Hollipop
Untapped Potential
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Marco Brewster
Marco fumbled through his backpack, trying not to disturb the abnormally huge sleeping man beside him in coach on American Airlines' roundtrip flight from San Francisco, CA to Washington, DC. Eventually, he found what he was looking for, and brandished his lucky neon blue paint marker from the trench that was his selected carry-on bag.
He scribbled his tag--"MB", written almost illegibly--on the underside of his armrest and admired his handiwork. Marco wished more than anything that he could have brought his spray paint, but airport recruit would have had a field day with the aerosol. He'd have to find an art store in Tokyo to replenish his supply. For now, it was paint markers and tiny tags for this artist.
The thought of Tokyo made him smile. It was still unbelievable that he got accepted into the very exclusive Tate Abroad gap year program. After all, they only chose 12 people to go every semester. For the next year, Marco would be calling places like Paris and Pompeii home. His father, may he rest in peace, would be so proud of him.
The pilot announced that the plain was going to land soon, and Marco tucked his paint marker back into his backpack before putting his seat back in the designated upright position. Soon enough, they were on the ground in the nation's capital, and Marco was--slowly!--walking off the plane and into BWI airport. There were tourists literally everywhere.
Marco found the baggage claim from his San Fran flight and rechecked his bags so they would end up on the jet plane they'd be taking to Tokyo this afternoon. Once all of the logistics were squared away, Marco managed to track down private terminal number one. He was greeted by a woman in her late twenties, who cheerfully introduced herself as Kelsey, the female staff member for the program. He remembered her name from the letter he received in the mail a month ago.
Kelsey highlighted his name and sent him through the corridor and on to the jet plane, where a man in his early thirties was sitting. "Hey, I'm Marco?" he said, though it sounded more like a question. The guy nodded. He had to be the other guy mentioned in the letter, Jay Gregory. He didn't seem too warm and fuzzy, but Marco wasn't one to judge. He wasn't a complete social butterfly himself, though he got along with people very well, most of the time.
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"You can sit anywhere," the man, Jay, said passively, "You're the first one." Marco could clearly see that. He got a closer look at the interior of the jet as he tucked into one of the leather seats towards the back of the plane. He hadn't seen anything this breathtaking in his entire life. The jet was ten times nicer than the apartment he lived in with his uncle back in California. Thought, the tiny 1-bedroom he called home wasn't that hard to beat. Marco fiddled around with the zipper on his carry-on bag as he waited to see who would board the plane next.
Charlotte Sterling
Lola's lavender high heels click-clacked against the laminate tile of Baltimore Washington International airport as she desperately searched for a bathroom. She had just flown in from New York City, and needed to pee--bad. Too many complimentary iced teas on the plane--thanks dads for the first class ticket!--did that to a person, especially since she got the young male flight attendant to slip some liquor in there. She had an amazing tolerance for alcohol. However, her bladder didn't.
She finally found a bathroom and ducked inside. After she was finished, she sighed in relief. She flushed and washed her hands before giving herself a once-over in the water-stained mirror. Her outfit was thankfully still in tact after sitting on that plane for hours, and her chestnut brown hair just needed a quick fluff to return to its sculpted wavy texture. She opened her purse and pulled out her tube of DuWop lip venom and applied it to her pout before dropping it back in her bag and leaving the restroom.
Lola checked her bags one more, this time to go on a much smaller, much nicer plane. She had been many, many places before, but she's actually never been on a jet. Needless to say, she was excited. Lola made her way towards private terminal number one. "Hello there," she flashed a smile at the bespectacled woman who was sitting just outside the boarding corridor, "I'm Charlotte Sterling." She wasn't a huge fan of her given name. Lola sounded a lot more exciting, more exotic.
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"Hi!" the woman chirped, "My name is Kelsey! I'm the female staff member for TAGYP," she smiled a bright grin. Kelsey...that sounded familiar to Lola. She realized that her name was in the acceptance letter she got a month ago. She had just skimmed it. She tried not to laugh at the way Kelsey tried to pronounced the acronym. The woman said it as "tag-yip". Lola would probably just say TAG, for short.
She was instructed to walk on to the jet, where the male staff member, Jay, would greet her next. Lola headed down the corridor and stepped on to the tiny plane and was blown away. It was breathtaking. A shaved-headed man, who she assumed to be Jay, looked up from his Sudoku with an annoyed expression, until he actually saw her and had to readjust his jaw. Lola was used to this reaction. She was a classic femme falate. "Take a seat anywhere," he managed to say before returning to his puzzle.
Lola smirked and slid into the row horizontal from the only other person on the plane besides her and Slack-Jawed McGee. He was a guy around he age, maybe a year or so older. He had night dark hair that was just a tad bit overgrown and kept uncapping and recapping a paint marker absentmindedly. "I'm Lola," she managed to catch his eye and introduce herself. He looked up startled.'
"Oh, shit," he replied, regaining his train of thought, "I'm Marco. It's nice to meet you," he shot her a half-smile before returning to uncapping and recapping that blue marker. Lola got some vibes off him that said he was probably an artist. She rooted through her purse and brandished her trusty copy of Cosmopolitan Magazine. She flipped through the table of contents before reading an article about how curling your eyelashes with mascara on could be damaging. Oops.
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