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Post by Kent of Korbania on May 13, 2010 23:19:15 GMT -5
A large number of people bustled to and fro and to again. Truthfully, it looked like a lot of people due to the small size of the airport. One young man, however, was waiting for a bus. With him two cases of belongings, including clothes, and three odd-shaped cases of instruments. Normally this was just a bit too much, but he pulled the my daddy could have you beheaded card.
As he waiting with his cases he tapped his hand on his hip and hummed a song. One he had composed himself. The longer he waited the more he reached the conclusion that airports were, above all, very boring places.
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Post by Ada Turing on May 13, 2010 23:27:01 GMT -5
Ada quickly collected her two cases (one older and soft, full of clothes, the other almost armor-plated and full of electronics), and stepped outside to the pull-through to wait for the bus. She found a convenient pillar to lean against and began playing with her MP3 player, content to drown out the world for a few minutes.
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Post by Kent of Korbania on May 13, 2010 23:32:42 GMT -5
Kent, bored out of his wit had begun to think of various things. A small child slammed into him, snapping him out of it. His mother apologized and both went off. Back on Earth, the space cadet looked around again. Same bland airport, different people in a hurry.
Looking over to a pillar outside he noticed a girl also waiting for something. In the spirit of fellowship (and something to do) he strapped his Viola and Accordion case to his back, his carry on over his shoulder. Two cases in one hand his Baritone sax in the other the mountain of luggage marched over to the girl.
"Waiting for someone?" he asked, setting down the cases in his hands.
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Post by Ada Turing on May 13, 2010 23:40:04 GMT -5
Ada pulled her headphones off her head and settled them around her neck.
"Only the bus," she said.
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Post by Kent of Korbania on May 13, 2010 23:41:28 GMT -5
"Which bus?" Kent asked, as he shifted his weight. The cases on his back were getting very heavy.
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Post by Ada Turing on May 13, 2010 23:43:48 GMT -5
"The one to the academy," Ada explained. "The pavement doesn't bite, you know. If you're waiting for someone, you might be more comfortable if you put your violin down."
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Post by Kent of Korbania on May 13, 2010 23:49:24 GMT -5
"Well you know, I wanted to make sure you weren't a weird-o." Kent said, laughing a little as he set his things down.
"Which academy? Saint Dymphna's?" he asked, wondering if he'd be seeing her around there.
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Post by Ada Turing on May 13, 2010 23:53:08 GMT -5
Ada snickered at Kent's comment about her not being weird.
"Indeed, it's to the good old Saint D. for me. I take it you're heading to the same place?"
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Post by Kent of Korbania on May 13, 2010 23:58:09 GMT -5
"Yep." He said, chucking a little.
With a smile on his face, Kent inquired to his new acquaintance.
"So, miss, what do they call you, where you're from?"
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on May 14, 2010 0:01:09 GMT -5
Among the crowd is a small werewolf carrying nothing but the clothes on his back and a rabbit-skin bracelet. He seems to be waiting for an opportune time to cut in on the conversation.
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Post by Ada Turing on May 14, 2010 0:08:51 GMT -5
Ada slipped the MP3 player into a pocket on her vest.
"Ada Turing, at your service. Formerly of Chicago, until a parental freakout sent me out here."
Ada paused briefly, looked around.
"I do admit, the weather is much nicer than I was expecting from a boarding school."
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on May 14, 2010 0:13:10 GMT -5
"What is a parental freakout?" asked Less, eager to distract himself from the crowd. He was tempted to just switch to wolf form and hide somewhere, but something told him this would not be a good thing to do during his arrival to the Academy. After all, what if they did not allow wolves on the bus?
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Post by Kent of Korbania on May 14, 2010 0:19:25 GMT -5
Kent had never heard of Chicago, and wasn't going to dwell on it now.
He looked at the new person who approached. "Oh, hello." he said, before looking back at Ada. He was also wondering why she was sent here.
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Post by Ada Turing on May 14, 2010 0:20:12 GMT -5
"Oh, you know", Ada said. "Something happened at school, and the parents decided that public school 'wasn't reaching my academic abilities', or some such, and so they sent me here. Halfway across the country, and without as much as a month's notice beforehand."
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Post by Kitty Callahan on May 14, 2010 0:27:01 GMT -5
Most people hated airports, or found them to be at best minor annoyances in which to spend time between flights. If there were a Cinnabon around, so much the better. The entire process of the security checks, the delays, the passports, the interminable waiting...most people were glad when it was over.
If it wasn't obvious, Kitty Callahan was not most people. She'd opted to come in via airplane instead of the usual way because she liked traveling, it was all on expense account anyway, and she never got to go on airplanes. They fascinated her. Oh sure, she knew about the Bernoulli principle, and the engineering was sound, but there was just something marvelous about how a few hundred tons of metal and humanity could stay thousands of feet in the air through sheer force of stubbornness.
Getting through security had been interesting - she'd had to remember that airlines didn't take too kindly to weapons brought on board and had barely had time to hide her essentials where they wouldn't cause too much trouble. Anyway, she could handle herself without them. Luckily she didn't have to worry about her glaive - that was already in her office from when she'd moved in.
She thumbed through her Australian passport again. It had one stamp in it already - Spain - and another, more recent one, from India. That had been her little vacation before assuming her duties here (and she'd had to fight hard for it). If any of the Customs agents had noticed the odd disparity in the entry and exit stamps, namely that a few were missing, none of them mentioned it. Now she had a new stamp: USA.
She'd already gone through Customs and Immigration back in New York, and regretted her lack of sightseeing time...but she could always go back later. Now she was walking through Griffin Airport with a backpack on and a small carry-on suitcase rolling behind her. She read from a red book as she walked, a skill honed through much practice. If anyone had been watching her closely while she approached the doors, they would have seen that she closed the book and appeared to stick it into thin air. It vanished.
That little oddity, and the jingling cat-eared headband that rang out like cowboy spurs with her every step, were the only notable things about her. Otherwise, she could have been any new arrival headed for school.
She noticed a small group congregating near what looked to be the bus stop, and went for them cheerfully, a spring in her step. "Hallo!" she said, smiling brightly. "This the line for St. Dymphna's?"
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on May 14, 2010 0:28:19 GMT -5
Less started to explain that no, he didn't know, but stopped. It probably be best to hide just how ignorant he was of the entire human schooling process. Instead, he turned to the other male.
"Hello. I am Less Than Beta, of the pack whose territory is in the Eastern Tundra." That was... a good deal longer than he meant it to come out. After a couple of seconds, he added, "Er, Less Than Beta East Tundra."
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on May 14, 2010 0:38:38 GMT -5
Less jerked slightly in surprise. He did not like not being able to hear someone approach. As he turned to face this new person, he instinctively sniffed the air before remembering that he couldn't smell much at all in this shape.
"I assume this is the line. Who are you?" he asked, leaning in perhaps slightly too close. He didn't mean anything rude by it, but he didn't have a concept of personal space.
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Post by Kent of Korbania on May 14, 2010 0:46:04 GMT -5
Kent was about to answer the.. strange-acting person but didn't get a chance. He turned to take a mental tally of his cases. Yep. They were all there. He nodded as he looked over at the line forming.
"Hey, does anyone know if they bus actually stops here?"
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Post by Kitty Callahan on May 14, 2010 0:46:39 GMT -5
Happily, Kitty didn't have much of a concept of personal space either. "Kitty Callahan. Nice to meet you!" she said enthusiastically, sticking out her hand to shake. "Who're you, then?"
In response to the other boy, she shrugged. "Don't know. See a sign anywhere? You're a lot taller than me - see any bus stop signs on the far horizon?"
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Post by Professor Mace Stewart on May 14, 2010 0:49:54 GMT -5
So Mace had finally got through security.
It hadn't looked good for her. Security hadn't liked the broad-sword. But Mace hadn't liked security, either. She'd flashed them a smile, side-stepped, and presented her ticket. A wide smile crossed her face. One simple bribe later, Mace stood in the queue, leaving several confused security guards in her wake.
Up ahead, Mace spotted another Professor -- part of the package of being an angel was being able to identify those who didn't quite fit in the world around them -- but it confirmed her suspicions that she wouldn't be the only one who had conveniently forgotten that term had started three weeks ago for the Professor's.
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on May 14, 2010 0:51:50 GMT -5
Less glanced down at her hand, then cautiously gripped it with his own. He tried sniffing the air again, but like before couldn't learn anything. "I am Less Than Beta, East Tundra pack. What p-... family is yours?"
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Post by Ada Turing on May 14, 2010 0:51:51 GMT -5
Ada looked the length of the pull-through, still not seeing a bus.
"I would assume that the bus stops here... If not, it's not like we won't see it."
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Post by Kitty Callahan on May 14, 2010 1:01:42 GMT -5
There was that weird sniffing motion again. It was almost canine.
Oh, and there it was. He was canine. Shapeshifter, maybe, but unused enough to human form that he still kept trying to go about things the way animals did. "Can I call you Less?" Kitty asked. "And my...family or pack or whatever...doesn't really have a name. Not a proper one, anyway. East Tundra? Fascinating. East Tundra of where?"
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Post by Destiny Valencia Everett on May 14, 2010 1:02:36 GMT -5
A cheap brown suitcase had been set down out of the way, a short distance from the sign that announced the bus to St. Dymphna's Academy. The suitcase was quite ordinary, except that it seemed to have been been thoroughly splashed with what looked like pink wall paint. Tied to the handle was a yellow tag. In childish handwriting, it read, "Destiny Valencia Everett. St. Dymphna's Academy." No one had yet claimed the suitcase. (OOC)
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Post by Kent of Korbania on May 14, 2010 1:05:05 GMT -5
Kent watched the animal-like behavior. He was confused. Did people act like that outside of his country? He started to think about it.
Fairly quickly he became lost in thought.
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on May 14, 2010 1:07:24 GMT -5
"Yes, you may." A family with no name? How did they identify themselves to others? Less Than Beta wanted to ask, but he felt he ought to learn what constituted appropriate social dialogue first. He hadn't been challenged or rebuked yet, so he must be doing something right.
"East Tundra of the tundra. In the north lands." After a moment of trying to remember the right name, he added, "In Canada."
((Goin' to bed. G'night.))
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Post by Ada Turing on May 14, 2010 1:09:08 GMT -5
Now sensing that a critical mass of sorts had been reached in the conversation, Ada quietly slipped her headphones back on and tuned the world out.
((OOC: 'night all!))
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Post by Scott Logan on May 14, 2010 4:39:48 GMT -5
The stillness of the night was interrupted by the scream of a jet plane descending from the heights. After a pause, the plane drew to a halt at the terminal and the passengers disembarked.
Two young men walked out of the plane. They were twins, and at first glance looked identical, but a second look revealed subtle differences. One was more tanned than the other, and was carrying a suitcase as well as a duffel bag, which was seemingly filled with books from the angular protuberances contained within it.
The other twin was lighter-skinned and more muscular, and was carrying a violin case over his shoulder, as well as a suitcase and a case for a hockey stick.
The twins walked over to the group of students waiting for the bus. The tanned twin said "Hi, is this the bus for St Dymphna's?". His twin merely looked around, noticing the strange-looking werewolf and the human with far too many instrument cases.
"Is that a violin or viola?" he asked, gesturing at the case slung over Kent's back.
"I play violin," he said, by way of explanation.
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Post by Verin Vetis Malphus on May 14, 2010 5:43:52 GMT -5
"Unbelievable. Accursed dawn strikes, and here I am waiting for pathetic human transport. This... realm of light is more hellish than anything I could make back home." Verin walked closer to the station, carrying only a small suitcase. "Should have set out earlier. Oh well, at least I didn't have to get on one of those flying rat cages."
He almost set a few people on fire, but decided against it. If he was sent to jail, he wouldn't be able to get to the school before the terms of his father's curse were up, and if he didn't do that he'd spend a good part of eternity locked in a box full of rosary beads.
The anger in his eyes disappeared and was replaced with irritation when he saw the crowd gathered around the stop. "Oh, bother. I can't believe it's just occured to me that I'll have to share the bus with those things..."
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Post by Somariel Lamaron on May 14, 2010 6:48:11 GMT -5
A young woman with auburn hair got off the plane shortly after the twin boys. She was pulling two suitcases behind her, one of which was larger than the other. Judging from the angular bulges of the smaller one, it was apparently filled with books. The handles of a small duffel bag were looped over the pulling handle of the large suitcase, a computer case was hanging from the pulling handle of the small suitcase, and there was a backpack on her back. Looking around, she spotted the group of people by the bus stop and walked over to them. She reached the group just in time to hear the darker twin ask if this was the bus for St. Dymphna's.
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