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fandomhigh2010-05-07 09:31 pm
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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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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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"Good morning," Medusalith said politely to the masked man. "Are you an employee of the school?" She didn't find this so odd, really. Masks were not so strange to an Inhuman as humans might find them, and she was as yet unaware of the difference.
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A lot.
"Do I know you?"
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