The airport was small, West Virginia wasn't really known for a lot of tourists, so they didn't have a big airport. Though there did happen to be a flight to Florida - Daytona, but with a connecting flight to Palm Beach. Sitting down, Aubrey pulled out an old gameboy color while she waited for the airplane to board. She wondered about the people in the house that she'd have to stay with, and mumbled to herself -"They're all probably annoying fucks." Normally she wasn't judgmental, but she was today for some reason. The whole idea of flying kind of scared her, plus leaving her home state. She had only left home for the military - to Ft. Sill, OK, Ft. Knox, then straight to Afghanistan. As soon as she'd gotten out she'd come back to West Virginia, and stayed there ever since. Living off of her deployment money, and booze. To anyone else she was probably an alcoholic. But after what she'd seen overseas, there didn't seem to be any other options in her eyes.
Aubrey wore a pair of old jeans that had faded with time, holes in the knees, her combat boots from the military, and a Tool [the band] tank top. Her hair was up in a loose, messy ponytail. She hadn't tried to hard to look hot, but figured that would change as time went on in the show.
They called her to board - not many other people in the waiting area to board. When she got on her connecting flight, and landed in West Palm Beach, she could already tell the difference in weather. It was so nice outside, and forced a smile to her face, she was a summer girl. As she grabbed her bags she remembered what she was here for, looking around she saw someone with a face that mimicked her own. After getting all of her things, she walked over to him. "Hey, you here for the show?" she asked, hoping that she hadn't asked a random person, and that she was right.
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This place is completely awesome. I've never been somewhere this pretty. But I know that's not what anyone wants to hear, I'm just saying. So fuck it, as soon as I get my shit, I see this guy, I knew he had to be here for the show. You could just tell, ya know? He just had this look like he was trying to stand out. I'm not judging, just saying. It was kind of cool. I just want to know who I'm going to be stuck with for the rest of the summer. Getting stuck with the wrong person could be my potential downfall for this whole thing.
Aubrey wore a pair of old jeans that had faded with time, holes in the knees, her combat boots from the military, and a Tool [the band] tank top. Her hair was up in a loose, messy ponytail. She hadn't tried to hard to look hot, but figured that would change as time went on in the show.
They called her to board - not many other people in the waiting area to board. When she got on her connecting flight, and landed in West Palm Beach, she could already tell the difference in weather. It was so nice outside, and forced a smile to her face, she was a summer girl. As she grabbed her bags she remembered what she was here for, looking around she saw someone with a face that mimicked her own. After getting all of her things, she walked over to him. "Hey, you here for the show?" she asked, hoping that she hadn't asked a random person, and that she was right.
***
This place is completely awesome. I've never been somewhere this pretty. But I know that's not what anyone wants to hear, I'm just saying. So fuck it, as soon as I get my shit, I see this guy, I knew he had to be here for the show. You could just tell, ya know? He just had this look like he was trying to stand out. I'm not judging, just saying. It was kind of cool. I just want to know who I'm going to be stuck with for the rest of the summer. Getting stuck with the wrong person could be my potential downfall for this whole thing.