fandomhigh | BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge- Saturday morning

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!event: newbie shuttle

BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge- Saturday morning

As much as Maeve didn't want to admit that she was nervous, she really was. This was big. It was a new school, a new country, a second chance that she really didn't want to screw up.

She seemed to be the first one here- at least the glittery sign told her she was in the right place, and she was a little annoyed by it on principle- so she found a seat, piled her bags around her, and pulled out a book to read while she waited.

While she looked pretty engrossed in it, anytime she saw someone pass by her eyes flicked up like she was expecting them to come sit nearby.

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Alright, Troy. You got this. This wasn't exactly Riverside High anymore, but you were cool, you were hot, and it was high school, so that was pretty much all that mattered, right? You were going to totally crush this, just like you totally crushed not crushing that keg flip...

So after a little pep talk in his head, Troy finally found his way to the right place, after...a few misfires, but he was pretty sure that a glittering sign like that would not just...lie to him like he was pretty sure that map did about half a dozen times.

Pretty quiet so far, it seems, as he gave his coolest look around the room, cocked his chin up in greeting at anyone drawn in by his immediate charm and presence and impressive letter jacket, before tossing his bag down by one of the chairs in a fashion that was cool, then slinging himself into a seat and slouching comfortably, coolly, into it, while passing glance around to start sizing everyone up a little, also in a very cool way.

Maeve watched him over the pages of her book, actually finding that he reminded her a lot of Jackson, but like if Jackson was trying.

She did give him a nod that was like a hello, though.

Trying? Troy T-Bone Barnes? He didn't know the meaning of the word.

And, actually, he kind of didn't, it all came pretty natural to him back home, all he pretty much had to do was pick up a football and...

Damn. Should he have brought a football? He probably should have brought a football.

But the girl who'd been there and nodded back was cute, though. So his chin quirked up again and he asked, "Fandom High transfer?"

Seriously, if he was in the wrong place again, he was going to be so mad. Or at least mildly irritated and increasingly confused.

Maeve nodded. "Mm hm," she said. And just to see what reaction it got, said, "You too?"

Yes. Finally! There was a small breath of relief at that, then it was right back to being cool with a grippingly conversational, "Yeah."

Which even he figured wasn't a whole lot to build off of, so he added a, "Should be pretty dope."

Maeve's mouth quirked up in amusement. "Should it?"

Troy shrugged a little, but a small grin of his own slipped through. "Boarding school in another part of the country," he said, "no parents, no football coaches?" And, because he had to at least try it, "Cute girls. Uhhh, yeah." The grin grew with a small laugh. "I think so."

If it wasn't dope, that was going to be a major disappointment.

Maeve shrugged a little. She knew she was cute.

"No football coaches?"

Troy shrugged a little, his face going into a rueful expression that bordered pretty close to puppy dog, expecially when he sent those soulful eyes over to the girl. He was definitely not above trying to get at few pity points in his favor on occasion.

"Dislocated both my shoulders and broke my leg trying to do a keg flip," he explained. "They're very hard to pull off. So I had to quit football," so, so sad and heartbreaking, "or else I might die."

It might be true, he didn't know! He wasn't about to risk it and find out!

Fuck, he was doofy Jackson.

"You can't die from a broken leg," she said. "Unless it turns gangrenous."

Troy was really wishing he knew what that word meant right now. But she now said more than enough words for him to pick up that she had an accent, so it was probably foreign. French, or something.

"You could probably die if you kept playing football on it, though," he speculated. "Anything's possible. Even if it's not...gang greenish."

"Hmm. It probably hasn't happened yet," she said, to humor him.

Troy took a few moments to consider it, and it was pretty clear by the changes in his face that he was recalling exactly what that might have looked like in vivid detail in his head, because those faces were taking a whole journey.

Finishing with a very, very regretful and deep frown and a shake of his head.

"Anyway," he said, seemingly coming back and attention full on the girl again, "you sound foreign. Where you from?"

Re: Wait for the shuttle

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There was... something about this kid. Something both familiar and not familiar. Miles felt like somehow he both knew and did not know this kid.

This is what happens when a PB is an inspiration for another character.

"Hi! I'm Miles," he said cheerfully and pointed at a seat next to Troy. "This seat taken?"

Which was weird, because Troy was thinking pretty much the exact same thing about this kid, to a point where he was tempted to lift his hand to do that trick he learned to test if things were a mirror ever since that one time he almost picked a fight with his own reflection in the bathroom at a party once.

Then he spoke, and so that took care of that question.

"Nah, man," he said, shifting a little to pull in some of his cool sprawl for the other guy. "It's all yours." And then the requisite lift of his chin as he offered, "Troy."

"Miles," he replied with the requisite nod in return.

Man. This was weird. Did he meet this guy somewhere? Nah. Couldn't be.

"You're new too?" he asked

"Yeah," said Troy, brow furrowing a little because this was seriously wrinkling his brain. There was just something about this dude, maybe he played for a rival team? Been at a few parties?

He figured there was a pretty easy way to try to narrow it down, at least. "So...where're you coming from?"

Which was the direction Miles had been planning to take so that worked out well.

"Brooklyn," He said with a touch of pride. "My Dad drove me here."

Yep. Way to bring up that incident, miles.

"How about you?"

So that was definitely not it. Weird.

"Colorado," Troy said, vaguely, because Brooklyn definitely had more street cred than Riverside. "I took a plane."

He was definitely at least a little bit proud of that fact.

"Huh. Listen. This is weird, but I feel like I know you somehow," he said trying to figure out what was going on. "Do you know anyone from Brooklyn? New York?"

"Get outta my brain!" said Troy, eyebrows lifting as he sat up a little, shifting again until he was leaning forward, his hands moving as if to implore the answer to this out of the air. "I was thinking the same thing! I mean, I got a couple of cousins out that way, but we're not really tight or anything. You spend any time in Colorado? Vacations? Summer camp?"

"Nah, I've barely been out of New York," which he said with a touch of pride that maybe he shouldn't have. "Maybe I've seen one of your cousins somehow."

"...yeahhh," said Troy, with the skeptical frown of someone who really wasn't convinced by even what he himself was saying, but didn't really have any better answers, either way, "maybe that's it..."

"Maybe," Miles said with a skeptical shrug. "Anyhow, This is like my first major time with me away from home. Feels pretty weird."

Miles has no idea what's coming for him.

"Yeah, me, too." Troy sighed a bit, feeling a little more comfortable admitting that even though he did just kind of meet Miles. But also maybe not? He wasn't going to think about it too much, which was generally his approach to anything. "But it's exciting?"

He didn't sound too convinced by this, until his head tilted with another thought that had more appeal. "Or an adventure..."