[RP] The Tidal Waves

“Oh, we’re sitting together…” was all Fletcher could get out before turning away from Sarah. His face flushed a little bit. It wasn’t just because he’d be sitting next to the girl he liked for an extended period of time – the flight was going to be long – but also because he was frustrated. Frustrated that now, no matter what he did, it seemed like the Fates were trying to keep him on his path of talking to Sarah.

Well, the Fates didn’t understand high school. Or the fact there was a giant jock sitting in the back that was practically ready to rock his head into the ground if he even tried to continue his Crusade. He sighed, which was tinted with a large amount of frustration. He really wanted to keep talking to Sarah. He would probably never get another chance, and she seemed willing enough to actually engage in conversation. But was it worth it? Was it worth pretty much challenging the most popular guy in school indirectly? Fletcher’s head was rattled with questions. Every time he convinced himself he should just forsake the challenge against his neurosis, something always came back to try and prove he shouldn’t – like the plane seats. Should he take the chance? Should he switch seats? Switching seats with Jared may actually mitigate a lot of the current troubles, but Sarah would probably never forgive him…

Fletcher took another large sigh. This would probably open him up to heartbreak and will probably ruin the trip for him…and probably trigger an even worse social neurosis than what he was already molded into…but what the hell. He had already come this far – rational thinking would be he should keep going. He turned back to Sarah, but he didn’t get one word in before she asked a question of her own.

We should be there soon. Maybe about ten minutes or so? What should we do in the free hour we've got until the flight?"

“...What should we do? You mean like…uh…together? Uh…” Fletcher could only stare. He probably looked like a retarded deer-in-the-headlights, but…well…he’s never actually spent time together anywhere with a girl. Or anyone. This was going to be a new experience. And he was probably going to flub it up by being awkward. That’d be just his luck.

“Uh…well…we could get food…since we probably won’t have our in-flight meal for a while...”
 
There was a lot of commotion coming from the back of the bus, Asuka sighed before muttering in Vitali's ear "Some people must really have nothing better to do than to cause trouble."

Vitali said something about only teasing her about leaving him, as well as not to worry about the slapfest from earlier. She smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, to show her appreciation.

She stole a quick glance at the ticket to see where he was sitting. She reached into her bag and pulled her ticket out. "Row 6, seat B. seems like we're sitting together, maybe you have won the lottery with that ticket." She joked with a smile.

"Hopefully all the high school drama will be toned down on the plane too." She quietly finished so only Vitali would hear her. "What do you want to do at the airport, before the plane leaves? We'll have some time to spare."
 
Keeping his head down in his book, David kept his eye out for anybody who may have picked up on what either of them had said, despite being little more than strangers he felt protective of her for some reason.

Simply putting it down to hormonal impulses he discarded the thought as quickly as it arose. He was a man of logic, not of feeling, distracting himself he looked inside his bag, surely enough as the teacher stated he had a ticket inside. Taking a look at it it appeared he would be seated at Row 7, Seat A. Pocketing the ticket and securing it so he wouldn't lose it he returned to his book, keeping his eyes focused on it rather than on whatever Iglesias was doing. He could feel it already that this was going to be a tense trip...
 
"Yeah, I promise not to bite," Sarah said playfully.

The thought of having someone other than Stevie or Henry to hang around was quite refreshing if she said so herself. It distracted her from the Jared drama and the pain of losing Bridgette as her friend once upon a time ago. The scandals could wait for now. The position of Queen Bee could do the same, too.

"Food sounds like a good idea, I only had some grape juice because I was running late this morning. Maybe we could grab some coffee as well and talk in private? You know, where there aren't a hundred Gossip Girls on the bus?"

She cast a quick look around the bus and her eyes met Bridgette's. That sympathy was no longer there, she could see it had faded away. But it didn't matter. She had grown strong in the years she had been alone. The past had to be cast away. Three years preparing to be the strong independent woman had taken its toll on her. But how wrong she was when she didn't realise what kind of purposes it would service in the near future ...
 
As the bus rumbled off, he let his feet dangle lazily over the bus floor, occasionally tapping his foot with a tinny metallic thunk on the floor. His expression made it clear that he was bored already, before the journey had even properly started.

Propping his elbow up on the rubber armrest below the window, he let his head rest on the glass, ignoring the stare of the student beside him, who had tried to strike up some kind of conversation with him about her new pup. How dull.

Yawning, he just about mustered up the care for social grace to cover his mouth to stifle the exclamation of mixed boredom and fatigue. So this was how he would start an uneventful week.
 
“Talk…private…?” If he had been able to hide it until recently, this recent question about what to do with their time at the airport would definitely cause a noticeable hue change on his cheeks. Have some food, and talk privately with a girl? Fletcher couldn’t even pinpoint a time or place that he had even been ALONE with a girl, let alone actually social adept enough to carry on a conversation. And with Sarah of all people? Things seemed too good to be true. He had to be setting himself up for some let down.

Again his better judgment though, as all his decisions currently have been, he gave a nod towards Sarah’s plan. Besides, if it was a more private setting maybe he’d be able to open up a little more. Maybe. He wasn’t placing all his eggs into one basket, though.

“Yeah…uh…I only had some cereal…food sounds good….” Inside, he was slapping himself in the face. Smooth move, ex-lax. Can you smooth out your speech any?
 
Getting time away with Fletcher would be refreshing for Sarah. She knew it would piss off Jared, at the very least. But it wasn't like the richest girl in the school was using the poor boy. After some advice from Henry, it was time for her to get out into the world and make new friends. Fletcher looked like he needed the confidence boost. Sarah had plenty of that to share around. She could tell he was nervous around her, but she tried not to let that bother her. After all, she wasn't used to having guys nervous around her. The types that tried to date her were overconfident assholes.

She saw him nod and felt at ease. So he was agreeing to her plan. They could get away from the crowd and blend in with the rest of the airport. No one could find them. Sarah knew the airport well, especially having to greet her parents back from their business trips on a regular basis. It was a pain in the ass. Henry was adamant that she'd have to endure it for the sake of her younger brother, especially in recent days.

At the mere thought of Matt, Sarah trembled inside. Everyone thought he had left for boarding school, but how wrong they were. There was a horrible secret that the family had to keep from everyone. Sarah herself was the worst off. Besides, it was like her parents didn't even care about where they'd put him ...

The reason for where he was now put her mind at unrest. She couldn't go down that path again, but even so, she'd brought some of it with her. Surely a trip down there wouldn't hurt, right?

She was about to speak when the bus pulled up at the airport.

"The security will put our luggage through, considering we're a very important private school in our beloved country," Mr Turner smirked. He was still being his perverted self by looking at the girls on the bus. "All right, you've got an hour until we go through passport control. Make sure you don't lose your tickets or else it's one week with the janitor back at the school."

Sarah was the first to get off. She put her bag around her shoulder and walked off, glancing at the huge airport. It was an all too familiar sight, nothing too special.
 
Things seemed to be going all right. Well, despite the giant bi-polar confusion that was currently plaguing Fletcher’s mind, causing him to constantly keep going back and forth between running and staying, of course. Or the fact he knew he was going to get pummeled by Jared at some point on this trip. Despite that, physically, Fletcher seemed to be calming down. Sarah was a pretty cool girl. As if that was a surprise to him.

The bus trip seemed to be taking forever. The airport wasn’t an obscene distance away, but time seemed to be passing so slowly. Although, Fletcher had always been more aware of social situations…anything passed slowly with him. After what seemed like forever, the bus reached the airport. As everyone began stretching their limbs and grabbing their items, Mr. Turner began to speak.

"The security will put our luggage through, considering we're a very important private school in our beloved country. All right, you've got an hour until we go through passport control. Make sure you don't lose your tickets or else it's one week with the janitor back at the school." He was smirking. For being an important private school, it sure did have a lot of perverted creeps in it. If only people could see behind his sunglasses – he could be sued for sexual harassment…or something similar.

By the time Fletcher turned from retrieving his carry-on bag, Sarah had disappeared. He didn’t even notice her leave the bus. As more people began to move past him, Fletcher noticed Jared moving up from the back. Thinking it might not be the best idea to get anywhere near him, he began the trek towards the door of the bus. Stepping out into the crowded airport, he glanced around to see if he could find Sarah. Luckily, she hadn’t moved too far.

“So…ready for some food?”

He was trying his best to get away from the bus. He didn’t want to take any chances with Jared. Or any of his friends.
 
Faythe had stepped off the bus with no real intention of sitting on the plane next to jared, she was just attempting to torment him. She glanced at her ticket that read row 7 seat b "I wonder who im sat next to?" She muttered to herself hoping she didnt actually end up next to jared. She placed her luggage on the conveyor and took her carry on bag with her. she looked over at the computers and thought that she would have fun with those until the plane was setting off

((OOC: short post and it was decided between me and damon that i would end up sat next to his character, with jared somewhere close by... also p[lease tell me jared is a NPC?))
 
The large angular airport terminal building came into sight as the bus pulled around the corner and the young Russian fell silent. The modern structure probably passed without notice for most of the students and people who walked through its vestibule, but memories flooded Vi, his thoughts clouded with events from 3 years ago.

"..."

Vitali was not prepared for the sudden emotional furore within, his chest tightened and he felt he would choke should he dare speak. What an unconcious reaction...The thought of memory this building held hadn't even struck him until it was too late to retreat and now he was stuck to face his 15 year old self; a frightened boy, thrust into the unstoppable winds of change. Every fear, every sadness, ever hesitation shook him to his core, the feeling of helplesness flooding over him as though he had dragged himself through those doors but yesterday.

[Start Memory]

A miserable looking youth shuffled silently into the terminal, refusing to take his eyes off the patterned marbled floor, his eyes empty and devoid of the same hope his 50-something travelling companion seemed to have.

"Our new home, Vi!"

The woman took a deep breath, a cheery but tired smile painting her face. She scanned about, hundreds of people coming and going, smiles and hugs and hapiness in abundance. Just what they needed, a fresh start, a new chance...and yet.

"Vitali darling, sulking won't--"

"What? Bring him back, yeah, I know!!!"

The youth pulled from her gentle touch and stormed forward, tears threatening the corners of his eyes. He hated this stupid country, these stupid people and their stupid politics. It was all their fault; their fault he had to abandon his home of 15 years, their fault he was stuck here and their fault his father had been assassinated. How could his Mother bring him here? He'd rather die in Russia as a rebel than slink into the open arms of America as a political refugee.

"Just...just leave me alone..."

A look of pained understanding washed over the woman and quietly she followed after the boy as he stomped towards their American contact who was going to whisk them away to their new future. It would take time, but Vitali's wounds would heal eventually.

[End Memory]

How wrong he had been then, still full of such anger and pent up anguish. Thinking back he was almost ashamed of how he had treated his cherished mother when they had arrived here...

"Ohteyetse..."

Realising he had been unusually quite for a little too long, he looked down to his Asian princess who had exited the bus with him and offered forward his arm in a gentlemanly fashion.

"Shall we?"
 
Asuka was gazing out of the window as the bus approached the Airport Terminal, Vitali seemed to be lost in his own thoughts. Thoughts of her own came flooding into her head.

[Past]

Asuka found herself in Yokohama a couple of years earlier, she was stood at the edge of the city and she was not alone.

"Where do you think you are going, young lady!?" her father spat at her, to which she coldly replied. "Wherever I want to, I have grandpa's inheritance money."

Her father was very happy with that, he even threatened to cut her off from the money. It wasn't the first time this threat had been made to her, but it was always an empty threat and having no reason to believe any different this time she just shrugged it off.

Once she left the city, her first stop was the airport, she couldn't leave the country soon enough she bought a ticket to London, England and boarded the plane as soon as could. This was her first time at an airport but she was too emotional to take any notice of her surroundings. She just waited and boarded the plane. People may have thought she was an automaton, but she really couldn't care.

[Present Day]

Asuka returned to her senses just as Vitali spoke up again, although what he said was something in Russian.

"Oh tay yet sea?" she tried to repeat what Vitali had said, but failed miserably at the pronunciation. Good one Asuka. Way to make a fool of yourself. She knew she should have just ignored the word in Russian. Or at the very least, not have tried to repeat it.

Asuka just took his arm and they walked towards the stores. "Before we go through Passport Control I want to go to the clothes store, I hope you don't mind." Before he could object she dragged him off and into the nearest clothes store.

As soon as they entered there were racks of clothes everywhere although the first thing they saw was a small table with a mirror and some brushes, she checked her hair which looked fine, and moved over to the skirts.

Picking up a couple of skirts and some bikinis she headed to the changing rooms to try them on. When she emerged she headed straight to the counter, she handed the skirts and bikinis to the Sales Assistant. Placing her debit card into the card reader she punched in the four digits of her PIN code to authorise the payment and took her receipt.

"I'll just be another minute, Vitali. It's back to the changing rooms." She said, wondering what poor Vitali must be thinking about being dragged around a clothes store.
 
OOC: Jared is played by Channy. I agreed to let her control him since she does such a wonderful job. Let's keep it up with the posts, we should be on the plane soon!

IC: "Yeah, food!" exclaimed Sarah, as her eyes met Fletcher's.

She glanced around, wondering where they could go. For someone so rich, anyone would have expected her to go to such a luxurious restaurant or something. But that wasn't her style. She preferred to keep it low key if she could. After all, there were always people fishing for gossip around her. Seeing that she was with Fletcher would drive them away. It was too boring, not so juicy for them. Just the way she liked it.

"How about Subway? I love the cookies in there," she smiled.

She was unaware that Jared was probably going to have it in for Fletcher now that the two were hanging out. Her ex was most certainly going to enjoy beating him to a pulp, but Sarah was just happy that she could get away from the usual people and hang out with someone new for a change.
 
OOC: Oh, Channy is controlling Jared? Woops. Sorry for the minor control on the bus in my previous post!

IC:
 Although it was probably a horrible stereotype, Fletcher got a bit worried after he suggested going for food. Sarah was pretty rich. She probably had a very refined taste in food. Not having much experience with girls and their surprising likes and dislikes, he assumed she may want to go to some expensive restaurant. He couldn’t afford that. Well, he probably could…but it would virtually max out his spending for the trip in one fell swoop. He was relieved when she suggested Subway.

“Subway? That sounds good!” His speech had moved to a more static disposition. He seemed to be getting more comfortable. That usually is what happens with Fletcher. Whenever someone actually takes the time to get to know him, he opens up. It never is him, though, that initiates a relationship.

Fletcher looked around the airport. Luckily the opening terminal had the food court, or whatever it is called in an airport, directly to the left of the entrance. Subway was just a bit of a walk after entering, so it wasn’t too far.

“Ready to go?” he said, re-adjusting the carry-on to a more comfortable position before taking the first steps towards the glorious heaven that is called food.
 
[OOC: Issok, he's a free range meat. :8F: Also sorry for the lack of replies. I hadn't felt inspired to do a good enough post :gasp: ]

Jared didn’t back down when the girl on the bus confronted him. He cocked a crooked smile, and stood up. His six foot, 3 inch form towered over the small girl, and on the already shrunken bus he looked giant. An intimidation tactic that worked so many times before.

The response for her actions? He simply spat on floor of the bus in front of her. He didn’t take her seriously at all, nor would he be too thrilled about sitting anywhere near her on the bus like she suggested.

“Don’t get involved in things that don’t concern you.” A curt response before he sat back down. He brought up his backpack on the seat, in an obvious ‘go-find-somewhere-else-to-sit’ kind of way.

Bridgette on the other hand simply overlooked the scene from afar, keeping her distance because if she got further involved it would only spell disaster. Turner had sat in the seat across the aisle from her, and she felt unsettled all the more. The man was notorious for his leering on the girls in the halls, and whether they were on a trip or not would make no difference. There were plenty of girls on the trip, not only that they were going to Bermuda. Teenage girls in bikinis only spelled further disaster for the road ahead.

Bridge sighed and shifted in her seat, diverting her attention out the window for the duration of the trip. Her mind wandered and took its own trip down memory lane.

Two little girls were playing on the jungle gym; one a strawberry blonde and the other a mousy brunette. The two were simply chasing each other around the obstacle course, tripping and laughing the pain off. The bright haired beauty bumped into the extending slide and twisted to the ground. ​

A few sniffles and a scuffed knee, tears formed in her eyes. The smaller dark haired girl stopped her antics in an instant to aid her friend. She brushed off the dirt from the minor wound and gave it a short kiss on the skin. ​

“My papa used to kiss my owwies better.” She patted the spot. “All better!”
​

Bridgette snapped back to reality when the bus jerked. Her eyes were glazed over in an uncharacteristic expression of forlorn misery. Mr. Turner rose from his seat, addressed the small crowd and then cast Bridgette a second glance. She’d primped and prepared herself like it was any other day, but perhaps to be in a small confined area with a few others, and Mr. Turner especially, it wasn’t the right day to be wearing the bright pink skirt that cut off above the knee.

Bridgette rose from her seat and noticed when Jared pushed his way off the bus. Always a wolf in a pack, he needed to lead, never follow. As head of a clique, Bridgette had the same determination.

She left the bus with her purse just after he did, leaving her luggage for the caretakers. Straightening up her back to exude the same confidence she always had, she left off into the airport for something to do, this time never casting a second glance back at the girl she was leaving behind again.
 
OOC: Looks like my posts will be short til we get onto the plane. :sad3:

IC: Sarah was a little stunned by his newly found confidence, however, she didn't show this through her facial expressions. It brought a small smile to her face when he was delighted to be heading to Subway. They walked to the food court and she glanced at the Subway in front of them.

"Hey, I'd like a Chicken temptation sub with cheese and salad, please," Sarah said to the guy behind the counter, taking the initiative. "I'd also like a Coke Zero and a double chocolate cookie with that, please."

She turned towards Fletcher.

"Yeah, I get an appetite sometimes," she said, looking slightly embarrassed. "I didn't eat much this morning ... well, I didn't eat at all. This flight's going to be at least four or five hours. We may as well enjoy being on the ground for the time being."
 
Once the bus reached the airport David promptly got off and walked inside with his bags in hand. Not being too worried about eating he just walked through to put his bags on the conveyor belt before heading to the waiting room. Having little to do he just sat down and waited for when the plane was ready to be boarded.

Adjusting his clothes he began to immerse his attention in his book, hopefully he wouldn't have to wait long...
 
Stretching as he got off the bus, he was more than a little relieved to be free of the confining seats of the bus, which left him feeling cramped and uncomfortable. When his stretching ended in a crack, he sighed in relief and made his way towards the food court. He hadn't taken any homemade food; only money, so he was going to have to buy something to sustain him during the lengthy flight.

Lining up as the savory smell of cooking meat wafted around, he could already anticipate the taste of a cheeseburger and some ice cold cola.

A few minutes later, after the line had at last thinned, he had his wish, and sat down at a table to tuck into his food. Checking his watch as he took a large bite of burger,he sighed- almost inaudibly- in relief. There was still plenty of time before takeoff.
 
OOC: Yay for short posts until the action starts! :yay:


IC: Sarah had bought a large meal. It surprised Fletcher, but hey, he’s not one to judge. Besides, Subway was a great place to indulge yourself.

“Hey, I’m not judging. If you’re hungry, you’re hungry. I don’t blame you for getting this much at Subway.” He said, sort of smirking. Smirking? Did he actually show a facial expression? This trip may be good for him after all. Well, unless something goes horribly wrong, and he gets pushed right back into his dark corner. For now, though, he’s keeping that neurosis in check.

“I’d like a Chicken Bacon Ranch, with added honey mustard, as well as a Coke and a peanut butter cookie.” Fletcher announced to the guy standing behind the large window. As the guy began building the sandwich, Fletcher turned to Sarah. “You’re eating healthier than me, at least.”

She was surprisingly easy to talk to. Maybe his whole take on high school was wrong this entire time. Hollywood always over-exaggerated the social hierarchy of teenagers. Although there was the existence of the jocks, and the plastics, and the cheerleaders, maybe more often than not a good majority of kids didn’t fall into anything, and were generally easy to get along with.

Even if they would get their sandwiches, standing up and eating them didn’t seem like a very relaxed idea.

“So, where do you want to sit?”
 
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Inside the changing room Asuka packed the newly purchased skirt into her carry all and changed into her new bikini top.

It was a yellow stripe bra that just about covered her up. Well at least it'll save time changing upon arrival in Bermuda. It just wasn't very practical for walking around the airport or sitting on the plane. Luckily she was prepared for this.

Reaching into her ach once more she pulled out an orange piece of cloth. It was pretty flimsy but wrapped around her upper body, which she just draped over her shoulders for the time being.

Picking up her bag she opened the door to changing room and covered herself up as she exited the room.

"Sorry about that. Hope you wasn't too bored?" She said apologetically to Vitali.

"We should go to a store now that you want to now." She added with a quick smile. Linking her arm with his she led them out of the store away from the crazed clothes shoppers and then slowed down so he could lead them to a Vitali friendly store.
 
OOC: Short one. Just have her on the plane and by herslef till things go belly up

The bus trip was unexciting to say the least. David and herself received no trouble from the little verbal spat behind them and both kept to themselves afterward. As the bus pulled to the curb at the airport, Iglesias wasted no time to jump off, grab her packs and go through airport procedures. All she wanted to do was to get on the plane and sleep until they hit their destination. It was not the first time she had gone overseas by herself so Iglesias knew what to do. All her fellow students scattered once they were done, some heading to eat while others to shop. For Iglesias, she headed straight to the gate, zipped up her long coat and pulled the hood over her head before settling into a chair close to the boarding gate. Her music was still playing through her headphones and it was all she needed to pass the time till boarding.
 
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