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fandomhigh2010-08-27 04:08 pm
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BWI Airport | Portalocity Lounge | Saturday Morning | August 28
In most instances, no one would bat an eye at seeing a boy and his dog. In this instance, some people might actually run away screaming at the sight of this boy and this dog. Percy Jackson didn’t look all that intimidating on his own. He was average height, dark haired and carried a ball point pen in the pocket of his jeans.
Of course, the huge hellhound sitting behind Percy might have turned a few heads if not for the Mist. Thankfully, most mortals didn’t see Mrs. O’ Leary, Percy’s inherited hellhound sitting lazily in the BWI airport lounge (how the hellhound had fit, Percy didn’t know).
Percy himself didn’t look as relaxed as his dog. His eyes were jumping left to right, almost as if he expected something to attack him or for Luke to emerge from the crowd with that more smirk than smile look on his face.
This was about the fourteenth school Percy had been to since age twelve. He didn’t expect it to last. He wanted to be at Camp Half Blood. Instead, he was waiting in an airport lounge for a shuttle to cart him and his hellhound to a place called Fandom.
Percy frowned. He didn’t think this day could get worse.
[Open shuttle bus! Mrs. O’ Leary is a big ole hellhound that most mortals probably would not see because of something called the Mist. If you’re not exactly all the way mortal, you’d see her though. She’s not going to attack anyone, I promise.]
Of course, the huge hellhound sitting behind Percy might have turned a few heads if not for the Mist. Thankfully, most mortals didn’t see Mrs. O’ Leary, Percy’s inherited hellhound sitting lazily in the BWI airport lounge (how the hellhound had fit, Percy didn’t know).
Percy himself didn’t look as relaxed as his dog. His eyes were jumping left to right, almost as if he expected something to attack him or for Luke to emerge from the crowd with that more smirk than smile look on his face.
This was about the fourteenth school Percy had been to since age twelve. He didn’t expect it to last. He wanted to be at Camp Half Blood. Instead, he was waiting in an airport lounge for a shuttle to cart him and his hellhound to a place called Fandom.
Percy frowned. He didn’t think this day could get worse.
[Open shuttle bus! Mrs. O’ Leary is a big ole hellhound that most mortals probably would not see because of something called the Mist. If you’re not exactly all the way mortal, you’d see her though. She’s not going to attack anyone, I promise.]
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Percy's first thought was that she was some kind of astronaut. Percy's second thought was that he'd never do that because of Zeus and his freaking lightning bolt.
"You're in an airport lounge," Percy provided eventually. "We're waiting for a shuttle. How did you abandon a shuttle mid-flight? Wouldn't there be the lack of air to deal with?"
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"I didn't so much abandon it as get ripped away by some odd spatial disturbance. I'm rather surprised to be alive myself; I don't understand how I got here. Or where here is." Or where this shuttle was meant to be going, though she hoped the answer would be a base or port she was familiar with.
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That should be helpful, right?
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Yeah, that was incredibly helpful.
"I have no idea what you just said."
And, for once, he didn't think it had to do with any of his learning disabilities.
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