Kirk Lazarus
- Ingenious Pilot -
Let's make lemonade. %\0\%
Posts: 153
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Jan 6, 2010 21:16:56 GMT -5
Post by Kirk Lazarus on Jan 6, 2010 21:16:56 GMT -5
"Of course, Mr. Grossman."
You ego maniacal, pompous, megolomaniac-
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Les Grossman
- Masterful Virgin -
Yeah. But seriously, a nutless monkey could do your job. %\0\%
Posts: 35
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Jan 11, 2010 3:28:24 GMT -5
Post by Les Grossman on Jan 11, 2010 3:28:24 GMT -5
"Good, I wouldn't expect anything else," Les grabbed another diet coke and tilted his chin up, "Next, on to meet this prick that we hired as our director."
((TO MEET THE PRICK DIRECTOR!!!))
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Tasha
- Ingenious Pilot -
Oh, I've got stories to tell...%\1\%
Posts: 112
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Apr 5, 2012 12:37:16 GMT -5
Post by Tasha on Apr 5, 2012 12:37:16 GMT -5
**NEW DAY** Well, this was an adventure. A relatively modern airport found in the land of timescrew wasn't anything new, but it was still something to see after spending only a little time here. She'd just about reached the terminal when her phone buzzed. "Yeah?" "Not New York! Don't go there!" Tasha's eye twitched. "What do you mean, don't go there? You said--" "Wrong city! It's London!" She fell silent. "London." "Yes." "I already got tickets to New York." Her contact fell silent, then... "I can pay you back?" Gritting her teeth, she nodded, although he couldn't see it. "Yeah, fine. Are you SURE it's London? I won't get halfway there and find out it's Rome or Carthage or something?" "No, no, London absolutely." It took several minutes of her standing in the airport doing breathing excercises before she could move again and go and try to see if she could somehow exchange the New York tickets for London ones .
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Nov 22, 2013 18:46:43 GMT -5
Post by John Bristow on Nov 22, 2013 18:46:43 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
John had all ready had trouble attaching the suitcases to the trolley and was annoyed when the baggage handler simply threw their checked bags on to the conveyer belt.
He took a deep breath and sighed as they came up to the- "What are these again? They detect if you're carrying anything dangerous? Is that it?"
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Nov 23, 2013 0:44:45 GMT -5
Post by László on Nov 23, 2013 0:44:45 GMT -5
It was a new experience for László, though not in the way it was for John. László had traveled by car countless times before, and had taken a train to Paris. Air travel was the one thing he'd always wanted to try, but hadn't had a chance to until now. Checking into the airport was turning out to be not all that different than the train station.
"Yeah. So nobody can sneak guns on the plane or anything like that."
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Nov 26, 2013 11:57:18 GMT -5
Post by John Bristow on Nov 26, 2013 11:57:18 GMT -5
"Oh well that is good, I don't quite understand why we have to take our shoes off though."
John who had accepted the rapid rise in technology was still wearing fairly outdated clothes, so his shoes were actually mid calf lace up boots. He had heard some woman mention his "Vintage trousers."
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Nov 26, 2013 14:44:06 GMT -5
Post by László on Nov 26, 2013 14:44:06 GMT -5
"So you can't hide anything in them." He said.
John and the few other people dressed like him stood out a bit, though some looked very lost in comparison to László's companion. At least John could keep a cool head. One woman looked on the verge of panic.
"Some don't handle this as well as you do." He said, watching as someone tried to calm the woman down.
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Nov 26, 2013 17:46:27 GMT -5
Post by John Bristow on Nov 26, 2013 17:46:27 GMT -5
"She's wearing six skirts I can imagine why" he chuckled as he removed his boots and threw them in the tray. He wiggled his toes beneath his wool socks. "Maybe while were in London we could go to a few boutiques? You can teach me the fine art of denim and a t-shirt."
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Nov 29, 2013 13:47:09 GMT -5
Post by László on Nov 29, 2013 13:47:09 GMT -5
"Oh, come on. It's London, and you've got money now. Why not get something nice?"
László kept people-watching, utterly fascinated by the clash of old and new (and some cases, really old and new). The panicked woman had calmed down somewhat, but now there was a commotion because an 18th-century gentleman was trying to take his dogs with him onto the plane. László just shook his head at the antics.
((You know it just occurred to me that they might be in London when Sarah fights the Jabberwock.))
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Dec 2, 2013 17:20:57 GMT -5
Post by John Bristow on Dec 2, 2013 17:20:57 GMT -5
"What like a suit?"
That was not something he ever thought he'd need.
As they made it through security they came in to the heart of the airport. He counted three cafes in eye shot and a gift shop. They moved slowly, John taking in just what he was seeing "I imagine they'll be more of this in London now." He kept in contact with some old friends who told him of the rapid industrial revolution London suddenly had. It was like Paris but quicker.
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Dec 3, 2013 12:25:58 GMT -5
Post by László on Dec 3, 2013 12:25:58 GMT -5
"Yep. C'mon, just for once, haven't you wanted one? Dress nice?"
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Dec 3, 2013 17:49:39 GMT -5
Post by John Bristow on Dec 3, 2013 17:49:39 GMT -5
"Other than church, I've never seen the need to dress up" he looked down at his watch "so our airplane leaves in almost an hour."
John neglected to mention his wedding, it wasn't something he really thought about anymore. The revolution seemed barely a memory and his wife had been gone so long, that it was no longer something that nagged at him. Their marriage had been one of love and honesty, to which John would be eternally grateful for. She'd known about his sexuality from the beginning and although he'd loved her truly, she knew that his heart could never fully be hers. She had been the one to propose, she had been the one to suggest having a child, all for the sake of normalcy.
She'd seen friends imprisoned for living the lifestyle John had been and she cared too much to see him rot away in a cell for being loving who he loved.
((I realized I've never really expanded on his dead wives story, hell, she barely has a name (that I can't remember)))
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Dec 6, 2013 15:03:06 GMT -5
Post by László on Dec 6, 2013 15:03:06 GMT -5
((I don't think so. I can't recall any other details the revolution one))
"Well me, neither. Except for the church thing. I've never been. But I've also never had a nice suit, either."
Thinking of nice suits reminded him of Miles, and a particular time when Miles had been adamant about him having one, to the point of having one made for him. But things hadn't worked out very well there, and László hadn't seen the other man in...a long time. Probably never again. He sighed.
"Anyway, we both can now."
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Dec 6, 2013 17:34:28 GMT -5
Post by John Bristow on Dec 6, 2013 17:34:28 GMT -5
((Then she's a clean slate! XD))
"Well then I guess we'll have to" he linked fingers with Laszlo and kept looking around. Eventually they wandered in to their designated area and sat down. John watched the planes outside the window and swallowed slowly.
You're ridiculous John, never been afraid of anything in your damn life and here you are shaking in your boots about a airplane!
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Dec 6, 2013 22:11:44 GMT -5
Post by László on Dec 6, 2013 22:11:44 GMT -5
László, on the other hand, was positively excited and looking out of the large windows at the waiting plane outside. Judging by the branding on the side, it was an English airline, though having never flown before László didn't recognize the name.
"This is so awesome. I don't know if I can wait."
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