S-e-v-e-r-e {{chronic}} case of M U R D E R

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Mariana looked on the time board for the flights, relief flooding her features. So she wouldn't miss her flight... Leaning her suitcase again one of the many plastic chairs she looks around; just earlier she had been at her grandmothers funeral, and now she was on her way back home to Florida.

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He stood behind her, looking at his phone. He had a hand in his suit pants pocket, his hair falling into his eyes a bit.

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Pausing in her scan of the room, her eyes focus on him for a moment before she quickly looks away. A hot guy he may be, but a complete stranger.

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Ahead of them, an older man and attendant were getting into a heated discussion, to the point that the male called her a dirty b!tch.

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The blonde snorts a bit rolling her eyes as she checks her watch.

This was going to be an awfully long night... And the two ahead of her weren't making it any more enjoyable.

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"Excuse me," the male behind her spoke up to the two who were quarreling.

The infuriated male turned to him with blazing eyes.

"She's had a long night, and she wants you to get on your flight as much as you do. If you have a complaint, go to the customer service center. If not, I'm sure I can show you right where you can put your plane ticket." He spoke with a warm smile on his face, tone kind.

The male gaped and spluttered before huffing. "I don't need this type of service!" He turned and struggled through the line, receiving glares and cuss words in his wake.

The woman thanked him with a blush before walking back to the counter.

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Marina looks back at him, her eyes glowing underneath her eyelashes as she smiles a bit, "Good job, he was a total a**,"

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He chuckled. "It's my job."

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"Really now?" She hums thoughtfully, "Your job? That sounds pretty interesting,"

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"Oh believe me," he tilted his head a bit as if sharply popping his neck, a mysterious expression on his face, "it is."

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She blinks a few times before looking away, her lips slightly parting as she thinks, "Man," she laughs a bit, "I wish I loved my job as much as you apparently do,"

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He chuckled. "There's nothing lovely about it."

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"The few unlovely jobs I can think of are morticians the school janitor," her lips curl a bit, "you don't seem to be either."

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"Nah," he chuckled, "I'm in a very high position. Ah, you're turn." He gestured for her to step forward, the woman waiting for her to come up.

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"Hm? Oh," she slides her ticket and ID onto the desk as she steps forward, her dark eyes focusing back in her watch.

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Oct 6, 2013 19:40:00 GMT -5 Light said:

"Hm? Oh," she slides her ticket and ID onto the desk as she steps forward, her dark eyes focusing back in her watch.

Once checked in, people were finding their seats, some having mix-ups, others knowing each other quite well.

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Mariana slips through the crowded walkway heading for her seat as fast as possible. She hated being in closed spaces, and she lost count of how many times someone tried to cope a feel.

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He sat in the seat beside hers, taking the aisle one as he scanned through his book.

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