fandomhigh | BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

So everyone else had, like, dramatic backstories and reasons to show up here and stuff. Which was fine, you know, if you were emotionally in the zone enough to go to those kinda lengths. Denise had just been, you know, chilling with her dad last night watching some hockey guys really pound in on each other - no, seriously, really get into it. One of them broke a rib or something, which was kinda cool.

Then she'd been dropped off at the airport, gotten a ticket stuffed into her hands, and that was that. No reason to get all dramatic and touchy-feely about it.

And now it was Saturday morning and she was on the airport. Sitting around. Chugging water and listening to her discman while watching the kids down the hall, trying to figure out how they were gonna croak. Sure, there was some kind of shuttle supposed to show up, but it wasn't there yet. A girl had to keep herself busy.

She figured the dweebs starting to mill around the terminal were probably classmates or something. Lame.

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"To keep trouble from finding me," she said, aiming for light. "They were convinced that it would follow me."

Lindsay believed she was joking and did not even question it. "Yeah, my parents pretty much feel the same way."

Rosalind briefly toyed with letting Tseng know people were assuming she spoke of her parents when she said she'd been sent here.

... She probably wouldn't.

"Does trouble follow you?" she asked instead.

"Not really. My parents just don't really like some of the friends I've been hanging out with," Lindsay admitted. "But they're really not so bad. How about you?"

... Crap. She had to lie now, didn't she?

"Got a few people who thought it would be fun to make a target of me," she said carefully. "It seemed prudent to relocate--more of a hassle than anything else, but better safe than sorry. Some of them were pretty rough."

And she was a pretty little blonde in a suit. Please let the Lindsay think she was talking about bullying or something similar.

"Oh man. My brother has been dealing with that, too," Lindsay said, totally believing Rosalind was talking about bullying. "I'm sorry it got so bad you had to leave. But maybe this place will be better and safer like you said."

"Just have to stay out of trouble," she agreed, smiling thinly. And making a mental note to try and... stick with that story. It would go well with her 'accident'. "Which so far doesn't seem like a problem."

Careful Rosalind, you weren't even on the island yet.

"Maybe we can try to keep each other out of trouble?" Lindsay suggested.

Rosalind looked startled; unsure. Like she hadn't expected something like that.

"I..." What to say to that? "I think I'd like that."

She was just going to... be confused about it.

"I mean, like, keep an eye out. Make sure no jerks are lurking," Lindsay clarified.

"That much," she said, with a regal nod. "I can do. Watch your back."

"Cool," Lindsay said, feeling like maybe she could be friends with this girl.

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