Yes, yes, I'm starting again, far too many ideas at one time. * G *
I recently for some reason - most likely come a dream or an observed scene onto a FF idea where Willow opens to search for Oz. * G * ... It will not let go of the feeling that something with it no longer is in order.
Looking helping yet another couple to find their way again.
"At last the sun again," a red-haired young woman breathed a sigh of relief as they stepped off the plane on the top step of the exit stairs. "The rain was so slow to me at the clock." So she went down the stairs and lifted - reached the bottom - the head lifted to the light of the slowly declining Sun to enjoy. She was back again. Back in California and back to Los Angeles.
When she realized that she wanted to get behind other people, the Willow was on his way to collecting luggage that was loaded straight onto a small wagon train. The air smelled of kerosene and heated tar from a sunny and warm, if not the father even hot day. Not like in London, where they never could quite get used to the cold and where it rained constantly and there was fog. She missed the sun.
Willow watched from the baggage hall, as the shadow of the building moved slowly into the horizon at length by the sinking sun. Soon they would be quite set and the vampires are on the move.
The other people who were waiting for their bags and pockets, seemed more concerned with himself. Some tapped impatiently on the brought racks, others had their arms crossed and were bored before the conveyor belt. But they had something in common - they were exhausted by the long flight and wanted nothing more than a shower or to bed.
Willow began rumzuzupfen at her skirt to deal with. It offered not much to talk about and it was somehow not great then.
After a while, began to move the conveyor belt and the first cases and bags emerged from the hatch. Their owners were getting ready to lift the car next to it and to get through customs.
"With my fabulous luck my luggage back in Rio or anywhere else to be," murmured as she waited for Willow.
"Rio?" asked a woman next to her, which also seemed still to wait.
Willow looked up in surprise, she had not expected that they would listen to someone. She nodded. "Yes, my suitcase has been to Rio - and I in Hawaii."
The woman smiled. "In my time was in Nice," she said with a foreign accent. "And I in Tunisia."
"Did you get it back?" Willow asked, more out of politeness, because of real interest. She hoped her case would come soon and they could go out in the fresh evening breeze. Or at least get out of this stuffy hall.
"Yes, I was 3 days late, the case brought into the room ... Hey, is not this yours?" The woman pointed to a beautiful leather case, which seemed to be stuffed.
"Yes, that's me," confirmed Willow and reached for him, only to be knocked down shortly thereafter of his weight fast. "Ouf." She balanced on her car.
"Well then, I wish you a good time," said goodbye to the woman.
Willow nodded. "I also wish you a good time. Hopefully their luggage will come soon."
"Yes, hopefully." Then turned the Woman returned to the conveyor belt, not to miss her suitcase.
herstossend the car in front of him left, Willow the baggage hall towards customs. She was not quite comfortable about it and she was afraid of the exact baggage. Had she not brought a lot of herbs and other magical paraphernalia. to explain this would be a bit difficult, without being looked at an angle. The utensils were confiscated either way and the whole effort would have been for nothing.
But the fear was unfounded, the customs officer saw only the pass exactly as he would try to decipher anything. "Miss Rosenberg, you are moving to London?"
Willow nodded.
"I suppose, yet they have endured over there any longer, am I right?"
In principle he was right. "Well, I'm just visiting here - a couple of old friends."
"I understand. Have you anything to declare? Alcohol, cigarettes, or other dutiable content? "The official asked, with fingers pointing at the suitcase.
Willow shook her head truthfully.
"Okay. You can happen." He handed the Willow Pass off.
"Thanks." With the passport in hand and a relieved grin on his face Willow came into the lobby, where people had already gathered, who wanted to pick up their relatives. She went past them, it waited for nobody to them. It did not even someone that she was back in Los Angeles.
"Welcome Back ..." Willow stepped out of the hall to the taxi stand outside and breathed in the now slightly cooler evening air. The air was filled with a variety of odors - flowers, food, cars, summer, and much more. It was this smell that she missed as well. It smelled of life - and a little home.
pushed after a last deep breath Willow their vans to the nearest taxi. "Available?"
"Sure, sweetness."
Willow looked at the driver briefly, but said nothing. He seemed to belong to the type of man, the shaving and showers for not very deemed necessary. Or at least a certain amount of uncleanliness considered as male.
"Wait, let me help." The driver immediately came and opened the trunk when he noticed how much effort Willow with their luggage had. He picked him up and laid him in the trunk.
Na is only ...
While the driver still had closed the lid, got in Willow, she preferred the back seat of the passenger seat. This distance had to be.
"So, where to go, then?" The driver looked at Willow seemed a little closer and his lips an ambiguous smile, which apparently means that he liked her.
Willow acted as if she had not seen this and looked hard out of the window, as he drove off. Hotel Hyperion. "
"Address?"
Willow gave him the address. And then said during the entire ride to the hotel no more.
sometime TBC * g *
because I just tried to be a little more detail. No idea, obs is well under way. :)
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