Gateways to the Sky/Runway Confession! | Open
-1-
It was 11:30 at night, and a blizzard was slamming the airport. All inbound flights had been rerouted to different airports, and all outbound flights were canceled. To make matters worse, the roads were unnavigable, leaving everyone in the airport stranded overnight.
Not that Athrun had anywhere to go if the roads were even clear enough to drive on -- he'd just be searching for a hotel that wasn't booked. But even a hotel was preferable to pulling out that emergency blanket he'd been issued and finding the most comfortable piece of floor or trio of chairs he could find. Of course, since that wasn't an option, he'd just have to make do.
Athrun stifled a yawn. He was feeling pretty tired, having had to wake up early this morning to get an inspection out of the way, and then trying to drive to the airport as the snow began to fall. He was sure that, comfortable or not, he'd probably be able to get some sleep.
He looked around him, at some of the other stranded travelers. Most of the people around him had also packed blankets to use, though he did see someone who wasn't. He also remembered that he'd somehow gotten a hold of a second blanket. Figuring it was the gentlemanly thing to do, he walked over.
"Hi. I seem to have a spare blanket that I won't need. Would you like to use it?"
-2-
The loudspeaker declared that the flight was now boarding the first-class passengers. Athrun stood up, picked up his carry-on bag, and began to walk toward the gate.
As he walked, he couldn't help but feel sad. This land had been his home for the past couple years, and here he was, leaving it, quite possibly for good. There were places and, more importantly, people here he might never see again.
Of course, one person topped the list. He'd fallen in love, but had been unsure of whether or not to say anything. After all, he had to put his duties first. Moreover, she seemed to be not interested in him. But, oh well, there were other fish in the sea. Athrun could move on -- after all, he'd done so in the past.
But then he stopped when he heard a familiar voice call his name. He turned around in surprise.
"What is it?"
[[OoC: Girls for romance, anyone for CR. Please mention the number of the prompt you're tagging in the comment title.]]
It was 11:30 at night, and a blizzard was slamming the airport. All inbound flights had been rerouted to different airports, and all outbound flights were canceled. To make matters worse, the roads were unnavigable, leaving everyone in the airport stranded overnight.
Not that Athrun had anywhere to go if the roads were even clear enough to drive on -- he'd just be searching for a hotel that wasn't booked. But even a hotel was preferable to pulling out that emergency blanket he'd been issued and finding the most comfortable piece of floor or trio of chairs he could find. Of course, since that wasn't an option, he'd just have to make do.
Athrun stifled a yawn. He was feeling pretty tired, having had to wake up early this morning to get an inspection out of the way, and then trying to drive to the airport as the snow began to fall. He was sure that, comfortable or not, he'd probably be able to get some sleep.
He looked around him, at some of the other stranded travelers. Most of the people around him had also packed blankets to use, though he did see someone who wasn't. He also remembered that he'd somehow gotten a hold of a second blanket. Figuring it was the gentlemanly thing to do, he walked over.
"Hi. I seem to have a spare blanket that I won't need. Would you like to use it?"
-2-
The loudspeaker declared that the flight was now boarding the first-class passengers. Athrun stood up, picked up his carry-on bag, and began to walk toward the gate.
As he walked, he couldn't help but feel sad. This land had been his home for the past couple years, and here he was, leaving it, quite possibly for good. There were places and, more importantly, people here he might never see again.
Of course, one person topped the list. He'd fallen in love, but had been unsure of whether or not to say anything. After all, he had to put his duties first. Moreover, she seemed to be not interested in him. But, oh well, there were other fish in the sea. Athrun could move on -- after all, he'd done so in the past.
But then he stopped when he heard a familiar voice call his name. He turned around in surprise.
"What is it?"
[[OoC: Girls for romance, anyone for CR. Please mention the number of the prompt you're tagging in the comment title.]]