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 Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 7:38 am
The planes doors opened and the passengers stepped out of the plane, Ben looked around him, night had fallen on New York. He followed the other passengers into the main terminal, heading out of the arrivals room and picking up his luggage. He made his way out of the airport and got into a Taxi.
<< Exit to City>>
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 6:46 pm
*Rogue walked into the airport in midday, hood over her head and scarf over her face, only her eyes showing. She entered and made her way to the restrooms and removed her hood and scarf and examined her face. Her pale complexion almost glowed under the flourescent lights, her eyes lighting up, on fire for a moment...a perfect green and glowing fire.
Two women were leaving the stalls at about the same time, Rogue walked over to one of the women and whispered sleep into her mind, and she used her mental weight to make the woman fall into her arms slightly...everything done silently...
She then bit in and drank...the other woman just finishing washing her hands and turning...
"Is that woman all right?"
Rogue stopped drinking for a moment and replied..
"She will be."
*Rogue moved with lightning speed and landed atop the other woman, smashing a punch that knocked her out....Rogue drank quickly and quietly...and dropped the other woman.
In the same fashion, she killed 4 more women before someone came into the restroom...to which Rogue also killed.
She left their bodies bleeding out what was left of them...and returned her hood to her head and her scarf to her mouth...not taking enough time to wipe off the blood.
She walked out of the restroom, a woman passed walking in beside her. A few moments later, a loud scream could be heard. Rogue was out of the airport then.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 8:54 am
A young woman strolled through LaGuardia Airport. She was humming "New York New York" as she twirled a strand hair around her finger. She walked out of the arrival gate, to the conveyor belt which had her luggage. She held a strap of her messenger bag, her carry-on luggage, as she waited for her bag to come out.
She hadn't packed much. No, she'd been in a rush when she'd left. It was a spur of the moment thing, coming to New York. She'd been sick of Europe, especially Italy. Then again, a few hundred years in a certain place will do that, she reasoned with a smile. She kept her eyes on the conveyor belt until she saw a small black bag. It was hardly bigger than her messenger, but it was hers. She picked it up and made her way to the exit of the Airport. Outside, she caught a taxi to the City itself.
((Exit to the City.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 4:25 pm
Bjorn came out of the terminal he flied into, he rubbed his hands together and breathed on them, the plane ride had been quite cold. He picked up his baggage at the claim and stpped outside. 'So this is America' he thoguth to himself 'I can live with this' started to walk toward a taxi cab to get a ride to downtown.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2007 6:30 pm
Yes, Evelynn had flown in on her own private jet. No, just because she owned her own aircraft did not mean she enjoyed flying. It had been a long flight from Italy, and nothing could make her feel better right now than strangling someone, someone close to her.
The last thing she remembered her sister saying when she last saw her was that she wanted to see a big city, one she had never been to before. She had lost Delilah back in Vatican City, and figured that the woman would chose to explore parts of Italy that she hadn't been to in a while. Boy, was she wrong.
Having nearly thrown herself from the plane, Evelynn was not walking through the terminal to bagage claim. Delilah, you had better be here... Her conversations which she had with herself never ceased to exsist, and she really had little controll over them.
Giving the Airport Crew an apathetic glance, she picked up her laptop bag, the only bag she brought and her own pilote wouldn't let her keep it with her. Pathetic.
{Exit to City, cutting through Residental District. (Not posting in any places between Airport and City.)}
((Please excuse all misspellings for the time being. I will return to correct them momentarily.))
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Posted: Sun May 20, 2007 12:03 pm
yabureta shinzo Shinzo glanced at his ticket then headed to the gate of flight 724 New York to Tokyo (( you can't leave the city...FAQ of the guild...either you stay or you join another guild...)))
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 4:32 pm
-Walks around the airport-
"BORED AS HELL!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 10, 2007 6:46 pm
Tetsuo steps off the plane. He looks around'This is New York...it's so...dirty'he thinks to himself. Tetsuo walks out to where the cabs where coming in. Walking up to one of the cabs he opens up the door. Sitting inside he asks to be taken to the nearest park. Having only his uniform and his bow.
~Exits~
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 6:06 pm
"Thank you, Lex, it's always a pleasure doing business."
Xander clicked the phone shut. Three deathdealers were with him, and the four picked up a large set of supplies Rogue had requested him get. A limo came and picked him up, the large semi-truck went to a location Rogue had requested.
(exit to city.)
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 12:23 pm
Charles walked through the departures hall heading towards the luggage pick up point his roundel bag travelling around the conveyor belt, he picked it up and headed towards the exit. It had been the second time in this airport the first time was on better circumstances. He kept his head down and never looked at the cameras; he wanted to make it out without any suspicion. At the entrance of the airport a gentleman wondered over to Charles and slipped his a set of keys, and then vanished. Charles immediately headed to the closest car park and walked to the top park. A blue Suzuki GSX1300R stood on its own, Charles turned the electronic ignition and the bike started he looked round and then popped it in gear and screeched down the car park and out the main gate.
(Exit to city)
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Posted: Wed Dec 05, 2007 7:27 pm
The scents of NYC entered Kamahl's nostrils as soon as he stepped off the plane. He walked down the runway and into the area where all the other passengers on this flight were gathering. The flight from Moscow was a long one....his muscles were tight and sore from sitting down for a long period of time. Kamahl dropped his bags and stretched out a bit. After feeling a bit more loose, he cracked his neck and picked up his bags. He had to look around for a moment to get his bearings. No one to visit him here, no friends gathering outside the airport to take him back into the city....just a bunch of strangers crowded into the airport terminal. In a slow, smooth gait he made his way through the crowd of people and towards the nearest exit.
"And the wind of change arrives....."
He took one last glance about the terminal and finally walked out into chaos that was New York City. (exit)
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 6:17 pm
Dean reached for his bags, grabbing them just before they passed. Least my bags didnt get lost... He thought, walking toward the exit, then signaling a cab. Once one stopped he placed his bags in the trunk and stepped into the cab, rubbing his hands together for warmth. "Is it always so cold here?" The cab driver simply nodded his head and began driveing.
{EXIT}
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