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There's something about airplanes, Bee thought, as she peered out her tiny window at the world of pillowed clouds beneath the plane. When you took a trip on a plane, you started in one place, complete with all its sights and sounds and smells, and then you got onto the plane, and in no time at all you were in an entirely new world - a world of substandard food, popping ears, and the somehow quiet roar of the engines. You stayed isolated in this tube, soaring along through a world that was as much like the ground as the Rocky Mountains are to Kansas, and you stayed there until you landed in the next place. You neither saw anything nor knew anything of the actual distance you traveled, save the number of miles. There were no landmarks, no dangerous treks, nothing to make the journey stand out. It was disconcerting to her, in a small way, to have little to no concept of the actual trip she was taking.
She was on her way back from Greece with Lena and Tibby and Carmen. The flight was under-booked, thankfully, and the four girls - though they had been given seats scattered throughout the plane - had managed to garner an entire row for themselves. Tibby was across the aisle, spread out over the three empty seats, fast sleeping. Lena and Carmen were next to Bee, watching a movie on Carmen's video iPod. Bee smiled contentedly at her friends, quietly enjoying the easy way with which they could all be in the same area, yet each doing something different, yet still all together in an underlying way. They hadn't been together very much over the summer, and after they got home from Greece they would separate once more, and so Bee was savoring what little time she had left with them.
Bee yawned, the muscles of her jaw aching with the size of it. She slipped off her flip-flops and tucked her feet under her, curling up on the seat. After a few moments more of fidgeting she managed to get comfortable enough to doze off, but just before she did, she caught Lena's eye. The two grinned at each other wordlessly, and Bee drifted off to sleep with the warm comfort of their sturdy friendship wrapped about her like an old favorite blanket.
She felt the strange fabric of the plane pillow against her cheek, felt her body contorted to fit in the seat. But as she dozed off she began to feel as though she were stretching out, lying flat, and the feeling of her face against the pillow began to feel more like her face in the sand. She was dreaming of Baja, surely, of that white sand and that clear turquoise water. She smiled. Any minute now she would hear Eric's voice, and where things would go from there…
Bee opened her eyes. She was not dreaming. She was also not in Baja. She was also not on the plane. She sat up, brushing the sand from her body. A frown of consternation appeared on her face, and she reached up a hand to run her fingers through her white-blonde hair.
"Hmmmm," she hummed to herself softly, her lips pursed.
[ooc: bare-footed blond, just appeared on beach. would probably be more than a little freaked out to meet someone who looks just like her, but would take it in stride. late tags and ST welcome.]
She was on her way back from Greece with Lena and Tibby and Carmen. The flight was under-booked, thankfully, and the four girls - though they had been given seats scattered throughout the plane - had managed to garner an entire row for themselves. Tibby was across the aisle, spread out over the three empty seats, fast sleeping. Lena and Carmen were next to Bee, watching a movie on Carmen's video iPod. Bee smiled contentedly at her friends, quietly enjoying the easy way with which they could all be in the same area, yet each doing something different, yet still all together in an underlying way. They hadn't been together very much over the summer, and after they got home from Greece they would separate once more, and so Bee was savoring what little time she had left with them.
Bee yawned, the muscles of her jaw aching with the size of it. She slipped off her flip-flops and tucked her feet under her, curling up on the seat. After a few moments more of fidgeting she managed to get comfortable enough to doze off, but just before she did, she caught Lena's eye. The two grinned at each other wordlessly, and Bee drifted off to sleep with the warm comfort of their sturdy friendship wrapped about her like an old favorite blanket.
She felt the strange fabric of the plane pillow against her cheek, felt her body contorted to fit in the seat. But as she dozed off she began to feel as though she were stretching out, lying flat, and the feeling of her face against the pillow began to feel more like her face in the sand. She was dreaming of Baja, surely, of that white sand and that clear turquoise water. She smiled. Any minute now she would hear Eric's voice, and where things would go from there…
Bee opened her eyes. She was not dreaming. She was also not in Baja. She was also not on the plane. She sat up, brushing the sand from her body. A frown of consternation appeared on her face, and she reached up a hand to run her fingers through her white-blonde hair.
"Hmmmm," she hummed to herself softly, her lips pursed.
[ooc: bare-footed blond, just appeared on beach. would probably be more than a little freaked out to meet someone who looks just like her, but would take it in stride. late tags and ST welcome.]