Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151107020221/@comment-13593058-20151129030128

"Now Boarding - Flight 187 - To: ATLUS" a stoic voice of a women rang out from a P.A. system.

The announcment jerked Alice out of her daze from her long bench seat. She was promptly greeted by the constant humming of a crowd and the shuffling of carpets. Instinctively, she waved her right arm heavily and felt around the seat beside her until stumbling upon a titanium briefcase reinforced with lustrous metal on its corners and edges. The case was accompanied by a cheap plastic handle and two clasps attached to its side. She let out a sigh of relief to the presence of the the briefcase and began looking around.

An airship docking terminal, a room in pure white, dressed in a simplicitic grey carpet with metal waiting benches and large translucent panes of glass with which to display the greatest feats of engineering. The airships seemed almost godlike in their state as they waited to depart. Around the terminal were various help desks, small coffee shops and  souvenir shops, all of which were always constantly filled with tourists or important suit wearing individuals.

"Now Boarding - Flight 187 - To: ATLUS" the announcment was made again.

She picked herself off of her seat and stretched for a few seconds before retrieving her luggage, the briefcase, and began walking towards one of the loading gates. Her attire, a buttoned up snow-white trench coat trimmed in blue, and exotic appearance, exessively long hair tied into one flwoing ponytail, garnered much attention as she passed several individuals and entered the loading line.

Suddenly, a deep male voice called out to her, "Miss... Memories was it?" he spoke triggering Alice to turn around. She was greeted by a hulking man. He was'mt much taller than her but his wider frame suggested a muscled body. The man had dark skin and equally dark eyes as well as a slight afro. He was dressed in a crips white suit with a grey dress shirt and a black tie. It took around two to three seconds for Alice to take in all that information.

"Memories," she retorted, "Memories is just fine." She then burshed her bangs in front of her own eyes, blocking all forms of eye contact with the man.

"Here," the man stated as he shoved a cumbersome black box onto her, "For mist'ah Barnes."

Alice hestiated for a while before accepting the parcel. She found it qutie strange for her job to start so early.

"Ah I must tell you, the contents of that box are rather sensi-"

"I have no business in other people's affairs;" Alice interrupted him, "if you feel the need to inform me of some policy within the task at hand you should have hired a courier."

"Right, of course." the man apologized.

With another look, Alice disappeared into the hull of the ship.