Post by Zak Dante Cole on Sept 24, 2015 22:03:15 GMT -5
I SEARCH FOR YOUR TRACKS
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Yesterday was the full-moon and Zak spent all his day under his bed in the corner as he always did. The man was a small creature and so often took extreme measures. He made sure every door was closed and every window was shut, but accidents happened so he took extreme precaution. As he felt the moon start to set and the sun start to rise and that was the time that he came out of from under the bed and changed back to normal. He hated what he was... Zak wouldn't lie though, he would love it if he was something more bad-arsch. But no, Zak was stuck as a freaking meerkat. Of all things, he was a small little burrow-digging rodent. Sigh. He was just glad that the full moon didn't happen overseas in a place that he wasn't fully accustomed nor used to. That's right, Zak was taking a vacation this morning. He was going to France to snowboard and just enjoy himself for a week. He didn't know French but he knew just little bits and pieces of it. Hopefully it was enough to get by, but he doubt it. Nonetheless, he was going to a resort in the western part of France, in the Vanoise National Park or as what the French called it, the Parc National de la Vanoise. Zak had most of his bags packed. Three suitcases, one with his snowboarding equipment, and the other two with his normal stuff... And a carry-on that involved his laptop and some other necessities.
Finally laying on his bed, Zak rested there for about an hour; loving he cool feel of his pillow and mattress. His flight wasn't until ten in the morning and it was seven right now. Rolling out of bed, Zak took a quick shower and got dressed. Fixing himself up, Zak left his motel room suite and walked downstairs to the lobby to eat some breakfast at the local Cafe some blocks over. Ordering himself some cornbeef-hash and some bacon on the side, Zak ate up his last 'American' food for the week and went back to his motel room. Carrying his stuff down, he called a Taxi and when the Taxi arrived, he put the bags in the back and soon sat in the back and told the driver where to go, “East Orange airport, please.” Looking down at the tickets, Zak was super excited to go overseas once again, this time in a new area. Usually he went to China, Russia, or to Scandinavia for snowboarding, but he decided to go to France for a change of scenery. Arriving at the airport a quarter past eight, Zak paid the driver and wheeled his stuff inside. Signing in and handing the tickets over, he put his luggage in the metal-detector and walked through one. He was all clear to go and so his add-on and walked to Gate 13; to Lyon, France.
Ah, the waiting game. Zak stayed there for over an hour; eating some of the airport food that was defiantly over-priced. Once they said it was boarding time for his class, Zak walked outside and into the plane. Sitting by the window, Zak looked out and waited for about thirty more minutes before the attendant said to buckle up and that they were going to France. “About time. Sheesh.” The person in front of Zak snickered and that caused Zak to grin. At least someone else agreed. Pulling out and taking off, Zak was fascinated by the window; looking out and enjoying the sights before it went all blue and white. Hours passed and they stopped a few times and Zak finally fell asleep. Going ahead in time, the time-zones drastically changed and Zak decided to take a 'snoozer' for a bit. After some more hours, they arrived and the French words woke Zak up. Getting up and grabbing his add-on, Zak walked out and soon went inside the airport and waited for his luggage. Grabbing his bags, he got a wheeler and put his stuff on there and wheeled his stuff out. Waving down a Taxi, Zak put his stuff inside and sat in the back. “Parlez-vous anglais?” He asked the man, seeing him shake his head, Zak sighed. “Pouvez-vous m'aider? Ce lieu.” He said, trying to recall the French he knew and showed the man the hotel in Bron that he was staying in for the night until the morning.
The man nodded and soon drove off when the coast was clear. Zak stuck his head out of the window and looked at all the new architect and lights in the city. It was stunning and beautiful. Too bad he couldn't go to Paris. He;d love to visit the 'city of love' as they called it. After about an hour or so, they arrived at the hotel. “Merci.” Zak said, starting to unpack. When the man held out his hand, Zak dug into his pockets and pulled out some French money that he exchanged at the airport, “Maintenir Le changement.” Hoping he said it right the man nodded and smiled. Zak assumed he did. Seeing the man drive off, Zak hoisted the add-on backpack on his back and looked at the three bags he had before him. Great. No wheeler and he had three bags. Means two trips unless someone stole his crap. “Aye, yah. This would be so much easier if I had a friend.” But no one he knew would spend thousands of dollars to go to France. Oh well, more time to himself, he guessed. Figured as much.
OOC: Image to mwah, lyrics to Oomph!'s “On Course”.
