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Spending time in a luggage department for at least an hour or more with nothing but the.. luggage to keep one company? Yeah, it's as fun as it sounds. Maybe even less. I don't know how long I'd spent amongst the luggage before I actually decided to see what I could find in the luggage. Of course I'd put everything back, but who could blame me? I had nothing to do but think and listen to the sounds of the engines that were much too loud for my vampire hearing.
Most of the suitcases were locked at first. What? Didn't people trust one another anymore? What exactly was the world coming to lately? Shrugging at that, I moved on to a few others that were in my general area and finally found one that didn't have one of those pesky locks attached to it. Frowning at the contents, I realized that this wasn't going to be as interesting as I thought might at one point. The next was just as boring but the next actually had a book inside. Pulling the book out, I frowned at the title but flipped through it anyway. No thanks. Stuffing the book back inside the suitcase, I sighed and leaned back on the pile I'd created.
Contrary to common belief this wasn't any sort of heaven for me with nothing to do but think. When I did think it was normally on my own terms - as in not forced to do so - and not in a place such as this. I was alone, sure, but there were too many noises from the plane and from the plane simply being in the air. The airlines should do something about that. Then again, they weren't expecting many passengers in the luggage compartment on a regular basis either.
As I looked up at the ceiling or what was actually the floor to everyone else, I blinked. Well, whether or not this was the perfect condition for thinking on my own terms it was coming anyway. Cordelia's face was the first thing to come to mind as I laid there. Her face seeming to be so peaceful as she laid there in that hospital bed where she never should have been in the first place. Either that or someone should've found a way to have her woken up. With all the resources Wolfram and Hart had they couldn't find a way to simply wake someone up from a coma? Mystical coma, yes, but still. They did much harder things multiple times during the day.
I sat there a while longer, thinking and trying not to kick myself over and over for leaving her there. The more I thought about it, the more I hated myself for leaving. What right did I have just to leave here there? Couldn't we have brought her to Cleveland? Didn't they have good enough hospitals here? Of course, the doctors insisted that she not be moved because it might cause her to.. well, at least now she had a chance of waking up. Right?
Bouncing up in the air away from my pile of suitcases, I cursed aloud when the plane hit the ground. I hadn't even heard the wheels earlier from all the other noises in here and the thoughts screaming in my own mind. Jerking to a stop, I waited impatiently as we taxied to the hangar and squinted at the light that came from the sounds of the hatch opening. Looking around for somewhere to hide myself for the time being, I waited until no one was at the opening and quickly slipped out, hiding in the shadow of the plane until I was able to run towards a door avoiding as much light as possible.
Only catching a few rays of sunlight, I slipped inside the airport and raised a brow at how easy it was to make it upstairs with no problem whatsoever. Security? Well, maybe for someone who wasn't a vampire I guess. I stood in a part of the airport with a few stores around, people walking by with better things on their minds and waited. I had no idea where everyone else was getting off, so I just decided to wait down by the baggage claim section of the airport. I sat on a bench a ways away from the crowd and waited for everyone to arrive.
[Open to Buffy and anyone else when they're ready]
Most of the suitcases were locked at first. What? Didn't people trust one another anymore? What exactly was the world coming to lately? Shrugging at that, I moved on to a few others that were in my general area and finally found one that didn't have one of those pesky locks attached to it. Frowning at the contents, I realized that this wasn't going to be as interesting as I thought might at one point. The next was just as boring but the next actually had a book inside. Pulling the book out, I frowned at the title but flipped through it anyway. No thanks. Stuffing the book back inside the suitcase, I sighed and leaned back on the pile I'd created.
Contrary to common belief this wasn't any sort of heaven for me with nothing to do but think. When I did think it was normally on my own terms - as in not forced to do so - and not in a place such as this. I was alone, sure, but there were too many noises from the plane and from the plane simply being in the air. The airlines should do something about that. Then again, they weren't expecting many passengers in the luggage compartment on a regular basis either.
As I looked up at the ceiling or what was actually the floor to everyone else, I blinked. Well, whether or not this was the perfect condition for thinking on my own terms it was coming anyway. Cordelia's face was the first thing to come to mind as I laid there. Her face seeming to be so peaceful as she laid there in that hospital bed where she never should have been in the first place. Either that or someone should've found a way to have her woken up. With all the resources Wolfram and Hart had they couldn't find a way to simply wake someone up from a coma? Mystical coma, yes, but still. They did much harder things multiple times during the day.
I sat there a while longer, thinking and trying not to kick myself over and over for leaving her there. The more I thought about it, the more I hated myself for leaving. What right did I have just to leave here there? Couldn't we have brought her to Cleveland? Didn't they have good enough hospitals here? Of course, the doctors insisted that she not be moved because it might cause her to.. well, at least now she had a chance of waking up. Right?
Bouncing up in the air away from my pile of suitcases, I cursed aloud when the plane hit the ground. I hadn't even heard the wheels earlier from all the other noises in here and the thoughts screaming in my own mind. Jerking to a stop, I waited impatiently as we taxied to the hangar and squinted at the light that came from the sounds of the hatch opening. Looking around for somewhere to hide myself for the time being, I waited until no one was at the opening and quickly slipped out, hiding in the shadow of the plane until I was able to run towards a door avoiding as much light as possible.
Only catching a few rays of sunlight, I slipped inside the airport and raised a brow at how easy it was to make it upstairs with no problem whatsoever. Security? Well, maybe for someone who wasn't a vampire I guess. I stood in a part of the airport with a few stores around, people walking by with better things on their minds and waited. I had no idea where everyone else was getting off, so I just decided to wait down by the baggage claim section of the airport. I sat on a bench a ways away from the crowd and waited for everyone to arrive.
[Open to Buffy and anyone else when they're ready]