Recolle Sample
Jan. 31st, 2017 09:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
herdingspacecats We are now making our final descent. Please put your tray tables up and your chairs locked in the upright position.
Shiro takes a deep breath, opening his eyes and glancing around the large, crammed cabin of the plane. He was almost there, so close he could nearly taste it. They had crossed into American air space a few hours previous, and he was alive with nerves, his stomach clenching uncomfortably. Maybe he shouldn't have turned down those free crackers a few hours ago, but the turbulence then had been so bad he wasn't sure if he could have kept them down.
He's proud of himself for making this flight. Hell, even being in a crowded airplane is an accomplishment after everything he's been through. Shiro licks his lips, glad at least that he'd managed to snag a window seat. It looks beautiful down there, exotic and inviting. It's strange seeing so much flat land, even after his time overseas in the military. Japan is all mountains, millions of people crammed into the limited habitable land. But America looks so open.
Everything is going to change now, he reminds himself. It's time to get out, to move on with his life and to make something of himself. The only thing holding him back is himself, and he's ready to start over. He isn't going to let his injury keep him from doing what he wanted. He isn't going to let what had happened to him define who he had to be now. Shiro is forging his own destiny, as frightening and new as it is.
The wheels of the airplane hit the blacktop hard, causing the whole thing to jump before coming back down again. The noise is incredible, and Shiro grimaces until it's over. Back on solid ground...That's a relief.
Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Voltron Air, I'd like to be the first to welcome you to America. Thank you for flying with us, and we hope to see you again soon.
The airport is crowded and busy, and all the signs in English are a little disorienting at first. Shiro has to step back and lean against a wall, closing his eyes and taking slow, deep breaths. Once his racing heart has calmed, it's over to baggage claim.
This is really happening. Tonight he'll settle into his apartment, and next week he'll meet with a breeder to talk about a litter of puppies that's just about old enough for adoption. His therapist has strongly recommended he think about getting a trained service animal to help with his PTSD, and Shiro's always wanted a dog. There was never room back home, not with so many people crammed into one small house.
Once outside, he can see the city not far from here, the skyscrapers gleaming in the sunlight. Shiro manages to flag down a taxi.
"Yes, hello. Take me to Recolle, please."
It's time to meet his future head-on.
Shiro takes a deep breath, opening his eyes and glancing around the large, crammed cabin of the plane. He was almost there, so close he could nearly taste it. They had crossed into American air space a few hours previous, and he was alive with nerves, his stomach clenching uncomfortably. Maybe he shouldn't have turned down those free crackers a few hours ago, but the turbulence then had been so bad he wasn't sure if he could have kept them down.
He's proud of himself for making this flight. Hell, even being in a crowded airplane is an accomplishment after everything he's been through. Shiro licks his lips, glad at least that he'd managed to snag a window seat. It looks beautiful down there, exotic and inviting. It's strange seeing so much flat land, even after his time overseas in the military. Japan is all mountains, millions of people crammed into the limited habitable land. But America looks so open.
Everything is going to change now, he reminds himself. It's time to get out, to move on with his life and to make something of himself. The only thing holding him back is himself, and he's ready to start over. He isn't going to let his injury keep him from doing what he wanted. He isn't going to let what had happened to him define who he had to be now. Shiro is forging his own destiny, as frightening and new as it is.
The wheels of the airplane hit the blacktop hard, causing the whole thing to jump before coming back down again. The noise is incredible, and Shiro grimaces until it's over. Back on solid ground...That's a relief.
Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Voltron Air, I'd like to be the first to welcome you to America. Thank you for flying with us, and we hope to see you again soon.
The airport is crowded and busy, and all the signs in English are a little disorienting at first. Shiro has to step back and lean against a wall, closing his eyes and taking slow, deep breaths. Once his racing heart has calmed, it's over to baggage claim.
This is really happening. Tonight he'll settle into his apartment, and next week he'll meet with a breeder to talk about a litter of puppies that's just about old enough for adoption. His therapist has strongly recommended he think about getting a trained service animal to help with his PTSD, and Shiro's always wanted a dog. There was never room back home, not with so many people crammed into one small house.
Once outside, he can see the city not far from here, the skyscrapers gleaming in the sunlight. Shiro manages to flag down a taxi.
"Yes, hello. Take me to Recolle, please."
It's time to meet his future head-on.
