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nonmeaningful) wrote2016-02-27 06:53 pm
nonmeaningful) wrote2016-02-27 06:53 pm
most times, it's just a lot easier not to let the world know what's wrong.
[Shinji had no idea that jet lag could be so brutal. Flying alone, and for the first time at that, had been utterly terrifying until the fatigue set in. He tried to sleep all those many hours from Japan to Germany, but he couldn't sit still through the turbulence. He tried to zone out with music, but the droning hum of the engines intruded on everything. His ears are still popping painfully as he waits and wavers in the airport terminal, watching the other passengers file past him. The German phrase book they gave him doesn't help him to understand any of what's being said around here. Just what were they thinking, sending him to a far-off place like this? And so suddenly? He's more than a fish out of water... Germany's Berlin might as well be the surface of the moon for how he feels...
(It's his own fault.)
(He's the one who accepted a secondment to NERV-03.)
He slips a small notecard out of the phrase book. It has some instructions written on the front, just a time and a name, in legible handwriting. There's no questionable photo attached to it, for better or worse. Nothing to indicate what sort of person will be retrieving him. It's unpleasant to feel both wary and antsy; he just wants to get this over with and out of the way. Introductions have to be the very worst part of settling into a new place.
Ugh. Frowning to himself, he adjusts the strap on his backpack again.] Guten Tag, [he tries quietly.] Mein Name ist... Mein Name ist... [It doesn't help that his mouth feels like it's full of sand. He sighs and goes back to staring at the ever-shifting crowd. He doesn't know who he's looking for, or how his handler--K. NAGISA--is going to recognize him. At least the name suggests they'll be able to speak Japanese, preventing any gaffes for now.]
(It's his own fault.)
(He's the one who accepted a secondment to NERV-03.)
He slips a small notecard out of the phrase book. It has some instructions written on the front, just a time and a name, in legible handwriting. There's no questionable photo attached to it, for better or worse. Nothing to indicate what sort of person will be retrieving him. It's unpleasant to feel both wary and antsy; he just wants to get this over with and out of the way. Introductions have to be the very worst part of settling into a new place.
Ugh. Frowning to himself, he adjusts the strap on his backpack again.] Guten Tag, [he tries quietly.] Mein Name ist... Mein Name ist... [It doesn't help that his mouth feels like it's full of sand. He sighs and goes back to staring at the ever-shifting crowd. He doesn't know who he's looking for, or how his handler--K. NAGISA--is going to recognize him. At least the name suggests they'll be able to speak Japanese, preventing any gaffes for now.]