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Post by Roy O'Garou on Apr 3, 2005 2:57:49 GMT
Dublin International Airport is conveniently located just to the North of Dublin city centre. It is situated near the M50 and M1 motorways. You can easily get to and from the airport by car, bus or taxi. There are also train stations nearby.
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 6, 2006 20:08:17 GMT
Getting off the plane, and into the airport terminal she gave the air a quick sniff. Damn...even smelled like Leprechauns already she thought. Shaking her head she headed for the baggage claim area. She still wasn't sure why she was here...but when Old Man Manyskins tell you to go...you go. Besides, her rear end still smarted every time she thought about the last, and only time, she tried to refuse. Ah well, the last time had turned into a fairly grand adventure, and Luna and Coyote will this one would too. Getting her luggage, she made her way through the various check points, showing her passport, and everything else, until she was finally standing outside the terminal. Hailing a cab, she got in and headed to wards the city, and a hotel.
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Post by TC on May 2, 2006 6:03:59 GMT
Walking out of the terminal he looks around Now where to he looks at the monkeys rushing past him and snorts, and walks down the road towards the railway station
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Come Into The Darkness, I'll Show You What It's Made Of.
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Post by Naheta on May 26, 2006 18:03:51 GMT
And here i am, surrounded by millions and yet somehow i still feel very alone. Will i ever find my place within this world? She closed her journal and stuffed it in her backpack along with the black tipped pen. Taking a look around she shuffled the backpack up on one shoulder. It wasn't that she was lost, she just had no real direction. She took one more look around before leaving the airport, called a taxi and headed into the city, the unknown.
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Post by Michael Jones on Dec 16, 2006 9:31:28 GMT
The plane touched the ground after a short flight. After what seemed to be an eternity on the runway and baggage claims, he quickly passed the customs - Thank Gaia for the EU, for once - and made his way out into the arrivals hall. A middle-aged woman with a handwritten sign saying "Michael Jones" was standing among the crowd waiting for the arrivals - that had to be the Kinfolk that 'Rainmaker' had arranged him to live with. "You must be Mrs. Rourden?" he asked. She smiled warmly "Just call me 'Margaret', lad. Brian meant to be here, too, but he had to work. You'll meet him later, at home. Car is outside." Michael took a deep breath, almost expecting even the air to smell different here. With a sigh, he followed Margaret to the car, while his earphones played "Hotel California" 'You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave'(next post here)
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