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Post by gary on Mar 11, 2006 8:10:47 GMT 1
Gary entered the bus and sat down in the seat in front of Michael.
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Post by kevin on Mar 11, 2006 8:15:31 GMT 1
Kevin entered the bus and sat down in the seat beside Gary.
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Post by lee on Mar 11, 2006 8:21:35 GMT 1
Lee entered the bus and sat down in the seat in front of Gary.
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Post by mariah on Mar 11, 2006 8:23:24 GMT 1
Mariah entered the bus and sat down in the seat beside Lee.
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Post by alex on Mar 11, 2006 8:26:16 GMT 1
Alex entered the bus and walked to the driver. "We're ready to go." he said. The driver started the bus and drove towards the camp.
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Camping
Apr 18, 2006 22:21:13 GMT 1
Post by Brooklyn on Apr 18, 2006 22:21:13 GMT 1
((Gah! The bus is gone!!! Time to improvise!))
As the bus began to move away, an orange haired teen skidded through the airport's main entrance. His white tunic creasing as he spun on his heel and began to run as fast as he could to get to his bus.
This orange haired teen was called Brooklyn. Brooklyn's flight had been late on arriving, and of course, Brooklyn had clumsily forgot to inform Alex that he would be coming. Brooklyn cursed softly, his clear blue eyes darting round, trying to find the bus that he needed to be on.
Brooklyn sighed in defeat. The calm teen searched his pockets for his mobile phone. Brooklyn quickly dialed for an operator.
"Hello, Can I have the phone number for Alex...Alex" Brooklyn trailed off. He didn't know Alex's second name! Brooklyn felt embarrassment flush through him.
"You mean the one who organized that thing with the bey- whatchamacallits?" The operator asked, sounding clearly amused, Brooklyn could practically see her smirk. Brooklyn glowered with relief.
"Yes... Thank you!" Brooklyn added. 'Gosh! I'm such an imbecile! I feel so stupid! Not only am I late for the bus... I have just made a complete fool of myself to the operator!' He thought darkly.
-click-
Finally, Brooklyn was connected to Alex's phone. Brooklyn would really need to find out his second name. Brooklyn felt himself grow nervous.
Someone picked up the phone.
"Hello, It's Brooklyn here. I think I need you're help. You see, I'm stuck at the airport, and I forgot to tell you I was coming." Brooklyn said quickly, his nervousness not showing through. "Perhaps you could get someone to collect me?" He asked hopefully.
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Camping
Apr 19, 2006 18:01:17 GMT 1
Post by alex on Apr 19, 2006 18:01:17 GMT 1
"Ok, I will be there as soon as possible" Alex said as he shut his cellphone and walked to his jeep. He started it and drove away towards Sydney. Some hours later he arrived at the Sydney airport. . He stopped his car and walked into the airport. It didn't take long time before he saw a orange haired teen that he recognized. "Hi Brooklyn" he said as he walked to the teen.
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Camping
Apr 19, 2006 20:46:26 GMT 1
Post by Brooklyn on Apr 19, 2006 20:46:26 GMT 1
The orange haired teen was sat on a rather uncomfortable seat at the airport. After an hour at the airport, the teen had fallen into a rather restless sleep. The boy had brought his knees up to his chest and rested his head on his knees. His face had a peaceful look on it as he slept lightly.
Brooklyn woke up groggily after hearing someone call out his name.
"Hi Brooklyn." Someone said as they walked toward him. Brooklyn nodded and smiled tiredly and rubbed his eyes. Brooklyn uncurled himself from his 'sleeping' position and stood up hazily.
"Yes, thats me." The boy said quietly as he stretched the sleepiness away. "Thank you for getting me. You're Alex I presume." Brooklyn said as he straightened out his white tunic. Brooklyn looked round, it was quite late. How long had he been asleep? It wasn't dark before he fell asleep. Brooklyn yawned, of course, he hid this yawn beneath his hand. He had manners, you know.
Brooklyn looked up at Alex. "Thank you, I don't know I would do if I were trapped here all night." He said as he wearily looked round the airport, the orange haired teen had never liked flying and anything associated with flying simply gave him the creeps. Brooklyn thought back to earlier, how he had simply came here in a last minute decision to go camping. He thought about missing the bus, the operator. Brooklyn remembered not knowing Alex's' second name. "May I ask what your second name is and when we will be leaving this airport?"
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Camping
Apr 20, 2006 16:24:27 GMT 1
Post by alex on Apr 20, 2006 16:24:27 GMT 1
"My second name is Johnson and we will leave the airport now. My jeep is over there" Alex said pointing at the jeep parked outside the airport doors.
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Camping
Apr 20, 2006 19:38:29 GMT 1
Post by Brooklyn on Apr 20, 2006 19:38:29 GMT 1
Brooklyn sighed with relief.
"Thank you." He repeated. Brooklyn followed Alex toward the jeep. 'Finally!' he thought, 'I can finally get away from the airport!' The orange haired een let out a sigh of aproval as he headed in a bee line for the jeep. "Do you know how long it will take for us to get to camp?" He asked.
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Camping
Apr 21, 2006 13:09:47 GMT 1
Post by alex on Apr 21, 2006 13:09:47 GMT 1
"Some hours." Alex answered ((Hehe, I made a map,  )) |
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Camping
Apr 21, 2006 14:08:04 GMT 1
Post by Brooklyn on Apr 21, 2006 14:08:04 GMT 1
Brooklyn sighed,
"A long time then." He stated as he waited for Alex to get in the jeep, he didn't want to go in first. He may appear rude if he did so. Brooklyn drummed his fingers along the bonnet of the car and once Alex had gotten into the car he followed suit.
(-_- Gosh! That post was so short!)
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Camping
Apr 22, 2006 15:58:51 GMT 1
Post by alex on Apr 22, 2006 15:58:51 GMT 1
Alex started the car and drove away towards the camp.
((I will continue in the camp))
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Camping
Apr 22, 2006 16:10:54 GMT 1
Post by Brooklyn on Apr 22, 2006 16:10:54 GMT 1
(Okay then!)
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