Not So Home Sweet Home (open)

[austin thane cross]

Now arriving at Miami Travels Airport. Thank you for flying with us. Have a pleasant day. The short blond flight attendant rang into the microphone just loud enough to blow off everyone's ears. At the end of her speech Austin could here a slight snicker escape right before the speakers turned off. No shocker. They must be bored flying around and tending to cranky people all the time. Not like they were ever going to see them again anyways. Unless you happened to be one of those constant travelers who had no life. As for him, flying home was the last thing he wanted. Austin had been quit content in Iraq with his troop. If only he had noticed that ambush he wouldn't need recovery time.

He watched from the back of the plane as people slowly shuffled out of the plane. Some taking longer than others because they were in no hurry, which caused some grumbling moans from old business men who seemed to be on a tight schedule. He on the other hand could careless. He purposely choose the back only because he was still authorized to walk on crutches for another month. He was in no rush to see his family whom were so excited to here that he was coming home. Austin had formed a new family of brothers while in the Navy and as much as he loved the real ones, he just had nothing else to come home too. He hoped this recovery would fly by quick.

When the row in front of him passed the middle of the plane he decided to push himself out of the stiff reclining chair. The eldest flight attendant grabbed his crutches for him and handed them over. "Thanks." He gave her a warm smile and carefully made is way out of the plane on one leg and tall wooden sticks. The good thing about being crippled was that everyone was nice to you and offered help, though Austin was never one to accept. He was more for helping others. He would be getting even more attention if he had worn his navy suit on board but he choose not too. He never liked soo much attention. An every-now-and-then appreciation for fighting for the country was nice but not in his current state of mind.

When Austin finally grabbed his medium sized shoulder bag from the luggage claim, after waiting a good 15 minutes because it was hard for him to grab while on crutches, he made his way over to the coffee shop. It took a great deal of strength to push against the sticks and walking normally hurt too much so he had to frequently take breaks. "Can I just get an orange juice and beagle." He asked the cashier and paid. He had to make two trips back to the table. He didn't have enough room to carry everything. When he finally sat he took and sip of the orange juice and laid his head against the wall, thinking.

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Word Count:: 533

[adela isabelle davids]

Y O U A R E M O N O C H R O M E & D E L I R I O U S
YOU'RE NOTHING THAT YOU SEEM

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The girl hadn't been to the Miami International Airport in the sixteen years that she had lived in the large city. But lately, she'd been there much more than usual. Being one of the more trustworthy and reliable waitresses of Applebee's, she'd been transferred to the airport's restaurant for a month, since it seemed to have been getting much more customers than usual. Most likely due to the fact that it was August, and up in the North it was getting colder, while here it was as sunny as it ever was. She glanced up at the large manual clock with her deep brown eyes, intaking a breath as the minute hand click!ed to ten o'clock at night. She had been working for fourteen hours, with only an hour's worth of break! Flicking off her black workman's cap with a wave of her shaky hands, she wasted no time in heading straight toward the time capsule, where she punched out for good.

Given, Adela really did like the airport's look and feel, and working here was always a pleasure (except when it came to more than half a day), because the people that passed through for a quick bite to eat were always unexpected and usually surprising, with southern lilts, african-brown skin, or their fluid french tongues. She had always wanted to travel abroad, but then again, she was more than happy here. Walking out of Applebee's, Addie pulled off her mandatory black button-up collar shirt, revealing a navy blue striped cardigan. With her shoulder duffel in contact with her hips, she rushed towards the public bathrooms, and hastily pulled on her extremely comfortable and relaxing pair of sweatpants, which had formerly been her dad's before he had gained thirty or so pounds.

Glancing at the mirror, she sighed as she pulled the hair band out of her beach-style auburn waves. So many people loved her hair, but right now, all she could see were the frizz and messiness of a long day's work. With everything finished, the nineteen-year-old Miami citizen stuffed her outfit into her duffel, and strode out of the lavatories, just to come to a complete halt. She hadn't put thought into something so enticing as a possible cup of extreme caffeine, such as coffee or an iced cappuccino. And Starbucks was exactly across from where she stood. Ignoring the hustle and bustle of the exhausted tourists shuffling around her, she stood there, suddenly undecided. Head out to her reliable Honda Civic, which she'd had for three years now, and straight home to her adorable husky-beagle mix, Chessy, or grab a quick mocha to boost her energy levels?

The latter one. With an exasperated exhale of air, she walked toward Starbucks, her beautiful hair bouncing behind her, feeling perfectly at ease in her bum outfit. Walking straight up to the counter, she didn't hesitate in ordering a hot caramel cappuccino with two extra shots of espresso. Nor did she notice the cripple behind her, until she spun around, mumbled "Sorry," without looking up, and scooting out of his way so that he could order what she heard was OJ and a bagel. With nothing else to do and a hot energy-spiked drink to warm her hands and calm her exhausted state of mind, Addie turned around and observed him as he took two trips to his seat. She wasn't staring, but there was some kind of aura about him that made him seem more than just a cripple. Hesitating for a visible moment or two, she took a step toward him, beckoned to the seat across from him, and said quietly, May I?" in her calm yet strong alto-toned voice.

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[austin thane cross]

There had been three transfer flights from Baghdad to Miami which took about a total of 16 hours. It was no shocker to Austin when he peered out the plane windows to see the city lite up by street and building lights. The night life was something different in the big city of Florida. During the day you could see everything but in the midst of twilight you could see that and everything else. Miami, just like all the other big cities around the country was known for its night life. The young crowds the migrated from one club to the next. The elder and rich that gambled their lives away at the casinos. You never knew what was going to happen. It was a city full of mysteries, the ones that Austin was never really willing to take. He never agreed with his mother's decision to move and always missed his southern ways. And even though he finished out school in Miami he had few friends or anything really look to forward to. That was were the Navy came.

If there was one way to describe Austin at the time, it was rebellious. Not in terms of an out of control kid. He was actually the angel of them family but always seemed quite and reserved. That was just his personality. He only appreciated things he was use to. Joining the Navy was spur of the moment and probably the only choice he would ever make thoughtlessly. Austin tried not to make to many, knowing that off the bat choices usually end bad but his that was quite opposite when he decided to be a solider. Fighting for his country was something he turned out to love and his troop became his second family. It was heart wrenching to his to leave them behind while he recovered but Austin was determined to heal fast. His family on the other hand, especially his mother was ecstatic for him returning, though he made sure not to tell them when he was flying in. A big family reunion in the middle of a public airport was something he wasn't looking forward to, though he enjoyed watching others being welcomed. Being the outsider who knew nothing about those people made things so much more interesting.

Since his family knew nothing about his arrival, Noah took his time to pick out his luggage from the rest and maneuver his way slowly to the starbucks that was entangled with the rest of food businesses. There was no doubt he looked pretty helpless on the sticks known for support but he never much notice to those who stared. The wandering eyes would be worse he if had chosen to wear his Navy outfit but drawing attention was not needed. It would have been a bright idea for Noah to pick out a spot in the cafe to empty his hands before deciding to by something but the thought never really crossed his mind until he had to make two trips before settling down. All the while he notice he noticed a beautiful auburn haired girl watching him as he made a fool out of himself. "Now worries." Austin replied to apology. She look quite humble and comfortable in the clothes she was wearing. It was actually quite attractive to him but he would never say that out loud. After a few moments of getting situated, he took comfort into the chair and open his orange juice and chugged half of it as if he were dehydrated. His deep brown eyes then fell back upon the girl who had been in front on him in line as she approached him. May I? Her voice was very alluring. "Yea, of course." Austin grinned warmly as she sat across from him. "I'm Austin by the way." He said extending his arm across the table.

Tagged:: Adela
Status:: Finished
Word Count:: 711
Outfit:: clicky

[adela isabelle davids]

Y O U A R E M O N O C H R O M E & D E L I R I O U S
YOU'RE NOTHING THAT YOU SEEM

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What had beckoned the nineteen-year-old waitress to inquire to sitting across from a complete stranger, Adela would probably never know. But as she moved slowly towards the comfortable confines of the booth, she couldn't help but feel secure about her snap decision. There was something about his deep brown eyes - very similar to her own, not that she was thinking about that - that made the air around her smolder with a mood of safety, and of friendliness. Letting his welcoming attitude sink into her veins, Addie couldn't help but let a bright, beautiful smile break out, lightening her already angelic features considerably. Choosing to get situated before starting up a hopefully interesting conversation, though, the girl placed her steaming cup of caramel cappuccino on the marble table, and scooted an inch or two around, letting her baggy gray sweatpants form themselves around her lean legs. At last, she pulled her tight-fitting beanie hat from her hair, letting the frizz and mess of Applebee's show. Yet, she really didn't care.

The smile still lingering warmly on her face, Addie didn't hesitate at all in the act of taking his hand. She also couldn't help but notice how his hands were comfortably warm, and engulfed her own pale, dainty ones. She blushed momentarily at the contrast, and at how she didn't mind her hand being in the gentleman's grasp at all. "Adela," she replied softly. She wasted no time in adding, "but I'm more commonly known as Addie." As her bell-like alto tones drifted out of her well-shaped lips, she couldn't help but inspect him. He wasn't the extremely hot type of guy that so many girls drooled over. In her eyes, actually, he seemed to be more realistic, in a way. Very handsome, in a rough-looking way. A flashing bulb at the very back of her mind prodded her with thousands of questions as she realized her hand was still in his. Slightly embarrassed, she pulled it away and placed it once more around her energizing drink, not sure where else to put it. Something about the atmosphere around this Austin Cross made her think that there must be something noble about him. Something that was definitely drawing her in to a stranger whom she'd seen a few minutes ago, and known his name for a mere half a minute.

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TAGS // austin cross.
WORDS // four eight eight.
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[austin thane cross]

Being the anti-social person he was, Austin was quite surprised that he welcomely allowed the girl to sit with him. He had nothing against the young, beautiful girl that he had just meet but his personality tended to scare some people off. He wasn't all that outgoing. Austin was quite shy, especially around girls and tended to mix up his words at any attempted conversations with them. Yet, at the same time he was a bit of a push-over. He never enjoyed disappointing others so he did what he could to make them happy. That was just his American way. Which was why he seemed open to the girl. Besides, Austin didn't expect to be coming home to anything special but after a long flight, interaction with the girl couldn't harm anything. He just hoped and prayed that she wouldn't see him as a complete idiot and leave. That was something that he may have been use to but living with practically all males for three years he needed some female attention. Being the gentleman he was, Austin would never admit that out loud.

As the two sat across from each other, he couldn't help but study her features more clearly. He grinned as she took of her her beanie, exposing her workout hair. Austin didn't mind. In fact he was attracted to the fact that she didn't care what she looked like around guys, or anyone for that matter. He didn't like the uptight girls who tried to perfect their features. Her brightening smile made her beauty glow even more. He too formed a smile in his face, one that wasn't as captivating has hers as she placed her small, fragile hand in his. Her skin was smooth and comforting, a lot less worn-out then his. "That's a pretty name." He comment without thought. "Addie it is then. Some people call me Aussy but you don't have to." Austin stammered out of shyness. He could feel nerviness start to rise and tried to hide it as she shyly took her hand from his. There was a bit of disappoint in him as he no longer had the warmth of her hand in his.

"So, did you just fly in from somewhere?" Austin could sense an awkward moment formulate and quickly jumped into another conversation. Addie didn't have any luggage with her but it was the first question that popped into his mind and he went with it. He sat back in his chair and relaxed his hands around his orange juice as he kept his eyes on her. There was definitely something different about this girl. She wasn't like any other that he had attempted to date way back in high school. In fact it was sad to think he hadn't had a girlfriend since. That would be something he would keep secret. It had embarrassment written all over it. Austin didn't come home to meet new people and to start a new life. In hoped to scurry off the one he left behind in Iraq but things seemed start turning in a different direction. He wondered what sort of surprises he was in for here while he recovered.


Tagged:: Addie
Status:: finished
Word Count:: 597
Comments:: sorry it took so long. i ran into trouble.

[adela isabelle davids]

Y O U A R E M O N O C H R O M E & D E L I R I O U S
YOU'RE NOTHING THAT YOU SEEM

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The faint rose coloring that was rising in the man sitting across from her was quite obvious, and caused a small, cute giggle to escape from Addie's full, upturned lips. Her dark, expressive eyes couldn't sway from his similarly brown ones as he spoke. With time, the nineteen year old was finding the thoughts of her beautiful pooch Chessie, her fatigue from work, and the dark drive home, were all ebbing from her mind the longer she sat here, with the steaming cup of cappuccino in one hand, and a companion in the booth opposite her. All in all, it wasn't such a bad ending to an exhausting day.

And there it was. The first question of the conversation, which, with no doubt, would draw them both into a discussion that would last at least an hour, if not more. One question began an interview, and the interview brought on shared interests in one another. Especially for Adela's sake, whose stomach was positively boiling with the curiosity that she could barely keep under her hold. Leaning forward with a keen, warm intensity brightening her gaze, she replied in a comfortable tone of voice, "Well, no - I was transferred to work at this Applebee's, instead of the one in the city central. But to answer your question, I did fly in from Colorado fifteen years ago." A playfulness was quirking the fullness of her lips as she lightly attempted to flirt with him, while at the same time remaining calm and relaxed in the man's company and answering his questions without a smart ass remark. As she brought her cup of cappuccino, equipped with quite a few shots of espresso, to her lips, she momentarily transferred her attention to not burning her sensitive tongue. But as she set the heavy mug down, a question formed in her mind, and she blurted it out promptly. Curiosity killed the cat, they say. "Not to jump to conclusions or anything, but you seem... different, like you've got a nobleness about you, if that makes any sense. Where are you coming from, Austin?" As much as she would've loved to address the man by the nickname of Aussy, which he had welcomed her to just moments before, it seemed a bit too intimate for her, even though he had easily called her Addie - which, to be completely honest, brought butterflies fluttering through her chest, and a smile to her face. Maybe she'd be able to call him by his 'pet' name, as time drew by. If they were to see each other again, that was.

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TAGS // austin cross.
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