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((First off, sorry that it is short, but it will be longer once I know who's around to interact with, and secondly, I am leaving for holiday tomorrow, so if I don't respond, don't worry, that's where I am - Thanks in advance, Mags))

C h r i s t o p h e M o r e a u ❝ Maybe we could sleep in
I'll make you banana pancakes
Pretend like it's the weekend now ❞

[action;chatting] [location;airport] [with;French Guides] [crush;none]

"Tout le monde, tout le monde, Ils sont arrivés!" squealed Christophe, he was particularly excited about today and had been jumping up and down on the balls of his feet almost constantly for the past twenty minutes. He was clustered by the door, waiting for the foreigners to come through with their luggage, he was just so excited about meeting them all. You see, Moreau truly loved meeting new people, not only that but he liked seeing new places, he liked entertaining, he liked everything about this trip, and meeting the students from abroad was just the first step in making this trip awesome. He had arrived at the airport first, probably far earlier than he should have, but waiting at home until the right moment to leave had been getting far too intense, and he just couldn't stop tapping his foot on the floor. Sure he was nervous about the whole thing, but apparantly less than most, he was just too chirpy to let it bring him down.
The group of French guides seemed to have congregated around the arrivals door, Moreau himself had written one of those signs that taxi-drivers did, but instead of listing the names of the passengers, he had simply written, in an eloquent French italic, "We are your guides, Welcome to France!" He had a grin plastered on his face and an air of care-free happiness about him. This was Christophe Moreau, resident hyper twenty year old, and today, more than most days, he was extremely hyper, and very, very, excited.
He glanced around at his counterparts, all whom he knew well, and suddenyl asked, "Where are we going with them to begin with, are we heading straight back to the apartments, are we finding food, or are they seeing the sights right away? What are we going to do?" he asked, he had completely forgotten about this point. He though they should head back to the aprtments, the foreigners could settle in, maybe have a sleep if they needed, they could unpack, get food and water etcetera, but then again, they might want to get stuck in right away, or they might be desperately hungry for crepes. Moreau just had no idea what to expect, but whatever happened, he was primed with a smile, a huge recipe book and a plethora of knowledge on France. Thing ssurely could not go too badly wrong, even if there wasn't a plan.

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Don't look down. Aurora had thought to herself mentally. The red headed girl had been terrified of heights, but she had really wanted to go to France. She just hadn't look out the window since she had gotten on the plane. She was relieved when the pilot had announced that they would be landing soon. She finally looked out the window when they wheels of the plane had touched the ground. She let out a huff of a relief. She smiled a bit, knowing that she was official in France. She grabbed the few bags in the over carry racks. She jumped in the line to get of the plane. She walked down the stairs and then stepped out on the ground. She smiled and looked at the airport. She went over to where they flight attendants were getting out the large luggage that could go into the over carry on the plane. She went over and grabbed the two suite cases and pulled out the extended handles. She rolled the two suite cases, and had the two carry on bag straps wrapped around her arm. Here I am. She smiled as she walked into the airport. She looked around with a cute smile on her face, "Bonjour Paris!" She shouted out happily.

She was wearing a rather cute outfit. She was wearing a white tee-shirt and grey shorts with a brown belt. She then had one a long pink jacket and a white wrap-around scarf. She also had grey long socks with grey boots. She inhaled deeply, and smelt coffee. Mmmm, she thought. She needed some of that right now. She walked up to the stand and looked at the man with a smile, "Puis-je avoir un café avec un soupçon de chocolat chaud et de lait?" She asked him in French. She had taken French classes for three years, so her French had been quite fluent. She payed the man, as he handed her the to-go coffee cup. She took a sip of the warm beverage. Her bright green eyes looked around herself. She noticed that everyone seemed to be in such a rush. She wondered why, she enjoyed taking her time. She loved to experience everything there was. she then pushed a lock of her red hair from her face.

She took her pink cellphone out and then brought up her mother's contact. She then texted her in Irish, Tá mé i dtír i bPáras! She sent the message to her mother, and then closed her phone. She put the phone back in her purse. She wondered what she was going to do first. Well, first off; who was she suppose to go with? She stood there a bit lost, and wondered who she was going to be with, and how she knew she was suppose to go with them. She walked around a bit, hoping she would find someone who knew her and knew she was suppose to be with them. If not, then she would be lost. She would probably have to go to the front desk if she couldn't find anyone, but hopefully that wouldn't be the case. What to do, what to do, she thought to herself silently as she scanned the room with her bright green eyes.

[thorne.]

α lιттle roυɢн αroυɴd тнe edɢeѕ тнαт'ѕ αll.
вυт вroĸeɴ? ɴope, ɴoт ιɴ тнe leαѕт.

Paris. Nathaniel was going to Paris. No, not Paris, Texas, some city in the middle of the country call the United States, but Paris, France, the place with the delicious food and the gigantic tower that everyone dreams of seeing at least once in their whole lifetime. His head rested on the headrest while his forest green eyes were glued to the the window besides him, staring at absolutely nothing in particular. There were many different voices and noises behind him back the boy didn't pay a bit of attention to it. The flight attendant had already informed the passengers that they landed in France and it was acceptable to get off the plane. After many hours of travel from his home country to the new, foreign one, he was able to get off. Yet, there was the boy who stayed exactly as he was, as if he hadn't even heard the announcement. Was he deaf? No. Was he dumb? Not at all. He has a very reasonable reason why he wasn't trying to be the first one out of the airplane: his seat was just way too damn comfortable.

It may not be a very sensible reason for other people, but it was good enough for him. Honestly, why put yourself into the chaos that is an airport when you have such a comfortable seat to stay at? At least that was Nathaniel's logic and, being the stubborn person he was, the boy was sticking with it. It was that he's not excited for the opportunity to explore another country, he was thrilled. It was his first time out of Australia so of course that would make him interested. But that was also the reason that was keeping him back. This being the first time he even step foot into an airport, he does not want to do it again. Before he had gotten into the plane, Nathaniel had gotten lost very far away from his destination, baffled by the many attendants telling him many different routes, and utterly dazed by the many signs telling the boy to go every direction possible. It was a miracle that he got to his flight, and on time too.

Nathaniel knew that he couldn't stay on the plane forever because eventually, the flight attendant would come and get him to leave, but he was willing to milk all the time he can get. Only when all of the other passengers have gotten off that he willed himself to detach his seat belt and get out of his seat. Grabbing the only thing he brought onto the plane with him from the carry racks above his head, he slung it over his shoulder. It was a simple small leather backpack. Then he trudged down the row and out the exit. Once he got into the building, Nathaniel immediately proceeded to the baggage carousel to get the rest of his luggage. Thankfully, the two suitcases that he brought onto trip returned to him, intact and not breached. Then he continued to his final destination: the place where he was suppose to meet the other students and the French guides.

[paradox.]

Where: Paris, France airport
Doing: Waiting
With: No one yet

Sierra tsked in annoyance as she looked at her watch. Supposedly she was supposed to be waiting for a girl to pick up. Excited? Yes a little but that wasn't enough to change her annoyed attitude. Previously some guy tried to steal her bag but she somehow chased him down. Then she just barely dodged some water that sprayed when a car drove into a puddle, and now some rude guy had bumped into her. "Watch it!" She said loudly in fluent English. Don't expect less from someone who had English heritage. The man, who was definitely french, tilted his head in confusion. Sierra sighed and began again."Monsieur s'il vous plaît excuser pour se cogner contre moi."(1) The man quickly said he was sorry and that he was looking for his son who he hadn't seen in a few years. Yes that was enough for Sierra to say "C'est bon!(2)" and turn away.

Sierra tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ears and sighed. Where was this girl? She held a sign in her hand much similar to how taxi's did and in the sign it said "I am your guide." in scripted English. Her head tilted to the side as she looked around a bit. So many people were rushing and it was hard to fight against the current. Who exactly was the foreigner she had to pick up and what adventures did they experience there? Sierra was looking forward to those talk the most and the touring of France of course.

(1) Sir please apologize for bumping into me.
(2) Thats good!

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