Post by Thunder on Apr 6, 2007 19:55:03 GMT -5
On the way to their flight, Thunder and Janie Vice were in a horrible wreck involving their limo and an SUV. Their only option is to walk until they can find a cab that will drive them to the airport.
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Just as he had been ordered to do, the driver immediately called a tow truck, which arrived later than he would have liked. Because of all of this, traffic was backed up for seemingly mile after mile, so the two passengers of the limo were not the only ones who had their plans ruined.
But what happened to other people on the road didn’t concern Thunder and Janie as they walk along the shoulder of the road. With time being such a factor, they stopped caring about anything else except making their flight on time a long time ago. The crash was a major setback, there is no doubt about that, but they have no time to reflect on it. In the end, all that matters to Thunder is winning the Hardcore Title against Danny Vice and Skyler Striker. I can win that match, Thunder thinks to himself, as long as I get there. He knows that the match will be bloody, brutal, and possibly the toughest of his career, but with Vice hurt and Striker focused elsewhere, Thunder clearly, at least in his mind, has the advantage. He strongly believes all of these things, which is why he sees getting to the airport as his only roadblock at the moment.
It won’t be much further until we’re off the bridge, Thunder thinks, and then it’ll be easy to catch a cab. But this isn’t as much of an easy task as it first sounds. They finally end their trek along the bridge, but traffic is still backed up. Thunder can hear Janie groaning as they walk, the bags possibly being too heavy for her to manage.
Thunder: Want me to take of the bags?
Janie: No. I’ll be fine just as long as we stop soon.
Thunder: Not much further now. Down by that parking garage traffic appears to be moving. It won’t take long to get there.
Janie: Yeah, I bet.
Thunder: Hey, I’m just as angry as you are about this whole thing. But complaining won’t help at all.
Janie: How about we both just shut up then?
Thunder: Somebody’s a little tense…
Janie simply rolls her eyes at Thunder as continue to walk. The further along they go on this crowded street, the faster traffic moves. Despite this being a heavily trafficked area, it has clearly seen better days. They pass an alley with an overturned dumpster at the end of it. More than likely rats are crawling through there right now, looking for a scrap of something, anything, to chomp down on with their little teeth. The dumpster is next to an enormous building that is not abandoned. The windows that go up the several stories are either shattered, boarded up, or untouched in the case of the higher floors. This large store, whatever it was, has faded away into the past, remembered only by its few patrons and the entrepreneurs who ran it, like so many other businesses that open in a fledgling downtown area like this. There is a sign plastered against the boarded up area where the front door is that reads “FOR RENT CALL 512-889-2159”, but the odds of anyone opening a store here with the current conditions are only slightly more probable than the possibility of Thunder’s limo be driven again.
They pass the dreary building and are at the several level parking garage that Thunder had talked about earlier. Right across the street from it is a building that shows an actual sign of life: The Warner Theater. The blinking sign proclaims the shows that are playing now or will be soon. “STAN WON’T DANCE APR. 8-12…THE MAGICIAN APR. 14-20…FREEDOM APR. 20-24…BUY TICKETS AT THE BOX OFFICE.” Now that Thunder and Janie have reached the point that they set out to get to, they set their bags down on the sidewalk and stand there, waiting for a cab.
Thunder: It shouldn’t be long now.
Only a few seconds later, a cab drives towards them. But by the time they can pick up their bags and rush towards it, an old woman has already made her way into the cab.
Janie: How about we just stay right here so we don’t miss the next one.
Thunder: Fine.
But a cab was not the next car that came towards them. Instead, it is a small sedan barreling down the road. As it passes Thunder and Janie, it hits a puddle, causing dirty rain water to cover all of Thunder’s suit. Janie had moved slightly back a moment earlier, and therefore missed being splashed. Thunder immediately drops his bags and tries to give chase, but it is to no avail. He gives up and just rushes back to Janie.
Thunder: Did you see what just happened? He ruined my thousand dollar suit!
Janie: Well what do you want me to do about it? You’ve got plenty more of those back at the house. Look, here’s a cab now. Let’s just forget about the stupid suit and keep moving.
Still fuming, Thunder enters the cab after Janie. With all of the bags sitting in the back with them, there is no room for comfort in the cab, not that the seats are comfortable to begin with. There was probably at one time large amounts of padding in the seats, but at this point that is gone as well as pieces of the upholstery. Once they are situated, the short, pudgy Italian driver turns back to them.
Cab Driver: Where are you two headed?
Thunder: The airport. And you better get there quick or else we’ll miss our flight.
Cab Driver: Hey, hey. No need to worry. I’ve been doing this for over ten years. I know all the quickest routes. You’ve got nothing to worry out.
Janie: I’ve got an idea. How about instead of bragging, you just get us there?
Cab Driver: Okay. We’re going. No need to get a bad attitude.
In what is probably a smart move, Thunder and Janie decide to keep any further dissatisfaction with the driver to themselves. He is, after all, their only option left if they want to make their flight. The last thing they need is to anger him, so they keep their mouths shut for the rest of the trip.
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The cab finally reached the airport, with not much time to spare. Once the driver was paid for the trip, they had to grab their bags and get to their flight as quickly as possible. Running was the only option, and it didn’t concern them how stupid they looked doing this. They were going to make the flight no matter what. Getting through security took much longer than they would have liked, but now that was over. All that needs to be done now is show their tickets to the attendant at the gate, and then they will be on the plane and then at Blast.
They still move rapidly once through security, knowing that if they slow down now it could be too late.
Janie: What’s the flight number?
Thunder: 122.
Janie: Are you sure?
Thunder: Of course I am. Don’t doubt me on this.
Janie: I’m not. 122 is straight ahead. Let’s go.
Just as before, they rush to the attendant She is a pretty young blonde, most likely new to this job.
Attendant: May I please see your tickets.
Thunder: Yeah. Once I find them.
Thunder makes quick movements to find where the tickets are in his suit pocket. Eventually, he finds them in a pocket on the inside. He quickly flashes the tickets to the attendant.
Thunder: There you go. The tickets. Let’s go!
Thunder head now for their flight. The attendant chases after them as quickly as possible.
Attendant: You’re on the wrong flight! The ticket said 123, not 122!
Her attempts to stop them are useless. They are already on the plane, not knowing their mistake.
They sit down in the half-empty plane side-by-side. Almost everyone on this flight is older and dressed in suits in the case of the men, or conservative dresses in the case of the women. These outfits make them all look very dignified, and one could say, very businesslike.
Thunder: I would of expected more people to be on this flight.
Janie: I know. It’s kind of weird. Listen, I want to apologize for the way I snapped at you earlier.
Thunder: It’s okay. You don’t need to. We were both upset, but none of that matters now. We made the flight and now I’m on my way to being Hardcore Champion. That’s the important thing.
Only a few moments later, the pilot speaks from the intercom.
Pilot: Thank you for flying with United Airlines. We are now in the air and will be in Bombay, India in about 10 hours. Enjoy the flight.
If it were possible for Thunder’s and Janie’s jaws to hit the floor, it would have happened. For a moment they can only sit in stunned silence, but then anger sets in. Thunder rises up from his seat and begins to scream as his face begins to turn different shades of red.
Thunder: Bombay?! Bombay?! This is the wrong flight! Who the hell put me on the wrong flight?!
Man: How about you shut up?
Before the situation can get any worse, a stewardess rushes over to Thunder in an attempt to calm him down.
Stewardess: Try to be calm. Just show me your ticket.
Thunder pulls out the ticket and hands it to the stewardess. She looks at it before handing it back.
Stewardess: I’m sorry to tell you this, but you boarded the wrong flight.
Thunder: Well now what do I do?
Stewardess: I guess you’re going to India.
Still angry, Thunder sits back down.
Janie: Well this is just great.
Thunder: How about we both just shut up?
Janie: Somebody’s a little tense…
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Just as he had been ordered to do, the driver immediately called a tow truck, which arrived later than he would have liked. Because of all of this, traffic was backed up for seemingly mile after mile, so the two passengers of the limo were not the only ones who had their plans ruined.
But what happened to other people on the road didn’t concern Thunder and Janie as they walk along the shoulder of the road. With time being such a factor, they stopped caring about anything else except making their flight on time a long time ago. The crash was a major setback, there is no doubt about that, but they have no time to reflect on it. In the end, all that matters to Thunder is winning the Hardcore Title against Danny Vice and Skyler Striker. I can win that match, Thunder thinks to himself, as long as I get there. He knows that the match will be bloody, brutal, and possibly the toughest of his career, but with Vice hurt and Striker focused elsewhere, Thunder clearly, at least in his mind, has the advantage. He strongly believes all of these things, which is why he sees getting to the airport as his only roadblock at the moment.
It won’t be much further until we’re off the bridge, Thunder thinks, and then it’ll be easy to catch a cab. But this isn’t as much of an easy task as it first sounds. They finally end their trek along the bridge, but traffic is still backed up. Thunder can hear Janie groaning as they walk, the bags possibly being too heavy for her to manage.
Thunder: Want me to take of the bags?
Janie: No. I’ll be fine just as long as we stop soon.
Thunder: Not much further now. Down by that parking garage traffic appears to be moving. It won’t take long to get there.
Janie: Yeah, I bet.
Thunder: Hey, I’m just as angry as you are about this whole thing. But complaining won’t help at all.
Janie: How about we both just shut up then?
Thunder: Somebody’s a little tense…
Janie simply rolls her eyes at Thunder as continue to walk. The further along they go on this crowded street, the faster traffic moves. Despite this being a heavily trafficked area, it has clearly seen better days. They pass an alley with an overturned dumpster at the end of it. More than likely rats are crawling through there right now, looking for a scrap of something, anything, to chomp down on with their little teeth. The dumpster is next to an enormous building that is not abandoned. The windows that go up the several stories are either shattered, boarded up, or untouched in the case of the higher floors. This large store, whatever it was, has faded away into the past, remembered only by its few patrons and the entrepreneurs who ran it, like so many other businesses that open in a fledgling downtown area like this. There is a sign plastered against the boarded up area where the front door is that reads “FOR RENT CALL 512-889-2159”, but the odds of anyone opening a store here with the current conditions are only slightly more probable than the possibility of Thunder’s limo be driven again.
They pass the dreary building and are at the several level parking garage that Thunder had talked about earlier. Right across the street from it is a building that shows an actual sign of life: The Warner Theater. The blinking sign proclaims the shows that are playing now or will be soon. “STAN WON’T DANCE APR. 8-12…THE MAGICIAN APR. 14-20…FREEDOM APR. 20-24…BUY TICKETS AT THE BOX OFFICE.” Now that Thunder and Janie have reached the point that they set out to get to, they set their bags down on the sidewalk and stand there, waiting for a cab.
Thunder: It shouldn’t be long now.
Only a few seconds later, a cab drives towards them. But by the time they can pick up their bags and rush towards it, an old woman has already made her way into the cab.
Janie: How about we just stay right here so we don’t miss the next one.
Thunder: Fine.
But a cab was not the next car that came towards them. Instead, it is a small sedan barreling down the road. As it passes Thunder and Janie, it hits a puddle, causing dirty rain water to cover all of Thunder’s suit. Janie had moved slightly back a moment earlier, and therefore missed being splashed. Thunder immediately drops his bags and tries to give chase, but it is to no avail. He gives up and just rushes back to Janie.
Thunder: Did you see what just happened? He ruined my thousand dollar suit!
Janie: Well what do you want me to do about it? You’ve got plenty more of those back at the house. Look, here’s a cab now. Let’s just forget about the stupid suit and keep moving.
Still fuming, Thunder enters the cab after Janie. With all of the bags sitting in the back with them, there is no room for comfort in the cab, not that the seats are comfortable to begin with. There was probably at one time large amounts of padding in the seats, but at this point that is gone as well as pieces of the upholstery. Once they are situated, the short, pudgy Italian driver turns back to them.
Cab Driver: Where are you two headed?
Thunder: The airport. And you better get there quick or else we’ll miss our flight.
Cab Driver: Hey, hey. No need to worry. I’ve been doing this for over ten years. I know all the quickest routes. You’ve got nothing to worry out.
Janie: I’ve got an idea. How about instead of bragging, you just get us there?
Cab Driver: Okay. We’re going. No need to get a bad attitude.
In what is probably a smart move, Thunder and Janie decide to keep any further dissatisfaction with the driver to themselves. He is, after all, their only option left if they want to make their flight. The last thing they need is to anger him, so they keep their mouths shut for the rest of the trip.
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The cab finally reached the airport, with not much time to spare. Once the driver was paid for the trip, they had to grab their bags and get to their flight as quickly as possible. Running was the only option, and it didn’t concern them how stupid they looked doing this. They were going to make the flight no matter what. Getting through security took much longer than they would have liked, but now that was over. All that needs to be done now is show their tickets to the attendant at the gate, and then they will be on the plane and then at Blast.
They still move rapidly once through security, knowing that if they slow down now it could be too late.
Janie: What’s the flight number?
Thunder: 122.
Janie: Are you sure?
Thunder: Of course I am. Don’t doubt me on this.
Janie: I’m not. 122 is straight ahead. Let’s go.
Just as before, they rush to the attendant She is a pretty young blonde, most likely new to this job.
Attendant: May I please see your tickets.
Thunder: Yeah. Once I find them.
Thunder makes quick movements to find where the tickets are in his suit pocket. Eventually, he finds them in a pocket on the inside. He quickly flashes the tickets to the attendant.
Thunder: There you go. The tickets. Let’s go!
Thunder head now for their flight. The attendant chases after them as quickly as possible.
Attendant: You’re on the wrong flight! The ticket said 123, not 122!
Her attempts to stop them are useless. They are already on the plane, not knowing their mistake.
They sit down in the half-empty plane side-by-side. Almost everyone on this flight is older and dressed in suits in the case of the men, or conservative dresses in the case of the women. These outfits make them all look very dignified, and one could say, very businesslike.
Thunder: I would of expected more people to be on this flight.
Janie: I know. It’s kind of weird. Listen, I want to apologize for the way I snapped at you earlier.
Thunder: It’s okay. You don’t need to. We were both upset, but none of that matters now. We made the flight and now I’m on my way to being Hardcore Champion. That’s the important thing.
Only a few moments later, the pilot speaks from the intercom.
Pilot: Thank you for flying with United Airlines. We are now in the air and will be in Bombay, India in about 10 hours. Enjoy the flight.
If it were possible for Thunder’s and Janie’s jaws to hit the floor, it would have happened. For a moment they can only sit in stunned silence, but then anger sets in. Thunder rises up from his seat and begins to scream as his face begins to turn different shades of red.
Thunder: Bombay?! Bombay?! This is the wrong flight! Who the hell put me on the wrong flight?!
Man: How about you shut up?
Before the situation can get any worse, a stewardess rushes over to Thunder in an attempt to calm him down.
Stewardess: Try to be calm. Just show me your ticket.
Thunder pulls out the ticket and hands it to the stewardess. She looks at it before handing it back.
Stewardess: I’m sorry to tell you this, but you boarded the wrong flight.
Thunder: Well now what do I do?
Stewardess: I guess you’re going to India.
Still angry, Thunder sits back down.
Janie: Well this is just great.
Thunder: How about we both just shut up?
Janie: Somebody’s a little tense…
To be continued…[/center]
