((Lol, you guys.. x'D))
.::Janneke Timmerman::.
The Dutch girl looked around the airport. She had just gotten off of her plane, and suddenly the little whispering voice in the back of her head decided to shut it. She frowned slightly -something that wouldn't have made much of an impression on people- and walked over to the first the best seat on the airport, plopping down in it and pulling her suitcases closer to her.
So, she was in New York. But what now?
Her blue eyes searched around as she tried to look for any others that may look out of place -just like her-. The confused look on her face didn't falter as she turned her head a few times, trying to get a glimpse of everyone's face.
.::Tillo Waldemar::.
The silver-haired teen stretched his arms, inhaling deeply. "Aahh~ I love the smell of the city." He murmured to himself, stroking a few strands of his silver-white hair out of his red eyes. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and looked around.
He might as well try and get a job first.
Tillo shook his head as he thought back of Prussia Germany. In all honesty, he missed it a little bit. But he felt better and more free in a big city like New York. Oh, just when he thought about the chances!
.::Igor Gorvinska::.
Igor just sat there, slumped down, against the wall of an alley. Oh, just great. Finally he had arrived in New York, and the first thing that happend was loosing all his luggage.
All of it.
He sighed and muttered something inaudible in Russian, his brown eyes looking around curiously. Maybe he'd see someone whom he could ask for food? He was quite hungry, and he doubted anyone would want a thirteen-year old boy -whom looked like a ten-year old- to work for them.
((Arrgghh, sorry guys, fail intro is fail! D:>
I'm sure you all will do better x3"))