Lots Of Baggage...
Dec 18, 2012 15:18:31 GMT -5
Post by Jared Bell on Dec 18, 2012 15:18:31 GMT -5
Jared had just spent the last day and a half running from terminal to terminal to make sure he actually caught his flight to Vermont. It had been bad enough getting to the first airport without getting caught, but honestly he would have done that seven times over if he didn't have to do all of that running again. His small amount of energy he had left was being used lugging his bags across campus while he tried to find Goddard and Martin. Knowing those two it would be easiest to find them in the busiest part of the school. They always were nicking things when they thought they wouldn't be seen. Either way he looked at it he would need help getting these bags up the stairs. It was cold outside and he wanted nothing more than to get inside and perhaps find someone to hit it off with. It wasn't as if he only wanted to be friends with the two he already knew. Although those were probably the only two who would be able to help him out of his present situation. Half of the reason why he had decided to set roots in America.
Walking along the path he could see his breath hanging in the air. He never was one to dress for the weather so right now he just had a hoody on over a t-shirt and a pair of worn jeans. "Bloody piece of shit!" His bag's wheel had snapped off in one of the cracks in the sidewalk. Now he was stuck dragging the damn thing lopsided across the campus. It wouldn't have been so bad if the bag hadn't been so expensive to get in the first place. It also would have been better if it wasn't containing the better part of what Jared owned. He was down to two cigarettes and he wanted to hold out until he could work out which American brand he liked, however his addictive nature had taken over. Before he even realized it he was puffing away and sucking in the sweet taste of the smoke. He looked around for a moment. Perhaps he'd be able to convince one of these poor saps to give him a hand with his bag.
Finally he spied what he was looking for. Another guy about his age walking on his own. Thankfully he was carrying absolutely nothing. Grunting as his bags dragged across the ground he made his way over to his next victim. "Oi mate! You mind giving a foreigner a hand here?" He called out, his British accent being forced even louder. He was looking for pity and being a stranger in a new country seemed like a good way. He continued to approach the bloke. With any luck he would even know where Martin and Goddard hung their hats.He dragged his bags up and as he opened his mouth to introduce himself the last bit of his cigarette fell from his mouth. "Well then... guess I'm done for today." He muttered as he stomped it out.
"The name's Jared Bell, and I'm looking for two of the craziest blokes you'll ever have had the pleasure of knowing." He said; extending his hand as he reached the blonde. He stood his bags up beside him as he waited to see how the bloke would react. If he knew Martin and Goddard they were trying to keep a low profile or some other nonsense. The least he could do for them was to buff up their reputation. Those two had always thought it was easier not to be noticed. The truth was it was easier to not be noticed if people actually saw you.
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Walking along the path he could see his breath hanging in the air. He never was one to dress for the weather so right now he just had a hoody on over a t-shirt and a pair of worn jeans. "Bloody piece of shit!" His bag's wheel had snapped off in one of the cracks in the sidewalk. Now he was stuck dragging the damn thing lopsided across the campus. It wouldn't have been so bad if the bag hadn't been so expensive to get in the first place. It also would have been better if it wasn't containing the better part of what Jared owned. He was down to two cigarettes and he wanted to hold out until he could work out which American brand he liked, however his addictive nature had taken over. Before he even realized it he was puffing away and sucking in the sweet taste of the smoke. He looked around for a moment. Perhaps he'd be able to convince one of these poor saps to give him a hand with his bag.
Finally he spied what he was looking for. Another guy about his age walking on his own. Thankfully he was carrying absolutely nothing. Grunting as his bags dragged across the ground he made his way over to his next victim. "Oi mate! You mind giving a foreigner a hand here?" He called out, his British accent being forced even louder. He was looking for pity and being a stranger in a new country seemed like a good way. He continued to approach the bloke. With any luck he would even know where Martin and Goddard hung their hats.He dragged his bags up and as he opened his mouth to introduce himself the last bit of his cigarette fell from his mouth. "Well then... guess I'm done for today." He muttered as he stomped it out.
"The name's Jared Bell, and I'm looking for two of the craziest blokes you'll ever have had the pleasure of knowing." He said; extending his hand as he reached the blonde. He stood his bags up beside him as he waited to see how the bloke would react. If he knew Martin and Goddard they were trying to keep a low profile or some other nonsense. The least he could do for them was to buff up their reputation. Those two had always thought it was easier not to be noticed. The truth was it was easier to not be noticed if people actually saw you.
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