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Post by androgynos on Feb 4, 2008 11:49:57 GMT -6
The plane banked sharply, preparing to land and the motion woke Archer up out of his slumber. Considering how cramped and uncomfortable the chairs were, he'd slept quite well. Must be due to the exhausting events of late, he thought to himself. The attendant announced the landing and weather conditions-rain-and the plane descended and landed on the runway, jolting Tucker out of his nap and causing Frank to squeeze his eyes shut and cling to the armrests for dear life. He opened an eye and glanced over at Tucker to see how he was holding up. As fascinating as the flight was, he could truly say he was just happy to be on Terra Firma.
There was a bustle of passengers standing up and removing their onboard luggage. Tucker and Archer had brought nothing with them, so they just sat and waited for some of the people to disembark before leaving themselves.
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Post by carduus on Feb 10, 2008 14:55:37 GMT -6
[Heh - sorry, mush. Tucker ran off and I couldn't hunt him down. He poked out though, after I saw Sweeney Todd in the cine. Got Andy to tie him up, but he's kinda unstable]
After checking the bus timetable, Tucker sat down on one of the benches, breathing in deeply. The rain tapped on the glass roof of the bus stop booth and the air smelled of wet earth, of washed-down dust. Smelled of new beginnings.
"Welcome to Ireland." He smiles to himself.
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Post by androgynos on Feb 11, 2008 6:54:16 GMT -6
Archer stood, shifting on his feet, restless. He covered his head with a left-behind newspaper to protect it from the slanting rain. He couldn't make up his mind whether to stand or sit and he felt disoriented and tired. Just hours ago, they'd fled a burning house and now he was on another continent with no more than the clothes on his back and the contents of his wallet. He'd never done anything so rash and unplanned in his life. The feeling reminded him of being taken through the gate, but on a less intense level. He backed out of the rain and took a seat next to Tucker, just a tad more than friendly-close, for reassurance. At least they'd chosen to flee to a place one of them was familiar with.
"It's funny, really," Archer said, "no matter where you go on this planet, people are always people and houses always look like houses. Every time I've ever traveled, I've always expected everything to feel more different than it actually does when I get there."
"The most foreign and new part of any travel experience is the smell for some reason." he continued. "Do you get my meaning? This rain smells different than the rain back at the other place...or Amestris, for that matter." he looked over to Tucker, wishing for his thoughts.
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