Post by Sheena Ramone on Aug 28, 2010 8:55:53 GMT -5
there sat a man on the plane, dark spikey hair, dirty white shirt, and blue jeans. He looked out towards the window. Remembering back to those days in the poor streets in England...the gangs that they had confronted, their few years as a couple.....everything.
His flight would take him from England to Los Angeles, another area notorious for it's gang violence. Why she had decided to come to yet another hell hole when she only just managed to survive the other one was a complete mistery to him. She had even openly expressed to him her distaste for the city life, and how she wished to get out of the streets and make something of herself. No matter though, he knew it would only be a matter of time before she would again accept his help, and he would be able to help her escape the gangs in the area again.
People were staring at him, after all, it was a trans atlantic flight, all he had eaten from the given heal were the grapes, the drink, and some of a half of his sandwich. Again, it was something he was used to; He had never really taken a great liking to savoury products, preffering the sweet tasting foods such as fruit. He looked down at his watch, only fourty minutes or so until touch down....He was coming closer.
His flight would take him from England to Los Angeles, another area notorious for it's gang violence. Why she had decided to come to yet another hell hole when she only just managed to survive the other one was a complete mistery to him. She had even openly expressed to him her distaste for the city life, and how she wished to get out of the streets and make something of herself. No matter though, he knew it would only be a matter of time before she would again accept his help, and he would be able to help her escape the gangs in the area again.
People were staring at him, after all, it was a trans atlantic flight, all he had eaten from the given heal were the grapes, the drink, and some of a half of his sandwich. Again, it was something he was used to; He had never really taken a great liking to savoury products, preffering the sweet tasting foods such as fruit. He looked down at his watch, only fourty minutes or so until touch down....He was coming closer.
