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Thomas allowed himself a groan of relief as he stood at the baggage carousel, waiting for his bags to arrive. The show had at least sprung for first class accommodations, but folding a six-foot-plus frame into a two and a half feet square space was still uncomfortable as hell. He stretched again, feeling something in his spine pop, and clamped his lips together tightly after a little blonde eyed him and began scooting closer.
'Easy there,' he thought to his Hunger. 'Not here in the airport. Last thing we need is to get arrested for public indecency before the show can spring us out of trouble.' The thirsting demon within him lashed against its mental cage, but Thomas held firm, easing himself closer to the carousel (and away from the luscious little doe) for good measure.
He eyed the plate glass wall as the carousel began to spin. The last rays of sunlight were fading from the sky, but his transportation wouldn't arrive for another couple hours. Figures the show would try to cut corners by carpooling their contestants after springing for first class. Thomas noticed his bags coming towards him, sleek chic things from some sinfully expensive French designer, and reached for them, glancing around the gathering crowds. He wondered idly if any of them could be fellow contestants, and whether he'd notice them even if they were. His bags finally reached him and Thomas hauled them up before moving over to the row of chairs in the middle of the baggage claim.
He was going to have plenty of time to kill. Best thing to do would be to sit, people watch, and hope he doesn't end up catching the eye of any young, virginal missionaries (again).
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'Easy there,' he thought to his Hunger. 'Not here in the airport. Last thing we need is to get arrested for public indecency before the show can spring us out of trouble.' The thirsting demon within him lashed against its mental cage, but Thomas held firm, easing himself closer to the carousel (and away from the luscious little doe) for good measure.
He eyed the plate glass wall as the carousel began to spin. The last rays of sunlight were fading from the sky, but his transportation wouldn't arrive for another couple hours. Figures the show would try to cut corners by carpooling their contestants after springing for first class. Thomas noticed his bags coming towards him, sleek chic things from some sinfully expensive French designer, and reached for them, glancing around the gathering crowds. He wondered idly if any of them could be fellow contestants, and whether he'd notice them even if they were. His bags finally reached him and Thomas hauled them up before moving over to the row of chairs in the middle of the baggage claim.
He was going to have plenty of time to kill. Best thing to do would be to sit, people watch, and hope he doesn't end up catching the eye of any young, virginal missionaries (again).
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