BWI Airport, Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning

[hasthegirlballs.livejournal.com]

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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Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[mania-endless.livejournal.com]

Del was staring the the hair, and she decided she loved it. "Nice, um, hair. Pretty. Red. Long hair." She wanted some of it already, badly.

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[nohaircutsplz]

Understandable, but she couldn't have it, as it was firmly attached to Medusalith's head and could not be cut unless she allowed it to be. "Thank you," she said. "Yours is very pink." She hoped that was a culturally appropriate response. "Did you achieve the effect with chemicals, or is it natural?"

What? She didn't know, humans might come in pink-haired!

Re: Waiting for the Shuttle

[mania-endless.livejournal.com]

"It is!" With Del there was no chance on giving a wrong answer anyway. "Natural? It changes when, um, I change? So I don't, um, control it very well."