Post by anbece on Feb 1, 2008 17:57:46 GMT -4
“What the fu...”
A man seen standing in an airport... he was staring at the announcements on the board reading “FLIGHT FROM NY to TO POSTPONED” He was scratching his chin as he looked around at the packed airport. He dropped his bag, and slouched down on one of the chairs as he adjusted his leather jacket, leaning his head on his fist.
“God damn... why they gotta’ have weather like this... Now I’m stuck at this damn airport...”
He looked at his watch, reading the time of 12:01 PM and sighed... all the snow had to do was calm down so the plane could get up in the air.
“I should be in Toronto right now damn it!”
He hops up from his chair, and pushed his way through the long line of people, waiting to change their tickets, as he got to the front of the desk, and a woman standing behind the counter seemed a little startled.
“Aye, listen here ma’am, any news on when the planes are headin’ up in the air?”
“Um... sir there where people in line before you...”
“I don’t give a damn, I got some place important to be ya’ hear?”
“Um... well what plane are you looking to get on sir?”
“That’d be the damn plane headin’ from right here... to the big TO...”
“Well... last I heard, the plane from New York to Toronto was to board in 15 minutes...”
“It’s about damn time.”
He heads out of the line as people are looking at him a little strangely. He scratches his head as he looks back at them.
“What yall’ lookin’ at?”
He continues walking, as he places his bag back on his shoulder, and walks towards the bathroom.
“Might as well go for a little bathroom break before we head out.”
He heads in the bathroom, and no later than five minutes later, people begin swarming out of the washroom with their hands over their noses, before the man comes back out, looking slightly happier that he was, as he looks at the people whom where looking at him.
“What...? I do somethin’?”
“PLANE FROM NEW YORK TO TORONTO NOW BOARDING AT GATE 3"
Those where the words heard throughout the speakers in the Airport. The man grabs his stuff, and heads to the gate, passing his bag through the x-ray machine... not like he had anything illegal in there anyways... or did he... Heh, let’s just say he doesn’t. Nothing was found throughout the bag, as he passes through and heads through the black curtain, and into his first class seat, now on his way to Toronto. He gets comfy in his seat, as he adjusts his hat on his head, and places some earphones in his ears as a stewardess approaches him, and mutters some words, in which he can’t hear so he takes the earphones out of his ears and smiles.
“Can I get you anything sir?”
“You sure can sweetheart...”
He scans her with his eyes as she raises an eyebrow, before he speaks again.
“Aight, since there ain’t no good alcohol on this plane, I’ll take a coke.”
She quickly hands him a coke, and moves on as he looks at a guy sitting next to him.
“She definitely digs me.”
He places his earphones back in his ears as the guy looks at him funny, but the man ignores him, enjoying the rest of his flight.
Now in Toronto...
“About damn time! Shit...”
He heads out the doors of the airport, as he places his bag on his shoulder, and calls up a taxi. He places his bag in the trunk, as he enters the backseat.
“APW Tower... make it snappy.”
The driver nods, and no longer than five minutes from the airport, he dropped the man off at the front door, as he made his way out of the taxi, and took his bag out of the back of the taxi. He throws a ten dollar bill in the window, and heads through the APW tower doors. He makes his way down the hall and looks at the list where the offices where stated to be... Lindsay Corban... He nods his head as he enters the elevator, and presses #40. Took a little while to make it up there, but he exited the doors as they opened, and walked towards her office. He checked his hair in the mirror, and pressed down his eyebrows, as he wipes off his shoulders, and places his bag down, on the side of the door as he gives it a couple of knocks.
A man seen standing in an airport... he was staring at the announcements on the board reading “FLIGHT FROM NY to TO POSTPONED” He was scratching his chin as he looked around at the packed airport. He dropped his bag, and slouched down on one of the chairs as he adjusted his leather jacket, leaning his head on his fist.
“God damn... why they gotta’ have weather like this... Now I’m stuck at this damn airport...”
He looked at his watch, reading the time of 12:01 PM and sighed... all the snow had to do was calm down so the plane could get up in the air.
“I should be in Toronto right now damn it!”
He hops up from his chair, and pushed his way through the long line of people, waiting to change their tickets, as he got to the front of the desk, and a woman standing behind the counter seemed a little startled.
“Aye, listen here ma’am, any news on when the planes are headin’ up in the air?”
“Um... sir there where people in line before you...”
“I don’t give a damn, I got some place important to be ya’ hear?”
“Um... well what plane are you looking to get on sir?”
“That’d be the damn plane headin’ from right here... to the big TO...”
“Well... last I heard, the plane from New York to Toronto was to board in 15 minutes...”
“It’s about damn time.”
He heads out of the line as people are looking at him a little strangely. He scratches his head as he looks back at them.
“What yall’ lookin’ at?”
He continues walking, as he places his bag back on his shoulder, and walks towards the bathroom.
“Might as well go for a little bathroom break before we head out.”
He heads in the bathroom, and no later than five minutes later, people begin swarming out of the washroom with their hands over their noses, before the man comes back out, looking slightly happier that he was, as he looks at the people whom where looking at him.
“What...? I do somethin’?”
“PLANE FROM NEW YORK TO TORONTO NOW BOARDING AT GATE 3"
Those where the words heard throughout the speakers in the Airport. The man grabs his stuff, and heads to the gate, passing his bag through the x-ray machine... not like he had anything illegal in there anyways... or did he... Heh, let’s just say he doesn’t. Nothing was found throughout the bag, as he passes through and heads through the black curtain, and into his first class seat, now on his way to Toronto. He gets comfy in his seat, as he adjusts his hat on his head, and places some earphones in his ears as a stewardess approaches him, and mutters some words, in which he can’t hear so he takes the earphones out of his ears and smiles.
“Can I get you anything sir?”
“You sure can sweetheart...”
He scans her with his eyes as she raises an eyebrow, before he speaks again.
“Aight, since there ain’t no good alcohol on this plane, I’ll take a coke.”
She quickly hands him a coke, and moves on as he looks at a guy sitting next to him.
“She definitely digs me.”
He places his earphones back in his ears as the guy looks at him funny, but the man ignores him, enjoying the rest of his flight.
Now in Toronto...
“About damn time! Shit...”
He heads out the doors of the airport, as he places his bag on his shoulder, and calls up a taxi. He places his bag in the trunk, as he enters the backseat.
“APW Tower... make it snappy.”
The driver nods, and no longer than five minutes from the airport, he dropped the man off at the front door, as he made his way out of the taxi, and took his bag out of the back of the taxi. He throws a ten dollar bill in the window, and heads through the APW tower doors. He makes his way down the hall and looks at the list where the offices where stated to be... Lindsay Corban... He nods his head as he enters the elevator, and presses #40. Took a little while to make it up there, but he exited the doors as they opened, and walked towards her office. He checked his hair in the mirror, and pressed down his eyebrows, as he wipes off his shoulders, and places his bag down, on the side of the door as he gives it a couple of knocks.