
Natalie: ‘And I saw that your next match is a rather important one, isn’t it?’
Rab: ‘Yeah, I’m two wins awa' frae gettin' a shot at th' Auld North Championship - which micht be a big ask, seein' as I’ve only won two matches in total sae far in mah career.’
Natalie: ‘You mean, two matches out of the three that you’ve competed in - you’ve won twice as many matches as you’ve lost.’
Natalie smiles at Rab.
Rab: ‘I’m nae bein' pessimistic, coosin, Ah jist know 'at I’ve got quite a challenge aheid ay me - startin' wi' mah forthcomin' match against Josh Mitchell. Ah admire Josh; Ah jist hope 'at when Ah set foot in th' rin' wi' heem, I’ll be able tae beat heem.’
As the drive towards Rab’s apartment continues for him and Natalie, the scene fades to black.
Rab smiles upon seeing his younger cousin.
Rab: ‘Awrite, coosin! Waitin' fur me?’
Natalie: ‘Who else would I waiting be for, Rab?’
Rab shrugs.
Rab: ‘Ah don’t know - ye coods hae bin haur fur someain else. Whit brings ye haur?’
Natalie: ‘Well, for the past couple of months, you’ve been asking me to come and visit you - and so, here I am!’
Rab nods.
Rab: ‘It’s guid tae see ye, coosin - thes is a nice surprise.’
Natalie: ‘It’s good to see you too, Rab.’
Natalie playfully punches Rab on the arm.
Natalie: ‘Come on - I’ll give you a lift to your apartment.’
Natalie leads the way towards a Nissan Versa Note.
Rab: ‘Dae ye ain thes motur?’
Natalie: ‘No, I rented it.’
Natalie unlocks the car and gets in; Rab puts his bag on the back seat, before then sitting down in the front passenger seat, next to Natalie.
Natalie: ‘I know you sent me your address, but I’m still going to need you to give me directions to your apartment.’
Rab nods his head.
Rab: ‘Ah can manage ‘at.’
Natalie starts the car and pulls out of the parking space.
Rab: ‘Gang reit.’
Natalie does as instructed.
Natalie: ‘What do you do with yourself in Greensboro, when you’re not training?’
Rab: ‘Drink; either at a bar ur at haem - it doesn’t matter which.’
Natalie: ‘Perhaps you ought to use your free time to have some elocution lessons.’
Rab frowns.
Rab: ‘Elocution lessons? Whit dae Ah need elocution lessons fur?’
Natalie: ‘Because, Rab, you’re not back in Scotland now - most of the people you come into contact with here in the US find it difficult to understand what you’re saying: I think it was Peaches, who tweeted a few days ago that she was trying to have a conversation with you, but that she didn’t know what you were saying.’
Rab scoffs at the suggestion that he needs elocution lessons.
Rab: ‘Weel yoo’re nae frae Scootlund, an' ye don’t hae onie trooble understandin' me.’
Natalie: ‘Yes, but I have the advantage of having known you for twenty-four years.’
They come to an intersection.
Rab: ‘Gang straecht oan.’
As the journey towards Rab’s apartment continues, so does his conversation with Natalie.
Rab: ‘Whit abit yer accent? Yoo’re nae frae th' US, an' no-ain has onie problems understandin' ye.’
Natalie: ‘Yes, but that’s because my accent is nowhere near as strong as yours is; the only time people get confused by something I say, is when I throw the occasional Welsh word into a conversation.’
Rab is still not convinced.
Rab: ‘I’ve got friends back haem who watch th' videos Ah record tae talk abit mah matches; if Ah started usin' proper English in them, Ah can guarantee 'at within twenty-foor hoors ay mah next video bein' posted online, Ah woods hae a message frae at leest one ay mah friends sayin', “I saw 'at video ay ye talkin' loch a feckin' bender - caur tae explain yerself?”’
Natalie laughs.
Natalie: ‘Maybe you’re right. It’s something for you to think about, though.’
Rab: ‘Yeah, weel, don’t hauld yer breath.’
They come to another intersection.
Rab: ‘Keep gonnae straecht oan.’
Again, Natalie does as instructed.
Natalie: ‘ Your next match is when - next Thursday?’
Rab: ‘Next Friday.’
Now it is Natalie’s turn to frown.
Natalie: ‘Aren’t the Lion’s Den shows usually on a Thursday?’
Rab: ‘Yeah, usually, but fur whatever reason, th' next shaw is takin' place oan a Friday.’
Rab shrugs his shoulders.
Rab: ‘It’s naethin' tae div wi' me - Ah jist turn up when they teel me tae.’
Natalie: ‘And I saw that your next match is a rather important one, isn’t it?’
Rab: ‘Yeah, I’m two wins awa' frae gettin' a shot at th' Auld North Championship - which micht be a big ask, seein' as I’ve only won two matches in total sae far in mah career.’
Natalie: ‘You mean, two matches out of the three that you’ve competed in - you’ve won twice as many matches as you’ve lost.’
Natalie smiles at Rab.
Rab: ‘I’m nae bein' pessimistic, coosin, Ah jist know 'at I’ve got quite a challenge aheid ay me - startin' wi' mah forthcomin' match against Josh Mitchell. Ah admire Josh; Ah jist hope 'at when Ah set foot in th' rin' wi' heem, I’ll be able tae beat heem.’
As the drive towards Rab’s apartment continues for him and Natalie, the scene fades to black.
