Hey.
Yes, I know. Another Fic.
But one does not just refuse inspiration when it strikes. Even if you are supposed to be in bed. __'
Um. oh yeah, this story was originally written for Bryan, but then I decided it was quite a bit of a stretch for him and changed it about half- way through.
So here we go! Another attempt at romance! -_-'
Disclaimer: Red doesn't own Beyblade or Tala. Unfortunately enough. I do, however, own Grace and anyone else who isn't owned by the Beyblade people. (Sorry, I'm stupid when it comes to names)
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A red-headed youth stepped off the small inconvenient stairs of the plane and started heading through the tunnel to the checking desk. He had decided earlier that he hated flying and airports in particular, and when he emerged in his final destination it didn't do much to change his opinion.
The blandness was breath-taking. People must be paid to come up with the most boring themes possible. They were also hired for hospitals and schools, he had also found.
Smirking wryly, he took a few more strides into the waiting area, looking around for some kind of meeting party. What he really didn't want to happen is to be stranded here without knowing anyone or having any money.
He took a few more steps and swung his duffle bag onto a nearby seat. He didn't like wasting energy when he didn't have to. Glancing around, now not encumbered by the heavy bag, he noticed a short portly old man talking to a flight attendant. Exactly who he wanted.
He picked up his bag again and when he pulled the strap over his shoulder he bumped into someone. Looking behind him he spotted a mother with a small child holding her hand. The little girl was wrinkling up her face as if to cry so he squatted down, shoved his hand in his pocket and produced a candy he had gotten on the plane, one of the very few eatable items.
The little girl brightened up instantly, but when she reached out for it he mother noticed and pulled her away, muttering under her breath in English.
The teen frowned, and stood up readjusting the uncomfortable strap on his shoulder. He started walking towards the man standing by the door and he was noticed and haled by the beaming senior.
"Hello, Tala. How was your flight?"
Tala reminded himself of the change in languages and frowned. He hated translating.
"Not very good. Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Dickenson, the flight got delayed because of the snow."
"Not a problem, my dear boy, not at all. We're just happy you got here safe."
Tala made a noncommittal noise and walked beside the man as he headed for the door. Tala looked blankly into the snow blowing around outside and decided the delay wasn't very justified. These people must have never been to Russia in the winter.
He watched a black fancy-looking car pull up on the side of the road and followed when the older man pushed his way outside. When the doors were pushed open a gust of cold wind blew into the airport and Tala used his free hand to pull up the collar of his turtle-neck a bit more. When they got close to the car a black-suited chauffeur got out of the car and walked towards them. He reached out to take Tala's bag, but he casually stepped around him. No one got to hold his stuff except for him. Especially with Wolborg in there.
The older man nodded at the attendant who shrugged and moved to get the door. Tala slid in onto leather and plush carpet. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, he slid over to let Mr. D get in out of the cold.
The snow on his boots was melting already. Strong heating system. Very expensive.
When the elder was settled in he tapped on a piece of darkened glass doing through to the driver with his stick and the car started making its way through the snow.
"Where am I to be staying?" Tala asked tentatively, looking to Mr. Dickenson.
"We have rented a hotel room for you, but hopefully someone will be able to let you stay with them. We'll see."
Tala nodded, but wasn't really very happy with the idea of staying with another student in their home.
When they reached the hotel Tala checked in by himself, having sent Mr. Dickenson away. He found his room was a suite paid for by the BBA. Apparently guinea pigs here get treated well.
He tossed his bag onto a wardrobe and headed immediately for the shower. Traveling was hard work. The red-head had a new-found respect for air plane pilots.
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Okie, all done!
I don't particularly like this chapter. 'Tis boring. This is going to be a violent fic, thinks I.
Black: and I agree.
White: they're both too mean to the poor ocs. That's why I have to be around!
Black: ... So, you've been warned.
See ya!
Clicky clicky!
Yes, I know. Another Fic.
But one does not just refuse inspiration when it strikes. Even if you are supposed to be in bed. __'
Um. oh yeah, this story was originally written for Bryan, but then I decided it was quite a bit of a stretch for him and changed it about half- way through.
So here we go! Another attempt at romance! -_-'
Disclaimer: Red doesn't own Beyblade or Tala. Unfortunately enough. I do, however, own Grace and anyone else who isn't owned by the Beyblade people. (Sorry, I'm stupid when it comes to names)
~`~,*|*`~,~
A red-headed youth stepped off the small inconvenient stairs of the plane and started heading through the tunnel to the checking desk. He had decided earlier that he hated flying and airports in particular, and when he emerged in his final destination it didn't do much to change his opinion.
The blandness was breath-taking. People must be paid to come up with the most boring themes possible. They were also hired for hospitals and schools, he had also found.
Smirking wryly, he took a few more strides into the waiting area, looking around for some kind of meeting party. What he really didn't want to happen is to be stranded here without knowing anyone or having any money.
He took a few more steps and swung his duffle bag onto a nearby seat. He didn't like wasting energy when he didn't have to. Glancing around, now not encumbered by the heavy bag, he noticed a short portly old man talking to a flight attendant. Exactly who he wanted.
He picked up his bag again and when he pulled the strap over his shoulder he bumped into someone. Looking behind him he spotted a mother with a small child holding her hand. The little girl was wrinkling up her face as if to cry so he squatted down, shoved his hand in his pocket and produced a candy he had gotten on the plane, one of the very few eatable items.
The little girl brightened up instantly, but when she reached out for it he mother noticed and pulled her away, muttering under her breath in English.
The teen frowned, and stood up readjusting the uncomfortable strap on his shoulder. He started walking towards the man standing by the door and he was noticed and haled by the beaming senior.
"Hello, Tala. How was your flight?"
Tala reminded himself of the change in languages and frowned. He hated translating.
"Not very good. Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Dickenson, the flight got delayed because of the snow."
"Not a problem, my dear boy, not at all. We're just happy you got here safe."
Tala made a noncommittal noise and walked beside the man as he headed for the door. Tala looked blankly into the snow blowing around outside and decided the delay wasn't very justified. These people must have never been to Russia in the winter.
He watched a black fancy-looking car pull up on the side of the road and followed when the older man pushed his way outside. When the doors were pushed open a gust of cold wind blew into the airport and Tala used his free hand to pull up the collar of his turtle-neck a bit more. When they got close to the car a black-suited chauffeur got out of the car and walked towards them. He reached out to take Tala's bag, but he casually stepped around him. No one got to hold his stuff except for him. Especially with Wolborg in there.
The older man nodded at the attendant who shrugged and moved to get the door. Tala slid in onto leather and plush carpet. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, he slid over to let Mr. D get in out of the cold.
The snow on his boots was melting already. Strong heating system. Very expensive.
When the elder was settled in he tapped on a piece of darkened glass doing through to the driver with his stick and the car started making its way through the snow.
"Where am I to be staying?" Tala asked tentatively, looking to Mr. Dickenson.
"We have rented a hotel room for you, but hopefully someone will be able to let you stay with them. We'll see."
Tala nodded, but wasn't really very happy with the idea of staying with another student in their home.
When they reached the hotel Tala checked in by himself, having sent Mr. Dickenson away. He found his room was a suite paid for by the BBA. Apparently guinea pigs here get treated well.
He tossed his bag onto a wardrobe and headed immediately for the shower. Traveling was hard work. The red-head had a new-found respect for air plane pilots.
~`~,*|*`~,~
Okie, all done!
I don't particularly like this chapter. 'Tis boring. This is going to be a violent fic, thinks I.
Black: and I agree.
White: they're both too mean to the poor ocs. That's why I have to be around!
Black: ... So, you've been warned.
See ya!
Clicky clicky!