001: The Stowaway
May 21, 2019 16:17:33 GMT -5
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Post by Maurice Yensman on May 21, 2019 16:17:33 GMT -5
As Flight AF 1596 from Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris to Mohammed V Airport in Casablanca lands, everyone on board believes this is your normal flight. Everyone except for one man...
"FUCKING FUCK THAT HURT!"
The sound is not audible by anyone aboard this flight. Instead it comes muffled from beneath the passengers in the luggage compartment. The impact of landing caused the outburst, but from whom?
As the aircraft taxis to it's terminal destination, the grounds crew begins unloading the luggage from beneath the plane. One particular bag, marked 'HEAVY' is extra lumpy in shape. As a handler great in stature yanks it off the plane and drops it on the ground, he lets out an expletive of his own in his native tongue. The contents inside make no noise. We don't know what is in there... or shall we say... whom? The handler curiously looks at the bag and contemplates opening it to check its contents. He is stopped when a coworker yells at him to hurry up, so he kills his curiosity and rolls the bag onto the luggage truck to go up to the terminal.
As the aircraft taxis to it's terminal destination, the grounds crew begins unloading the luggage from beneath the plane. One particular bag, marked 'HEAVY' is extra lumpy in shape. As a handler great in stature yanks it off the plane and drops it on the ground, he lets out an expletive of his own in his native tongue. The contents inside make no noise. We don't know what is in there... or shall we say... whom? The handler curiously looks at the bag and contemplates opening it to check its contents. He is stopped when a coworker yells at him to hurry up, so he kills his curiosity and rolls the bag onto the luggage truck to go up to the terminal.
As the conveyor belt begins to turn in luggage claim, bags are slowly transported from the ground and into the terminal. Bag after bag is loaded until no more remain. Passengers of Flight AF 1596 begin to grab their luggage. Much to their surprise, a bag begins to rock itself on the conveyor belt and knocks itself onto the tiled floor of Mohammad V Airport. A few seconds later, the bag tears open and a man emerges... let's call it victoriously?
The crowd around gasps as this half-naked, unkempt man fights his way out of the bag and sprints barefoot through the terminal and out of the doors. The shock of the occasion freezes everybody, including airport security. The man runs down the road and out of sight before anyone can find him... well, ALMOST anyone.
A Valor cameraman, arriving on the same flight as this man, managed to follow him the entire way.
"Hey! Stop!" the cameraman exclaims. "Aren't you Maurice Y..."
The man stops in his tracks at the mere mention of his name. He turns around, breathing heavily, and starts to make his way towards the cameraman.
"Am I Maurice Yensman? Fucking right I am. How did you know that?" Maurice is just as shocked as anyone right now, but more so because he was able to pull off the stowaway of the century on multiple flights from San Francisco to Morocco.
"I'm with Valor Pro Wrestling. You know, your new employer?" The cameraman and Maurice are now standing face to face. Maurice pulls a cigarette out of his pocket along with a lighter. He sparks the lighter and takes a long first drag off of the cigarette. It had been hours since his last one... Maurice knows you can't smoke on an airplane.
"Oh. Is that the name of the place I signed with? I didn't even take a good look at the contract. In fact, I'm pretty sure I scribbled someone else's name out and wrote my own." He had. "Shit happens when you're homeless, bucko." It does.
"Well, welcome. I'd like to..."
Before the cameraman could finish, Maurice blows a billow of smoke into his face. "Can it, hombre. I do shit on my own. I'll figure it out."
The cameraman, hacking up a storm, brushes Maurice off as he walks away. Maurice smiles at himself. "This is gonna be fuckin' fun!"
As he walks down the street he looks down. "I better find myself a shirt," he decides. "And maybe some damn shoes" he follows up, noticing his feet are starting to bleed from the rough concrete.
As he walks down the street he looks down. "I better find myself a shirt," he decides. "And maybe some damn shoes" he follows up, noticing his feet are starting to bleed from the rough concrete.
What will happen next in the life of Maurice Yensman? Stay tuned.