Summary, well I'll make it short cos I'm not too good at these. Well a girl
called Lenna Cruise (I'm writing in first person, cos I find it easier)
has just moved to Bayville, from England. Her dad is a lieutenant in the
Ministry of Defence, and is head of a mutant scouring. She left home
because he found out she was a mutant as well. After being chased out of
the country she sneaked on a plane, (don't ask me how) and ended up in
Bayville. Oh by the way, saw X2, and I just totally dig the character Pyro,
that's why he's in. That's about it, R&R! Please don't sue me and all that
crap, cos I really don't own any of the characters. ^_^
Enjoy
I dragged my bag out through the automatic doors of the airport. That was close, I
thought, having just scraped past two intimidating bouncer-looking security guards. I
winced as they called me over, but it was only to check whether I had spotted a
missing person, I said no and they handed me a leaflet. The next bin I passed I threw
it in. I looked around searching for the nearest public toilet. There was a bright sign,
above a phone box, pointing to the ladies, which was around the corner. I strode
through the door, it was empty, thankfully. It was the middle of the night though, so I
didn't really expect security to be hot. I washed my face and changed in a cubicle to
something more sociably acceptable than raggy jeans, a slashed t-shirt and mud
covered trainers. I looked around the airport, hoping to find somewhere to change my
pounds into dollars. There was a small red kiosk in the middle of the departures
lounge.
"Excuse me," I said softly to the sleeping woman who was, I think, supposed to be
working there. She didn't stir. I coughed roughly.
The woman awoke with a grunt and said, "Yes, how may I help you?"
"Can you change these to pounds please?" I asked politely, smiling sweetly.
"Oh, of course honey, what would you like to change them to?" She asked stupidly.
"To dollars please," I said handing over a wad of cash. She looked at me with caution.
"Thank you, how much is there?" she enquired, counting the notes.
"About £700," I said tonelessly, tapping my foot in impatiently. It took her another
minute to count it all exactly, when she had finished she said,
"Seven hundred and forty five pounds, have you got any more?" I delved into my
pockets and pulled out lots coins and dropped them on her desk.
"There's £4.53 in there, I counted it before," I said, tucking my jeans pocket back in.
The woman took this and typed it into her computer. She went into a place at the back
of the kiosk and emerged two minutes later with the dollars and cents.
"Here you go honey," the woman said, handing me the money in a wallet with
American Air written on the front.
"Thanks," I said, turning on the spot and walking back the way I had came from the
toilets, taking a left out to the bus stops.
"Oh hell," I whispered under my breath as I looked at about thirty different tables on
one wall, and various different posts labelled with things like, 304b to Lawndale. I
thought about what would be the best way to decide where to go from here. Two
gorilla-like men in bouncer style jackets and ties walked past, whispering suspiciously
and looking at me. One of them stopped.
"Do you know when the 274a is coming," he said, in a gruff New York sort of voice.
"Why don you check?" I said, taking a step back and gesturing to the many bus tables
on the facing wall.
"Are you trying to be funny?" the second gorilla inquired, they both walked over, as
though they were trying to be intimidating.
"No, otherwise you would have laughed," I stated, looking back at them, I spread my
legs out to shoulder width, to come off more confident.
"You don't want to mess with us," the first gorilla said, cracking his knuckles. I
coughed a laugh.
"You don't really want to mess with me either," I warned them. The second one also
cracked his knuckles, and they both advanced on me. I felt a buzz of electricity
running through me, my hands now had neon blue electrical spirals running round
them. I took an attacking stance.
"What the hell?" Said one of the gorillas, they took a step back. I thrust my palm
horizontally forward, and a line of blue electricity uncurled itself from my hand and
shot at the two men, they ducked, and it hit a lamppost that malfunctioned. The two
men turned on their tales and sprinted away from the stops. I've got to get out of here,
I thought, looking round franticly, there were no buses due for another hour at least.
"Phone box," I said, "Where did I see a phone box?" It suddenly struck me; there was
a box under the sign leading to the toilets.
I dragged my bag out through the automatic doors of the airport. That was close, I
thought, having just scraped past two intimidating bouncer-looking security guards. I
winced as they called me over, but it was only to check whether I had spotted a
missing person, I said no and they handed me a leaflet. The next bin I passed I threw
it in. I looked around searching for the nearest public toilet. There was a bright sign,
above a phone box, pointing to the ladies, which was around the corner. I strode
through the door, it was empty, thankfully. It was the middle of the night though, so I
didn't really expect security to be hot. I washed my face and changed in a cubicle to
something more sociably acceptable than raggy jeans, a slashed t-shirt and mud
covered trainers. I looked around the airport, hoping to find somewhere to change my
pounds into dollars. There was a small red kiosk in the middle of the departures
lounge.
"Excuse me," I said softly to the sleeping woman who was, I think, supposed to be
working there. She didn't stir. I coughed roughly.
The woman awoke with a grunt and said, "Yes, how may I help you?"
"Can you change these to pounds please?" I asked politely, smiling sweetly.
"Oh, of course honey, what would you like to change them to?" She asked stupidly.
"To dollars please," I said handing over a wad of cash. She looked at me with caution.
"Thank you, how much is there?" she enquired, counting the notes.
"About £700," I said tonelessly, tapping my foot in impatiently. It took her another
minute to count it all exactly, when she had finished she said,
"Seven hundred and forty five pounds, have you got any more?" I delved into my
pockets and pulled out lots coins and dropped them on her desk.
"There's £4.53 in there, I counted it before," I said, tucking my jeans pocket back in.
The woman took this and typed it into her computer. She went into a place at the back
of the kiosk and emerged two minutes later with the dollars and cents.
"Here you go honey," the woman said, handing me the money in a wallet with
American Air written on the front.
"Thanks," I said, turning on the spot and walking back the way I had came from the
toilets, taking a left out to the bus stops.
"Oh hell," I whispered under my breath as I looked at about thirty different tables on
one wall, and various different posts labelled with things like, 304b to Lawndale. I
thought about what would be the best way to decide where to go from here. Two
gorilla-like men in bouncer style jackets and ties walked past, whispering suspiciously
and looking at me. One of them stopped.
"Do you know when the 274a is coming," he said, in a gruff New York sort of voice.
"Why don you check?" I said, taking a step back and gesturing to the many bus tables
on the facing wall.
"Are you trying to be funny?" the second gorilla inquired, they both walked over, as
though they were trying to be intimidating.
"No, otherwise you would have laughed," I stated, looking back at them, I spread my
legs out to shoulder width, to come off more confident.
"You don't want to mess with us," the first gorilla said, cracking his knuckles. I
coughed a laugh.
"You don't really want to mess with me either," I warned them. The second one also
cracked his knuckles, and they both advanced on me. I felt a buzz of electricity
running through me, my hands now had neon blue electrical spirals running round
them. I took an attacking stance.
"What the hell?" Said one of the gorillas, they took a step back. I thrust my palm
horizontally forward, and a line of blue electricity uncurled itself from my hand and
shot at the two men, they ducked, and it hit a lamppost that malfunctioned. The two
men turned on their tales and sprinted away from the stops. I've got to get out of here,
I thought, looking round franticly, there were no buses due for another hour at least.
"Phone box," I said, "Where did I see a phone box?" It suddenly struck me; there was
a box under the sign leading to the toilets.