The Harrowing Road

[PeaceFu1]

8:45 AM


June 23rd, 2013


Churchill Private Airstrip


The dark blue Chevrolet Tahoe pulled off of the dirt road coming to a stop in a grassy field next to a small runway. The sun had been high in the sky for almost five hours now, but the temperature outside was fairly cool. A single Turbo Commander sat on the runway it's engines already started, propellers idling. A tall skinny man in tan cargo shorts and a button up Hawaiian shirt, shoulder length brown hair and a big bushy beard stood near the edge of the airstrip, mirrored aviator sunglasses covering his eyes, his wide brimmed leather hat pulled low.


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Damien, pressed on the brakes pulling the Tahoe to a stop near their pilot. Johnny Mellone, he had flown them in two weeks earlier and what a wonderful two weeks it had been. He put the vehicle in park opening his door to step out. He wore a pair of dark gray jeans and a white plain white shirt, a brown leather jacket over that and a pair of brown cowboy boots. On top of his head sat an Ace's baseball cap, curved bill, a fishing hook snug on its brim.


"Our chariot awaits!" He said stepping out of the vehicle, his words accentuated by his cajun accent. Hey waved in Johnny's direction as he made his way around to the back of the Tahoe pulling open it's back hatch. He stumbled falling backwards as the enormous amount of bags toppled forwards nearly taking out his knees.


Sitting on the ground he looked at the suitcases and backpacks strewn about the ground. "Somebody doesn't know how to pack a car." He said sighing as he picked himself up.

 

[Ene Kagerou]

(wait before i post I'm confused, did Damien drive everyone there? Or are all of them going to start appearing on their own?)

 

[Lillybelle]

Lyric stepped out of the Tahoe and glanced over at the pilot before hearing a loud crash. Her hair whipped around her as she spun around on her heels oogled the area behind the vehicle. To her surprise Damien sat in a pile of topped suitcases and backpacks. "Oh Damien, are you ok?" She asked kindly as she quickly glanced him over for any sign of a cut.


As she waited for a response she scanned the wreckage of what was once the contents of the trunk and pulled her bag up from the pavement and slung it over her shoulder. The sudden weight made her stumble a little before she quickly caught her footing.

 

[Rafi]

Remy followed suit and stepped out of the truck, stretching his back as he looked out at the small town of Churchill for the last time. Churchill: population 813, and no actual road leading out of the town; it was accessible only by train, plane or boat. Part of him was rather glad to be leaving- spending two weeks in a town as small and secluded as Churchill had been somewhat boring. Of course they had seen some amazing sights on their vacation; they had taken a boat tour out into the Hudson Bay to see the polar bears, and this year's abnormally brilliant Aurora Borealis had not dissapointed. But with Churchill's limited internet connection, Remy found himself starved of news and blogs, which were his usual go-to entertainments when he was bored.


Pulling up the collar of his black felted coat against the wind's chill, Remy turned back towards the truck, noting the mess of suitcases that had fallen out of the trunk. He grinned at Damien, somewhat bashfully. "My bad, Damien." Pulling his duffle bag and backpack out of the pile he added, "Sorry about that."


"Hey, sweet ride," Remy commented on the airplane, walking past Lyric as she regained her balance. He hadn't even noticed her stumble in his excitement to board the plane that would return them to civilization. "How did we manage to score a private jet out of here?" He asked the group as he walked across the tarmac, his brown hair sweeping over his hazel eyes in the breeze.

 

[Ene Kagerou]

"I apologize, most of those were mine," She gave him a proud smile as Mayu stepped out of the car last, in a surprisingly plain dress compared to what she usually wore. She flipped her blonde hair off her shoulders, and began to pick up her pair of bags and pair of suitcases. "I can't wait till we actually get there. I hope the weather's nice there and hopefully we won't have fans chasing us out of the place." She followed everyone onto the plane and commented on his comment, "I fly in private jets all the time. Don't tell me this is your first time?" She continued walking until she sat down, easily making herself at home, playing on her phone.

 

[Lillybelle]

Lyric turned her attention to the Mayu boarding the private jet. A slight twinge of jealousy hit her. Mayu had an amazing life, she had fans, and talent. Lyric adjusted her bag and pulled some of the long bonde hair that had been trapped under the strap free. She glanced around the small town for the last time. It was nice there. Everyone had that sweet small town attitude and she never had to worry about a large crowd. A soft smile spread across her lips.


This was a great vacation. Almost a perfect one.


Her brown eyes gave on last look at Damien before they returned to the jet. That was pretty cool, there own private jet. She never rode on a private jet before. She could feel the excitement pooling inside of her as she happily skipped to towards they awaiting chariot. She found a nice seat and sat down. Oh these seats are so comfy. She thought as she leaned back and glanced out the window. She could not wait to get home. To see the friends she had left there and to call her mother. In the excitement of vacation Lyric had never thought of actually bringing a phone charger a mistake she felt more than foolish for making.

 

[Rafi]

Remy narrowed his eyes at Mayu, disliking her tone and how she took everything for granted. Of course he'd never been on a private jet before. He wasn't an internationally-recognized musician, who needed to get from city to city to play at concerts. The plane in front of them wasn't even a jet- it was a 50-year old turbo-propped plane that looked like it would crash as soon as it lifted off. He'd made joke when he said the plane was a private jet, after all.


Still he let it go, deciding instead to tease Mayu lightly about her fans. "Did you miss your fans on this vacation Mayu? I mean, you can't be totally dissapointed- you had two people ask for your autograph in the diner last weekend." He grinned at her, hoping she would take the bait.


He climbed into the aircraft after Mayu and Lyric. Noticing that they were both off in their own worlds, one lost in thoughts and the other lost in texts, he put an earbud in his left ear and let the melodies of Led Zepplin wash over him while they waited for Damien to get into the plane's cabin.

 

[Ene Kagerou]

Mayu easily caught the sarcasm in his tone, and it pissed her off a bit. She didn't like the fact that he could be so rude to her, when she had tried so hard to keep to herself over the vacation. , but then again maybe her comment wasn't as necessary as she had thought. "I actually enjoy a time without my fans, and I'm sorry if the way I said that sounded rude," Mayu sincerely said, putting her phone away and facing him, "I really am, and should probably stop doing that." In this moment, she actually did seem a bit mature and sincere, but soon tried to push the matter away as she went back to playing games on her phone.

 

[PeaceFu1]

"It's alright, no harm no foul cher." He said as he stood waving his hands dismissively. He gathered up the remaining bags, a suitcase filled with is close and necessities and a brown military backpack, stuffed full. He turned following them towards the plane and their awaiting pilot. Once they had their bags loaded he made his way onto the plane.


"We all set and ready to go?" He asked directing his question to Johnny as they boarded the plane taking a seat in the back compartment lifting the folding console so that he could take a seat. His backpack still strapped to his back.


"Everything is fine, it's going to be a few hour flight, but I'll see you kids back to Toronto safely." Said Johnny as he waited for the rest of them to board the plane before he shut the door and made his way to the cockpit. It was separated by only two curtains, though he did not close them before he took his seat.


"Excellent," replied Damien as he took his seat placing his backpack at his feet.