Claude Rains (disappearingact) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-08-31 04:50:00 |
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WHO: Claude Rains
WHAT: Everyone take your seats and fasten your seat belts. We will be landing at Los Angeles International Airport in five minutes. Wait. What?
WHERE: LAX
WHEN: Late Afternoon
RATING: PG
STATUS: Narrative; Complete
Claude woke up just in time to hear the announcement. Los Angeles? I had been...years since he'd been anywhere near Los Angeles, and there was a reason for that. It was a shithole, and a shithole that he wanted to avoid at all costs. But apparently, he'd read the flight board wrong and gotten onto a plane west coast bound instead of one east coast bound. At worst, it would delay him a few hours.
As the plane landed, Claude carefully extracted himself from the empty seat in first class that he had been occupying through out the flight. He struggled to keep enough distance between himself, the person in front of him, and the stewardess (oh, sorry, flight attendant) following him up the end of the row. But by the time that they reached the stairs, there was enough space that he could easily go downstairs and into the airport without much issue. The security check wasn't an issue for him. It could easily be circumvented. If they had dogs out, they always proved to be an issue, but he didn't see any. He knocked into a few people in the crowd, either through lack of caring whether he dodged them fully or in order to knick a wallet out of a back pocket, sometimes both. By the time that he reached the lobby of the airport, he had a fist full of cash, and several empty vinyl wallets were chucked into the bin by the doors. At least, if he was forced to actually get something honestly, he was prepared for it now.
So. LA. Might as well see if it had changed at all before being on his merry way. It wasn't like Petrelli the elder was getting anymore shot.
Maybe.