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| 24 Aug 2016 11:29 PM |
| A quiet 'bing' ######## through the cabin as the aircraft prepares to land. The Westjet 737 is just approaching Northridge International Airport, or ##### The quiet hum of the Rolls-Royce engines is satisfying. You stare mindlessly at the ####### placed at the end of the left wing, of which you are viewing through your window. The runway is now in sight. The 'Fasten Seatbelt' sign has been ###### ### which you obey by snapping the two seatbelt portions together. You are now strapped into your seat. The flight hasn't been a particularly bumpy ride, luckily. The whole airliner jolts as it touches down onto the runway, screeching across the ###### at high speeds. You watch the speedbrakes get applied from the window. The aircraft exits via a taxiway and parks at a small gate. You wait until it's your turn, and then get off in the single-file line. The terminal is revealed to you. You've already flown to Northridge many times in the past, so you're aware of where to go. |
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| 24 Aug 2016 11:30 PM |
Why, filter?
A quiet 'bing' eman.ates through the cabin as the aircraft prepares to land. The Westjet 737 is just approaching Northridge International Airport, or C.YNR. The quiet hum of the Rolls-Royce engines is satisfying. You stare mindlessly at the wing.let placed at the end of the left wing, of which you are viewing through your window. The runway is now in sight. The 'Fasten Seatbelt' sign has been tur.#######,####ch you obey by snapping the two seatbelt portions together. You are now strapped into your seat.
The flight hasn't been a particularly bumpy ride, luckily. The whole airliner jolts as it touches down onto the runway, screeching across the tar.mac at high speeds. You watch the speedbrakes get applied from the window. The aircraft exits via a taxiway and parks at a small gate. You wait until it's your turn, and then get off in the single-file line. The terminal is revealed to you. You've already flown to Northridge many times in the past, so you're aware of where to go. |
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| 24 Aug 2016 11:39 PM |
(Post had some hastags in it, just saying.)
I inhaled a big chunk of air, liking the feeling of being grounded. I get off the plane, and my mind switches gears. Fortunately, I'm actually well used to being here so I don't have to wonder about looking for directions. My feet lead the way; I mainly look to make sure I don't hit anyone. For this trip I had just packed a my briefcase and a small luggage bag. I soom picked them both up, and neared the exit for the airport. After I leave, I'll hunt for an uber and figure out what kind of incredible actually happened. |
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| 25 Aug 2016 10:22 AM |
(The second attempt to post has less hashtags. Read that one.)
It's a moderately small airport, so you find the exit quite quickly. You have the Uber app, so you call a driver and wait for about five minutes or so. Once the driver's there, you ask him to drive you straight to the Institution of Inoculation, an elegant building which stands out among the other financial buildings around. It's a bit of a long drive, though, so time to sit back and relax. |
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| 25 Aug 2016 10:52 AM |
| As I sit in the back of the Uber thoughts race my head. First, thoughts about Sarah and the kids surface. My family could be in danger if this is some sort of disease. This pushed me to figure what is actually going on. We neared the Institute and I exited the Uber once we reached the destination. My eyes dart around the campus, looking for an entryway. |
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| 25 Aug 2016 01:05 PM |
| As normal, a door resides right at the front of the main building. Posh stairs lead up to the old-timey wooden door, as well as a large clock hanging just above. You enter the building and walk down the main hall, making intricate turns through the large building. Your office should be near here. |
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| 25 Aug 2016 05:45 PM |
| The was familiar enough. I pressed my hands against the walls and walked to my office. Once I reach the room decorated with pictures of Sarah and I. Cameron graduating 1st grade. Lizzy and her boyfriend Nick. She put that in here when she came to visit once. I take a big and drop my bags. I look back at the room as I wall out and close the door behind me. Now where do I go, I ask myself. |
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| 25 Aug 2016 08:25 PM |
(sorry :P)
You know where to go quite well. You walk down hallway after hallway taking the shortest path to your office. After quite a bit of walking, you reach it. Now it's time to see what's going on here. You slowly push the door open... |
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| 25 Aug 2016 08:28 PM |
| (Also disregard my last post, I had wrote it at different times and had lost my track.) The walls were familiar enough to me. My shoes echoed ## ### ####### ## # walked to my room. Click clack click clack. It was actually quite soothing. ## # reach my office, # immediately drop my luggage and suitcase on the small, ### couch. # also take a sit myself. My eyes look around the office, focusing on pictures I had put in random places. Sarah and me at the beach before we had Lizzy. Cameron graduating the first grade with honor roll. Lizzy with her boyfriend Nick. Wait what? # stand up and walk to the picture I had seen. Ah... Lizzy had ### this here when we were here previously. Nick wasn't too bad, though, so # didn't really worry about. Not too much atleast. Finally, # exit the room. Now where do # go again, # ask myself. |
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| 25 Aug 2016 08:29 PM |
| To be honest, I can't actually read that last post... |
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| 25 Aug 2016 08:31 PM |
(Dang filter..)
Upon my gaze are dozens of computers and scientists. They mutter words to eachother, words I can't quite understand. I look around some more. Now where is the person that send me here... |
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| 25 Aug 2016 08:32 PM |
| (I don't know what to do about the filter, but you get the idea, right?) |
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| 25 Aug 2016 08:33 PM |
| (I guess. I'm a little busy right now though, so give me a sec.) |
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| 26 Aug 2016 03:16 PM |
| She is in your office, you presume. She asked you to meet her there, so it makes sense. You office is just nearby, and you know it. A little bit more walking and you'll reach it. Not long now. |
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| 26 Aug 2016 05:00 PM |
| I head out of the room I'm in and make my way to the lab. Soon I am just outside the door. I put my hand on the knob, and twist it to the right. The door opens with a creak. |
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