BWI Airport Portalocity Lounge- Saturday morning

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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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Re: Wait for the shuttle

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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!

Re: Wait for the shuttle

[complexfemale]

Fuck, he was doofy Jackson.

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

Re: Wait for the shuttle

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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."

Re: Wait for the shuttle

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

Re: Wait for the shuttle

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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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"Place called Moordale, in England probably," she said. "What about you?"