[h1][b][i][color=ec008c][center]José Bloomer[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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At: The airport, plane
Interacting with: Pilot, Mr Lewis
Date: 15th March[/center] 
(This post was completed with [@Lady Amalthea])
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José found herself sleep more than anything else on the plane, from the idea of what was to come she didn't get much sleep the night before. Then again she barely slept for long periods of time and often lived by with only a few short hours of sleep a night, however, she seemed to often slip in and out of land of sleep, often having a snack or a drink before falling asleep again for half an hour or so. 

There was only an hour left of the flight when José was convinced she was not going to fall asleep again in that flight and instead watched the clouds sail by out of her window as the plane flew past them with such ease. With a sigh she dug out her phone from her handbag, which was placed on the seat next to her, and pulled out a pair of simple black earphones. She connected her earphones to her phone and allowed music to stream into her ears. She tapped along to the beat on the arm of her chair as she hummed along with the music (although she did start singing at random moments without really noticing) while she continued to watch the window.

José watched as the buildings of the city below slowly come into view. Initially they were only clusters of concrete and brick despite the Eiffel Tower, it made a statement of it's position towering over the rest of the buildings. José couldn't help but hold her breath for slightly longer than natural as they descended closer to the concrete jungle. It was beautiful and, as well as that, it was Paris. She had wanted to go to France for years and, in a few short minutes, she would land on it's capital city. 

The planes of, what she assumed to be, the other winners taxied to a private hanger. Each fell in line. José only spotted one in front of her but was unsure if that meant she was second to arrive or if other planes had arrived earlier and left already. Thanking the pilot as her bid her farewell José shouldered her handbag and tugged at her leather jacket slightly as she descended the steps.

Down below was an older man next to a younger brown haired woman in front of a stretch limo. The older man, José identified him to be Mr Lewis, well-known for many achievements. [i]So he was the mystery man behind this. Makes sense, not many people could invest so much in so many people.[/i] The girl next, to him, José had seen her on that website. [i]She's the MMA fighter, right?[/i]

"Miss Bloomer! You prefer José right?" Mr. Lewis said extending his hand to hers to shake.

[color=ec008c]"Yeah,José,"[/color] She replies, gripping Mr Lewis' hand, the large smile stubbornly set on her face 

"Welcome to Paris, I do hope you don't mind taking a break from Outway Street for this little trip. Oh and let me introduce you to Miss McManus, heaviest hitting South Paw that side of the pond," he said with a charming smile. Before José could fit a word in the woman next to Mr Lewis, whom he had introduced as Miss McManus, had already started talking.

[color=82ca9d]"Nice to meet ya, love the hair,"[/color] she greeted José truthfully as she stood there, an excited smile playing on her lips, José was glad she wasn't the only one who couldn't help but wipe the smile from their face.

[color=ec008c]"Thanks,"[/color] José replies, running a hand through her hair. This would've been the point she would smile if she wasn't doing so so widely already. 

[color=82ca9d]"This is pretty radical isn't it?"[/color] Miss McManus continued. José racked her brain in an attempt to remember the girl's name. It was, most definitely, said on the video but José was never good with remembering names when she only met a person once or twice before, let alone see them in a video.

"Radical indeed Miss McManus, how what your flight José?" Came the voice of Mr Lewis, catching José slightly off-guard.

[color=ec008c]"Oh. It was quite comfortable, well at least comfortable enough to sleep without getting too sore."[/color] She replies, biting her bottom lip before saying, [color=ec008c]"Very fancy. A lot more luxurious than I'm used to truthfully, but it was nice."[/color]

It wasn't long before José's plane had left the hanger and another taxied in. Soon enough a bald man, whom José was sure she had seen a video of, descended the steps and made his way to the trio. 

[color=554300][b]"Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you all, i'm Joel,"[/b][/color] He greeted the three of them softly with a smile, giving a respectful nod to each one of them before placing his attention on Mr Lewis.

"And these two lovely ladies would be Miss McManus and Miss Bloomer," Mr. Lewis had said, motioning toward Claire and José. 

[color=ec008c]"Hey ya Joel,"[/color] José replies with a smile, extending her hand to shake, [color=ec008c]"Nice to meet the man behind the video,"[/color] Claire then greeted him, before asking if there was anywhere for a beer and a fight. José gave a slight chuckle as the other 3 conversed, leaving the trio to their own devices as she drummed on her leg softly with her fingers, her mind wandering slightly. She'd never been much of fighter, or a drinker for that matter and it was quite obvious Joel and Claire would become fast friends. She silently prayed that they'd be at least someone she'd get along with well enough that she wouldn't be that awkward person in the corner.