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fandomhigh2014-01-03 04:39 pm
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BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge, Saturday Morning
Celia had had a trying morning, thus far.
She'd boarded a train in New York at the crack of dawn with a large trunk that she was pretending to struggle to carry. Hector had given her a cursory pat on the top of her hat and a tug to one stray curl, accompanied by a stern look that Celia knew meant Don't make me regret this. She'd fallen asleep on the train, and the conductor had awoken her...here. She'd not expected Maryland to be quite so much...brighter, or louder or confusing -- and in fact, Celia had been to Baltimore before, once, and she was very sure that this was unsettlingly different. She'd stumbled off the train, been ushered through a security checkpoint filled with people dressed strangely and giving her even stranger looks and now she was...here.
If not for the glittering sign bearing the name 'Fandom High,' she'd think she was in the wrong place.
Celia slumped gratefully into a chair, dropping her trunk on the floor beside her, and let out a sigh. Then she immediately straightened up. It wouldn't do to have her new classmates think her a lazy slob at first meeting.
[YAY NEWBIE SHUTTLE.]
She'd boarded a train in New York at the crack of dawn with a large trunk that she was pretending to struggle to carry. Hector had given her a cursory pat on the top of her hat and a tug to one stray curl, accompanied by a stern look that Celia knew meant Don't make me regret this. She'd fallen asleep on the train, and the conductor had awoken her...here. She'd not expected Maryland to be quite so much...brighter, or louder or confusing -- and in fact, Celia had been to Baltimore before, once, and she was very sure that this was unsettlingly different. She'd stumbled off the train, been ushered through a security checkpoint filled with people dressed strangely and giving her even stranger looks and now she was...here.
If not for the glittering sign bearing the name 'Fandom High,' she'd think she was in the wrong place.
Celia slumped gratefully into a chair, dropping her trunk on the floor beside her, and let out a sigh. Then she immediately straightened up. It wouldn't do to have her new classmates think her a lazy slob at first meeting.
[YAY NEWBIE SHUTTLE.]
Re: The trip to Fandom!
"I don't mind complicated," she said. She felt a bit shell-shocked. She was in Baltimore, and someone was in her head who didn't know her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ... disturb you."
He was a stranger, and she'd flung herself at him like he was a life preserver. How strange this must be, for him.
Re: The trip to Fandom!
//Not at all, luv. It sounds as though you've had a difficult time of it.// Which was said matter-of-factly, not a trace of pity to it. Jono loathed pity. He wasn't the sort to give it, because he knew how much he hated being on the receiving end. //You felt something familiar and you grabbed at it. I should be the one apologizing, if it led to false hope.//