Morgan

'Oh... I am SO happy I'm off that plane! How long could it take! Jesus Christ!' she yanked at the little bagpack on her bag and she flung it onto the ground. They were waiting for their luggage. There were people buzzing everywhere. She needed a drink. She looked around of there were any vending machines in the area but she was out of luck. The only thing she had was a little bit of water left in her bag pack in the bottle she got on the plane. The trip had been long and tiresome. It had taken 16 whole hours to get to London. They departed in New York and had to make a stop in Miami. Miami was very different from New York. They had been there before on tour but still... Morgan loved the people and the culture there. Maybe because it made her think about her grandparents whom both lived in the south. Louisiana.
Everybody was tired she could see. She sighed. How long will it take for our luggage to come through?

James

James fell unto his knees and kissed the dirty floor. He couldn't care less. He was home again! England the beautiful! England the great! England the... Oh, just as he sat unto his knees he felt how tired he was. He took some deodorant out of his bag and sprayed half his body twice. He hadn't had a shower in more than 24 hours and he craved for one realy bad. He hoped the luggage would be there quickly so they all could go to their hotels and sleep the jetlag off. It was 6 AM in London and still the airport was buzzing with people. He saw Morgan sighing. She looked tired, but then again : who didn't. He wondered If his beloved drum kit made it through. He was tired but also psyched because he was finally back in Great Britain.

Dan gave a tired smile as he exited the plane, running a hand through his bright ginger hair. He gave a little laugh and his step bounced a little to be back on solid ground. He looked over at Morgan and chuckled. "Hey, M! Your lips are chapped." He stopped next to her and dived into his carryon bag to hand her his full water bottle and a stick of chap stick from his pocket. He looked around. He hardly remembered England but it definitely felt like home. He looked toward baggage claim and sighed, chuckling a little. He looked around his little family. They all looked tired and haggard from the long flight. "Hey, after baggage claim how does going out for coffee sound? Then we can go track down that pesky hotel, aight?" he asked, still watching baggage claim for the bag carousel to start moving. The tiniest bit of anxiety flickered in his eyes because maybe his costumes and custom lighting and sound equipment had been damaged and his fingers were itching to check but he didn't let it get to him too badly because he knew he could make and modify more if such a thing happened.
He usually passed his meds off as ADHD meds, which usually got him by, but he was really itching for some pain meds just about now, and he hadn't brought any. Through his smile, he thought to himself. Well this is going to be a long trip.

Dan gave a tired smile as he exited the plane, running a hand through his bright ginger hair. He gave a little laugh and his step bounced a little to be back on solid ground. He looked over at Morgan and chuckled. "Hey, M! Your lips are chapped." He stopped next to her and dived into his carryon bag to hand her his full water bottle and a stick of chap stick from his pocket. He looked around. He hardly remembered England but it definitely felt like home. He looked toward baggage claim and sighed, chuckling a little. He looked around his little family. They all looked tired and haggard from the long flight. "Hey, after baggage claim how does going out for coffee sound? Then we can go track down that pesky hotel, aight?" he asked, still watching baggage claim for the bag carousel to start moving. The tiniest bit of anxiety flickered in his eyes because maybe his costumes and custom lighting and sound equipment had been damaged and his fingers were itching to check but he didn't let it get to him too badly because he knew he could make and modify more if such a thing happened.
He usually passed his meds off as ADHD meds, which usually got him by, but he was really itching for some pain meds just about now, and he hadn't brought any. Through his smile, he thought to himself. Well this is going to be a long trip.

With a swift flip of his hair, Sutton reached into his pocket and pulled out a white iPhone, careful not to slow down the crowd behind him as he stepped off the plane. Having his phone out of battery made him anxious, not because he was expecting any important calls, but just because the thought of not being ABLE to make a call was unnerving. Following Dan, he sighed and put his phone back in his pocket, then stuffed his hands in his leather jacket, stiffling a yawn. He didn't hate flying, but getting sleep on an airplane was about as easy as trying to catch a picture of lightning, and he was dying for a warm bed and a can of Monster.

"You guys think everything got here okay?" The question was directed towards anyone who was willing to answer. He hoped his laptop made it okay, everyone knew that luggage people weren't exactly gentle when it came to handling people's belongings. He's seen the way they throw them around like sacks of flour. He tried to stifle another yawn but it won him over. He was suffering the effects of caffeine withdrawal, it would have happened eventually given the fact that he consumes enough to wake up four people.

Indiana popped her headphones back in after stepping off the plane, and followed the rest of the band members. She took a small nap during the flight but she was still exhausted. When they reached the baggage claim she pulled one of her headphones out again so she could hear any conversation her bandmates started. She laughed and rolled her eyes playfully as James dropped to his knees in the airport. "Coffee sounds good right about now. I think that's a wonderful idea" she smiled at Dan and leaned against the nearest object. Even though they sat for 16 hours her legs seemed just as tired as the rest of her body. As the minutes past, she pulled her bag and bass guitar out of the baggage claim, but started to get antsy. The other's things weren't coming and she knew that posed as a major problem for them. No instruments, no band. A few more minutes past, and people from another flight were advancing toward the baggage claim. Indiana's eyes grew wide. 'Please don't tell me they lost our luggage' she thought. "I hate to be the one to point out the obvious, but what are we going to do if our instruments aren't on that baggage claim? Because it looks to me like that might happen to us." she said, gesturing aimlessly at the baggage carousel.

Zachary's bored, tired and lacking eyes scanned the airport around him, spotting many people departing the plan alongside him, his bandmates and the planes taking off from the windows. He rubbed his temples slowly and closed his eyes, yawning vigorously, almost obnoxiously. They had finally left that dreaded plane and made way back to land! Oh the joy, for he was not a bird and believed his feet were best firmly planted on the ground. Although he wished his feet were on better ground. Unfamiliar places weren't his favorite, and they weren't even in good America anymore, let alone the United States.

He might have to fake an accent to fit in or something.

His glance was pulled towards the man on the floor, who seemed to be worshiping with his mouth which wasn't too sanitary. Meh. "Jay, floors are for your feet, not your mouth, silly." he remarked, giving the man a pat on the back and sighing. "But I guess we're all happy that's over." he glanced around at his fellow band members before making said observation. One of them, Dan, suggested they go to get some coffee and as tired as Zach was, that sounded like the best idea in the world and so he turned to the boy and went to agree when...

"I hate to be the one to point out the obvious, but what are we going to do if our instruments aren't on that baggage claim? Because it looks to me like that might happen to us."

Zach frowned and glanced longingly at where his bags were supposed to be. "Maybe if we pretend, that wont happen?....no?" he shook his head and was actually very displeased if this turned out to be the case, though no one could tell. As far as his fellow members go, none of them had actually seen him 'mad' before. Displeased, but not mad. However, he just bought his new instrument, and losing that investment wasn't really something he wanted the airline to be guilty of. It was red and everything! "I'm so tired that at this point, I don't even care. I'll care later when I have the strength, will and beer to do so." he stated. "Coffee sounds nice."

"We'll get you a Monster as soon as we can." Turning to look at Naomi, Sutton smiled and nodded. "I feel like I'm DYING. Glad to see someone took notice of that fact..." He took the phone she offered him, then looked down at it and smiled. "Did you conquer that level of Angry Birds just yet?"

Out of the whole group, besides Dan, most of Sutton's conversations happened with Naomi. The girl actually gave him the time of day, and he was glad to have someone to exhange words with on more than a 'How's the weather' basis. Scanning the baggage claim, he found his two bags and pulled them off the revolving belt, then glanced at the band members as he slung one of them on his shoulder. He made a mental note to back up the personal data on his laptop when they got to the hotel, you could never be too careful with these things. Apperantly, some of the luggage didn't make the trip. That's gonna piss some people off when they recover from their drowsy states... Sutton honestly has never seen one of the band members lose their cool, but that was probably because the majority of the time, he wasn't around them enough to do so.

Morgan

'Here's some chapstick' Dan gave her a bottle of water and a chap stick. She was so glad. Dan always thought of everything. She sighed thankfully at him and blew him a thank you kiss from her hand. She smiled. She felt a whole lot better with some water and something to ease the pain in her lips. Dan said something about coffee. 'Dan, you are my hero! as soon as i have this stupid bag of mine I need some coffee!' Morgan said tired. She was sitting on the floor looking up at the bags starting to flow by.

"I hate to be the one to point out the obvious, but what are we going to do if our instruments aren't on that baggage claim? Because it looks to me like that might happen to us."

Morgan got nervous. What? No. This can't be. You know. This are her clothes and her shower cream and toothbrush and.. oh there it was! A big red case with her name on in black letters. Her heart jumped back in place. But some of the others were still looking for their stuff. I hope everything will be allright!

James

He heard Indiana chuckle as he kissed the grouns. 'Are you laughing at me madame?' he said in a joking over acted british accent. She was leaning on one of the concrete poles that held up the high ceiling. Jay, floors are for your feet, not your mouth, silly. But I guess we're all happy that's over." Zach said while patting him on the back. 'I know I know' James told him. 'haven't you ever been sooo madly happy that you were home you would do anything? It's like being drunk without having touched alcohol : everything is a good idea.'

"I hate to be the one to point out the obvious, but what are we going to do if our instruments aren't on that baggage claim? Because it looks to me like that might happen to us."

James saw the bags flow by. He saw the same one twice... for times even six times. He didn't see his drum kit. His heart started to race and his mind started to panic. Maybe they have a special service for big items! Yes that could be it! I just go and ask the lady over there and she will give me my baby... I mean drum kit! He said to himself.

Once glance down at Naomi told Sutton that she also had something missing, something that was probably sitting in an airport in Miami, just waiting to be claimed. Stuffing his hands in his jean pockets once again, his eyes scanned the airport. People of all races, claiming bags of their own and walking out of terminals, talking and laughing. Somtimes Sutton wondered if others did what he is doing now, wondering where these people are going, where they came from, what kind of problems they have in their own worlds. He would sometimes lose himself for hours just observing the natural flow of life, and would have to be forced back into the real world. All in all, observing was more interesting than talking, it didn't take a genius to figure out that was Sutton's favorite past time.

Glancing down at Naomi again, he frowned slightly, then bumped his arm playfully against hers. "What are you missing...?" As if it mattered. He knew he would be freaking himself out right now if his luggage hadn't all arrived.

Morgan

'You want some water Zach'? Morgan asked after she recovered her bag. It was a heavy one. She took out hor bag with deodorant and sprayed some on her. 'Almost as good as new!' Morgan glanced at the journalist. That Annie girl. The manager said she had do come with us. The problem was that Morgan felled watched... as if someone noted everything she did... like in the somg 'every step you take, every move you make, I'll be watching you'. She felt a shiver running over her spine. I hope i'm not going to make a fool of myself when I'm drunk. She planned on partying a lot. She wasn't realy the party girl but she wanted to change that. She wanted to reinvent herself...

James

'THAT'S MY BAG!' James yelled. 'GET IT OFF!' he was a madmenn. The bag came rolling down and went slowely the other side. James was anxious. He was scared. What if the drums were broken? What if they were lost. What if he would never see them again? When he got the bag he opened it and dove up some drumsticks and a can of energy drink. 'want a sip?' he asked Indiana. She looked exhausted. After a while he was so nervous he begann drumming on the floor an on people's bags. It must have been irritating for other people but yes... waiting was boring for everybody. 'Who is missing stuff?' he asked slowely because he noticed other people looking around scared.

Zachary picked up a long, black bag. It was his, he knew this much, but this was simply his clothing and 'essentials', not his guitar. He couldn't find it anywhere. He quickly glanced at many of the bags, but did not see his guitar or anything, a frown beginning to play on his lips because of this. Now he had to figure out what to do if they were going to have his epic skills in the next gig. He ran his hand through his short, brown hair.

"You want some water, Zach?"

The guitarist without a guitar turned to face their singer, Morgan. He quickly changed his frown upside down into a small smile and spoke. "Yes!" he answered rather quickly and enthusiastically, betraying the fact that he hadn't really decided to drink the whole trip because during the flight he had felt sick and moving to get to the bathroom would only have made him feel worse. If it wasn't clear already, Zachary hated flying on a plane, and sometimes he couldn't even manage to keep his lunch or breakfast down on a flight. "Hey, are you missing anything M? I've apparently lost my fifth limb."

Morgan

Oh. I'm not missing anything I have my microph... wait. Oh you're missing your guitar? That's a disaster. When is our next gig? Is someone missing something else? Morgan suddenly realized she was talking too much... again.
Maybe we can go to the luggage claim thingy back there. She pointed at some woman in a stewardess suit at a desk helping other people. Maybe they have a solution or maybe not. In times like these - when things were going wrong on times when they ABSOLUTELY were not supposed to go wrong, she panicked. And she has to stop doing that. 'I'm so sorry... you know how I am... I wish I had your steel nerves' she said and looked at the tips of her shoes. 'We will get your guitar back!'

'Who is missing stuff?' she heard james say in an anxious voice. 'Oh no, not him as well...'

Watching as Naomi picked up her bags, Sutton did the same and began to follow her, moving out of the way of other people who were too entranced in their phones to realize his existance. One would think that since he was at least six feet tall, someone would notice and move out of his way in order not to hit him. "Looks like we're going on an adventure."

Laughing, Sutton smirked down at her, then looked around. For some reason, the statement struck him as funny, considering he has never been an adventure type of guy. The biggest adventure he's ever had was running after a thief who snatched his friend's bag in Los Angeles, and that situation didn't end too well. Then again, he wasn't the fastest runner, so that probably had something to do with it, too. As his eyes scanned the stores, he spotted one of those souvenir joints which also had a fridge somewhere in the back, behind the keychain wracks and little flags sticking out of baskets. "How bout that place over there? If they don't have energy drinks, at least I can get a damn Coke or something. Before I collapse right here on the airport floor."

Dan had let his head fall into the buzz of pain in his chest. The superfluous pain that flowed through his veins and he tried to force himself to stop breathing. To get his lungs to stop burning with the colonies of what was, in essence his self, devouring his life. After not breathing came to be too much trouble he tried to breathe long, slow, shallow. Slowly he came out of the pain induced daze and searched near-blindly around for another band member. Hopefully one of the girls. They always had motrin laying around for their periods right? Trembling he braced himself against a pillar, and continued his search.

Indiana Scarlett Karver

OOC: sorry guys, I was at work for a few hours, but I read all the posts so i'm caught up now

Everyone seemed to get the same panicked look on their faces when they realized their things weren't coming down the chute. She had her guitar and duffle bag but it looked like Naomi was missing something, Zach was missing his guitar, Dan was missing some of his tech equipment, and lastly her attention was turned to James who seemed to be panicking more than the rest. 'Oh no....' she thought 'His drums are like his children'. She bit her lip out of anxiousness and sat down next to James. "Oh God, yes please." she said, taking the can from his hand and taking a sip.

She raised an eyebrow as her attention was turned to Dan. He seemed to be in pain. She slid her backpack over to him and gestured to the front pocket. "If you need pain meds or anything of the like it's in the front." With a sigh she stood back up and headed over to the help desk with Morgan. "Excuse me, but some of our luggage didn't arrive with us. We're missing quite a few things and it's very important that we get them as soon as possible" she said calmly. The woman behind the desk looked totally uninterested in what she had to say. "The luggage bay in your plane was probably full so your luggage was delayed. I'm sure it will come on the next flight. If you leave the address you'll be staying we'll be happy to ship your luggage to you free of charge." Indiana was a bit surprised by willingness to cooperate. "Yeah that would be awesome." she smiled and then looked at Morgan "Do you know the address of the hotel we're staying at, because I have no idea." then she turned back to the woman "Approximately how long will it take to get it back?" The woman sighed and rolled her eyes. "Anywhere from 3-12 days, depending on when the next flight comes in." Indiana's eyes widened again. They could maybe get by with 3 days but not any more than that. She turned to look at Morgan again, but this time in panic.