[center][h1][color=khaki]Alex[/color][/h1] 
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Alex sat on the plane, smacking the letter from Oskar on her palm absent-mindedly. It'd taken some work to convince her manager to let her leave New York, but she felt this was well worth it. Besides... her career was pretty much over with anyway. They would just call this an extended break that would soon turn into a permanent break. Simple, really.

Besides, if she didn't go on this, she wouldn't be an idol much longer regardless. Oskar's letter was essentially her career's death sentence, not that she minded. 

She was dressed casually, as casually as a former star could. Her dress was the street style of South Korea, kahki skinny jeans, a loose fitting v-neck grey sweater, and red sneakers. She sighed as the woman near her seat stared at her. Because a female with a typical male style of dress was so odd. Alex rolled her eyes and decided it was in her best interest to stare out of the airplane's window. She'd requested the window seat and enjoyed watching the ground below them fly by. It wasn't often that she felt like a small insignificant thing. 

She lifted her hand to run it through her short, thin brown hair. What did "Oskar The Undying" want with her anyway? And what was with the name? He still went with that?

[i]Let's just tell the entire world that I'm an Immortal. No biggie.[/i]

[i]Not to mention Mr. Obvious is the one threatening to reveal me.[/i]

Alex chuckled, a short huff of a laugh, more like a snort than anything. She let out a short breath and closed her eyes, wishing she had the ability to teleport rather than live a really really long time. She wasn't really the most patient of sorts even though she really should be. She also wasn't one for keeping herself armed besides the small knife hidden in her bag. She'd lived long enough to know how to get away with a few things, after all. Which made it all the harder to keep herself from punching the woman next to her's face in. 

[color=khaki]"Stop staring at me, lousy bitch."[/color] She barked at the woman, fed up with her glances and mumbling. [color=khaki]"I'm right fucking next to you and can hear every damn word you say so you don't need to whisper."[/color]

The elder woman recoiled in fear before her expression turned into that of hatred. Without another word, the woman raised her hand and called one of the hostess over. 

[b]"I'd like to be moved to another seat. This young woman is incredibly rude."[/b] She explained, holding her nose out like Alex stank.

Alex snorted once again, bursting out into laughter. Everyone on the plane turned to look at the commotion and the hostess gave her a strange look. 

[color=khaki]"I think that's my line, lady."[/color] Alex began, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. She turned to look at the hostess, [color=khaki]"Excuse me, miss..."[/color] Alex glanced at the name tag, [color=khaki]"Colwell... My name is Alexandra Walters, grand-daughter of Gregory Walters. I'd like to request to be moved to first class. Preferably in a seat by myself. It seems I can't trust strangers to be respectful and kind anymore."[/color] 

The hostess bowed and walked on to find a new seat for Alex and as she did, Alex turned to look at the woman, a smirk on her face. [color=khaki]"Yeah, watch who you mess with, bitch. Have fun in 3rd class."[/color] She told her as the hostess came back to retrieve Alex who spent the rest of the ride in peace.

That is... until they touched down. While Alex was walking around, looking for Oskar who she could only assume would look horribly out of place in an airport, she was approached by a rather large man who stopped in front of her and stared down. 

Alex stopped, staring at the man's chest before slowly looking up at his face, her brow raised at him. [color=khaki]"Can I help you?"[/color] She asked, her brow still raised.

[b]"Apologize."[/b] He grunted.

[i]Obviously he's more brawn than brain...[/i]

[color=khaki]"As I've just met you, I don't think I have anything to apologize for."[/color] Alex responded, stepping to the side. Behind the large man was the older woman from before who now had her arms crossed. Alex raised a brow yet again and glanced from man to woman. She pointed to the woman and looked up at the man. [color=khaki]"She yours?"[/color] Alex asked, prompting a glare from the man. 

[b]"Apologize."[/b] He grunted again. Alex snorted once again and smiled at him. 

[color=khaki]"Make me, Tiny."[/color] She told him, stepping up to him, her chest barely inches away from him, her glare staring daggers into his. [color=khaki]"I know about 50 different ways I could paralysis you right now and then what would you be? A hunk of meat with no brain. You wouldn't want that would you, Tiny?"[/color] She whispered, smirking at him.

She hadn't expected the dumbass to actually hit her until she felt the slap and her body suddenly falling back as she flew across the large hall and into something soft. She blinked, looking up to see a rather large scandinavian man. [color=khaki]"Oh... Hi Oskar."[/color] She greeted him, making quick waving motions. She looked down to see the woman's son ([i]I mean, what else could he have been? Her boyfriend? Heh, fat chance... Literally... fat chance. Woman probably weighs like 300.[/i]) who was staring at Oskar who was more than likely staring back.

As usual, friends were nice.