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[0live]

Elliot drug his hand accross his face to wake him only in the slightest. The flight had left him asleep until one of the flight attendents had shook him into an awake state. Before standing to get his luggage, Elliot looked out the window to see if Africa has really looked like it had in his National Geographic magazines. But, the city backdrop had left him a little discouraged before he removed his headphones from his ears and reposition them to drape from his neck. He then continued to stand and to stretching his muscles, freeing him from his previous crampt possition in the airplane seat but then almost hit his head against the ceiling in the plane's cabin.

The buzz from the trolly which carried the luggage and the walk to it from the opposite side of the airport had fully awoken Elliot. His suitcase was usually indifferent from any other bags but in the bright light streaming through the long windows. It really hit him here that this would be much hotter than any trip to Florida he went on with his family. His medium sized, red suitcase almost passed by Elliot as he was staring out the window. It's bright, orange tag which was in the shape of a Speedo label because of all the things he bought from swimming outlet stores.

Elliot crinkled the skin lieing on his nose from the strong scent of cheap air freasheners hanging from the driver's rear view window. He wished the trip to the meeting place was a short one, the one thing he hated about cab drivers is their obcession over smelly, cardboard trees on strings. Looking out the dusty rear seat glass, Elliot looked for his escape destination on the side of the road. He reached into his wallet stuffed full of African currency which he exchanged in New York and pulled out a wad of bills which would easily be enough to pay the cab fare.
Once the driver announced that he'd arrived at the meeting spot instructed to him from an e-mail.

After pulling his bag from the trunk of the taxi, Elliot noticed for the first time that the pathway leading to the small eatery was made of packed down dirt. The gentle breeze rolled past him, ruffling his hair and kicking up dust which then got in his eyes. Elliot tried his best to expell the particles from his face but lost the battle when the cab drove away, pushing more dirt clouds into the air.
Entering the eatery, Elliot expected to be saved from the wave a heat which had slapped his body and fell off in the form as sweat. But, at that was there for comfort were palm frond-looking fan blades circling above everyone's head. He noticed a line of tables which were drawn together and with it were several other people. Making a strong guess, Elliot could pretty well think that this was where he was supposed to be.

((Hopefully this suffices as an opening post C:))

[Nautica]

{{The head of the project will be a 54-year-old biologist that anyone can play. I introduced him in Nattie's post. And yes, howl, that was fine(:}}

-Natalia Whittier-

Natalia shook the hand of the girl who introduced herself as Talia with a friendly smile. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Natalia Whittier. You can call me Nattie, though."
After that, the others started coming in steadily, all lugging heavy suitcases and bags. Excitement started to swirl in her stomach. "Hello," she replied to the blonde that walked in next, sounding more than a little bored...or maybe she was annoyed. Nattie couldn't really tell.
She said hello to everyone as they came in and introduced themselves. It was hard to keep track of all the names and faces, trying to commit them all to memory. She figured she would just say her name as soon as everyone arrived. It would be a little awkward considering she thought those let's-go-around-the-table-and-introduce-ourselves things were incredibly lame and preferred getting to know each other in a less preschool-esque way. But she knew very well it would probably be the easiest way to get all the names and positions within the project out in the open.
When an older man with a short gray beard rimming his plump jaw and a bald, shiny head walked in and introduced himself as Dr. Codwell, the author of the letter and leader of the project. He had a huge smile as he looked around at everyone and took his seat. "You're all on time, how wonderful. Has everyone arrived?" he asked cheerfully in a British accent.
"No, I don't think so; there's still a few people on their way," Nattie said, taking a break from introductions and saying things like 'How was your flight?' and 'It's a pleasure to meet you'.

-Landon Ralling

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Landon looked at the group gathered at a table from the window of the taxi. He handed the driver a few coins, the sight of which made the driver's eyes widen and made a huge grin stretch across his lips. The boy wondered if he'd given too much--although he had no way of knowing due to his complete lack of understanding of this currency--but he didn't feel like trying to translate the driver's heavy accent. He got out and took his bags from the still-grinning driver and started toward the table which was--thankfully--in the shade of a huge canopy-like roof.
Rolling three of his suitcases and carrying a duffel bag over his shoulder, he walked up to the table and set his bags down behind a chair. He pulled the chair out and sat himself down quietly. "I'm Landon," he said to the people he was sitting near--a short-haired blonde smoking a cigarette, a nervous looking boy with a slightly girlish face and a fat old man with a big smile. It wasn't by choice, it seemed the table was slowly filling up like a glass of juice, everyone taking the next available seat and he didn't want to appear rude and situate himself at the end of the table, away from everyone, like he wanted to. These were probably people that liked walking for hours and singing songs around a campfire. He fought to keep his disdain off his face, which he did rather well, as always.

[skïttles]

•|Coral Lefèvre|•

Coral turned her attention from the smoke to the boy that sat near her as soon as she spoke. Her dark eyes flicked from his face, to his luggage and then back again. Her initial analysis was that he was sort of obsessed with his appearance and he wasn't very excited about meeting anyone here. It was short, but served her purpose. Now she knew, or at least assumed that she knew, enough about him to formulate an opinion before starting a conversation. She removed the cigarette from between her lips and breathing out a small trail of smoke before offering her hand. "Bonjour," she said with a smile, "Coral Lefèvre. Who are vous?" She asked, then quickly corrected herself, "you. Who are you?"
A slight red hint had become mixed with her warm skin. She didn't enjoy speaking English...it was so much harder than French. Especially with her accent. A lot of American's that she had met found her accent amusing, but Coral preferred it to their flat, boring way of speech. She resisted the urge to bring the cigarette back to her lips, instead, focusing a bit harder on the boy in front of her to distract herself. Coral had convinced herself long ago that she wasn't addicted and never would be addicted, but for the most part, that was sadly incorrect...
she just hadn't had the chance to figure that out yet.

[snowshoe.]

-Drew Montell-

Drew had been looking up at the ceiling fan that spun noisily above them, fairly annoyed at the fact that something that made so much clamor in an effort to do it's job could be so painfully useless. All he felt was the hot, muggy air of Africa. Delightful.
Usually, Drew would be bouncing around in his excitement to be meeting so many new fascinating people who actually had something in common with him. Alas, he'd just gotten off a plane, and wasn't feeling particularly chipper at the moment. He supposed that this was how he was meant to act if his medications for his ADHD worked: bland, with absolutely no energy.
Faced by the tragic prospect of being normal, Drew practically scrambled to sit up straight. Funny, how he managed to get adrenaline from the thought of not having adrenaline. He just truly hated the thought of being mundane. Of course, he had absolutely nothing against mundane people... but how on Earth could they stand it? Not being happy twenty-three hours of the day, at least? Was being sad somehow... better? Was feeling nothing better? He didn't understand it. In his mind, it was far more reasonable if everyone was happy just most of the time, if not all. Much less hurt feelings and whatnot.
Drew turned towards the man who had just introduced himself, feeling the remainder of his tiredness slip away. At least it appeared that there was somebody interesting to talk to. He seemed a bit arrogant, but it didn't seem like his ego was over the top right off the bat. He'd be fun.
He smiled, a bright, welcoming smile, and introduced himself. "I'm Drew."

[0live]

A smile painted on Elliot's face as a bearded man introduced himself as Dr. Codwell. He'd remembered the name from the letter he'd received back in his house in Northern Maine. Elliot was finally reasured that he was in the correct place. Firmly gripping his suitcase in the heat, Elliot stepped up to the table of mostly college age people and pulled up a seat. The noise of the chair was the only thing annoying enough to drown out the sound of the twirling fan above them all.
Though his bag wasn't particuarly heavy, it smacked to the ground with a loud thud. Elliot's hands were slick with sweat due to the excess heat which smothered him. He should have expected it to be this torrid but the teperature still seemed to get to him. Elliot had hoped that he hadn't made too much commotion but knew he would attract some eyes and ears from all the noises. He waited a slight while til he introduced himself, unsure whether he should speak or be spoken too first.

[Popcorns]

/ / Carter Kelly / /
Wildlife Biologist

Carter's hand rose up to his forehead as he tried to shield himself from the sun rays outside the airport. Well, the weather was very different from Oregon's constant down pour. He found a moment of saftey when the sun was covered with a passing by cloud and took that chance to search for a cab. Only half an hour ago did his plane land from Atlanta. It had been fairly easy to get his baggage and escape the crowds. The young adult let out a yawn as he raised his hand to flag down a waiting taxi. The yellow car quickly flashed over to him at the chance of a customer. When the car came to a hault, Carter quickly shoved his suitcase and duffle bag into the trunk then hopped into the back while reading off an address to the driver. He gave out a sigh before opening up his laptop bag that was resting by his feet and instead of taking out papers or his laptop, Carter instead pulled out a pack of Camel cigarettes. Raising a smoke to his lips and fishing out a lighter from the bag, Carter lit up the cigarette with his left hand and rolled down the window with his right hand. Normaly, he wouldn't be smoking so early, but the plane ride had made him uneasy.
By the time he almost down with the highly addictive nicotine, the taxi came to a stop infront of a small restraunt. He exited the car and grabbed his luggage from the trunk then giving the driver his money. Carter dropped the cigarette once he was finished and procceded into the restraunt where he was suppose to meet his group. By the looks mostly everyone was there. In the letter he had received some months ago it had mentioned that there would be about ten or so people that would be in the trip. The group would be joined by some guides that would take them to the cheetahs. There would also be a max of atleast two photographers to capture the study for National Geographic or for books.
Taking a seat next to a guy with short dark brown hair that seemed to be only a few years younger. Carter looked around the table and inspected who he would be working with in the next few months. The group consited of six women and five other men looking to be around his age. Then there were other older folk that would be leading the expedition. He heard one of the older men introduce himself as Dr.Codwell, a name which Carter remembered being on the letter and emails he had gotten in the past month.
Looking over to the man on his right(Elliot), Carter put a friendly smile. "Hi there, I'm Carter Kelly. I'm one of the wildlife biologists on the trip."
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/ / M a d d i N o o n / /
Behaviorist Intern

Maddi pulled her hair back into a loose bun while she sat on the bus. The mindless chatter from other riders filled her ears while she tried to keep an eye on the passing streets, looking for her stop that would drop her off by the restraunt she was suppose to meet the rest of her group mates. She rested a hand on her suitcase that rested by her feet as she felt the bus start to slow down. Luckily the street sign was in sight from her seat near the front so Maddi knew that this was her stop. She nodded her head to the driver while decending the bus steps with her luggage behind her. The restraunt was only a block away from the stop which was fine with her. whyhadn't she called a taxi though? Well, besides the fact that she hated taxi's, it was much cheaper to ride the bus then call for a taxi. If she had flown in just now though, yeah she would have called a taxi. But her plane had landed very late last night, around 11:30. Maddi had just stopped by a cheap motel to stay at untill she had to leave.
Stepping inside of the restraunt with her two suitcases, it was obvious where the group was. Off to one side were multiple tables pulled together to make a big enough area to hold the group. She gave a soft smile to the red haired woman that was greetting people before taking a seat near the clusters of people. Infact, her chair to her left was occupied by a large man who said his name was Dr.Codwell. The name sounded familiar to Maddi, but she couldn't place where she's seen it or heard it. Figuring she would find out later where she heard it, she instead waited till somoen would explain when they would go out and all of the other details.

[ιdєитιтy]

.....

The door at the entrance opened and closed repeatedly as if on an endless loop, which it were other people from the growing group or sweaty customers. A few came in wreaking of cigarette and other looked like the heat had gotten the best of their hygiene. And almost as if just as they sat down, their energy levels regained their high levels as the socialization started up. The introductions hinted the conversations that were in the near future. Alice didn't feel like socializing or sitting down. She just stood and watched through the tinted glass of her shades at the group that she suspected was done grouping.
Alice has barely paid any attention to Dr. Codwell when he introduced himself. She caught his name and that was it. 
"My name is Alice." She introduced herself in the same bored tone she had used the last time she took the initiative to open her mouth and participate in the mosh pit of 'Hello, my name is' and 'Hey there's. She didn't fancy any of this stuff. She wanted to get out to secluded areas of Africa and take photos of the majestic Cheetah. It was what she came here for- and if she wasn't here, she'd be at home dancing. Either way-it didn't show- but she was happy here. And she hated it. It was confusing concept. 
She looked down at her long fingers that clothed the opposite arm of those that she crossed. Her short and black nails drummed against her skin every second.

Word Count: 255
Notes: Outfit
I am suffering from a nasty case of WB, but I knew I had to get a post up.

[0live]

Looking behind him, Elliot saw several other people enter through the open space which was the door to the restaurant. Most of the others around him were carrying 1 to 2 large suitcases. He gazed down upon his singular, petite bag. I think I should have packed more..., Elliot thought to himself.
The meeting seemed to get more lively over time. As a couple others came forth, one spoke up once he took a seat next to him. Elliot managed to listen to the guy next to him state his greeting, causing him to turn his head and receive a welcoming smile. Elliot couldn't quite tell if he was directly addressing him or the whole group.
"Elliot West," He pronounced in his even, almost bored tone of voice, "Behaviorist."
He'd hoped that his voice wasn't too dull or uninviting, Elliot often was claimed as being so. To ensure his greeting was sincere, Elliot put on his best, un-awkward looking smile. Which he wasn't too good at either.

((>.> so much WB))

[especially me]

Kat listened to everyone's introductions but had quickly forgotten their names by the time she had finished her drink. She threw the can into the bin, with a well-aimed throw and grinning sat down on the left of a brown-haired girl. (Maddi). She smiled at her and then tilted her chair back, angling her face so the sun, filtering through the branched roof spread across it. She managed to do this without cutting herself of from the others, so she wasn't being rude. She smiled at Maddi. "Hey. I'm Kat. Guide." she introduced herself, setting her chair back down when a few clouds drifted across the daylight source. She brushed her blonde hair from her face, and using a elastic band from her wrist pulled it back into a loose ponytail. Her eyes flicked round the group resting on a few faces, before returning to the girl she had greeted. "Why are you here?" she asked conversationally. It wasn't rude or arubt although usually when she said things like that it was. Kat was here because she knew Africa well and was a guide. Who better than a guide to show the people around? She wasn't sure if she was the only guide, but she had her 'suspicions'. There was only one other person in here who had no bag. A auburn-haired girl who had greeted everyone.