⎝ DAY 4┊3/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊JUNE 18TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊TRAIN / TRUCK ⎞ ⎝ MOOD┊BRYAN SMASH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊NOTHING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞ The truck had stopped after Bryan thought they were going to crash, and they were all coughing by the time it had. Bryan didn't know why, but it was slowly getting worst and his chest was starting to hurt. He heard the commotion inside and hopped out of the back, stumbling around to the driver's side to see what the deal was. When he came around, the door was closed, but he peeked inside to see - HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK . . . Was that Noëlle?!Her face was being pressed against the steering wheel and it looked like someone was . . . DAVID. Not today, motherfucker. Not his sister. Flashes of images from the past five years went through his mind and he growled, feral, angry, and ready to beat down. Bryan threw open the car door, catching David off guard, and with all the strength he could muster, he grabbed the drunken man by the collar, and this was reminiscent of other drunken nights back home. Bryan was all angry and no sympathy now. Not when this son of a bitch attacked his sister. After dragging the man out of the car, he coughed a few more times, it hurting more. He slammed the car door shut moments later so that none of that weird mist could get in, and he lugged David up, who began to roar at Bryan and shoved him against the now-closed truck door. Bryan grunted in pain, "TELL SOMEONE TO GET MY SISTER AND START THE TRUCK TO BACK UP! JULIUS! YOU DO IT!" he shouted, feeling incoherent. "Oh, NO YOU DON'T!" David growled at him and started to charge a Bryan, throwing a punch that grazed Bryan in the cheek. He bit the inside of his mouth to dull the larger pain. David was swinging like the drunk he was and after a few, Bryan barely picked up on the erratic pattern and started to dodge. He jumped back, guiding David away from the mist, coughing all the while and it detering his person and his sight for a long moment. David swung again and Bryan ducked, going in for his first punch, and undercut that nailed him square in the stomach. But David was resilient and only stumbled back, charging at him once more, and Bryan ran backwards, wheezing heavily from the strange mist. They seemed to be away from it now, but he wasn't sure. Had the truck moved back, too? He wasn't paying attention. David landed a hit on his shoulder and he winced, but returned the punch with his own, landing straight on David's chin. He was faster, stronger, and more nimble than the drunk. Crap, what am I supposed to do? he thought in a bit of a panic, dodging the other man.
◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ⌠ DAY 4 │ 3/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ JUNE 18TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ VARIOUS ⌡ ⌠ MOOD │ INTERESTED / UH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ 39% = NOËLLE / 10% = SOPHIE ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC ⌡ ⌠ OOC │ . . . ⌡ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ After making sure that Noëlle listened to his warning, he went back to Sophie and engaged her lightly throughout the rest of the trip. The train ride was smooth and Bryan's games kept him from going crazy. Everything seemed okay until they got to the truck ride. A truck ride with a drunken driver. Quentin hated alcohol. It brought out the worst in everyone and made them more predictable as well as uncoordinated. The counselors say to go, so I'll go, but I won't like it. He looked at this David with derision as he walked toward the vehicle. He wasn't worried about himself, but his girls would be riding too. Ah, well. Best not to stress. Go with the flow. He turned toward Sophie and was calmed by her apathetic expression. She isn't worried. Noëlle was inside the truck, but . . . He climbed into the back with Sophie instead. This is a good time to talk. She looked as calm as usual, but that was more apathy than anything. She was attractive in an elusive way that was very different from Noëlle, but she was every bit as mesmerizing. Especially when she was interacting with others. He had seen her talking to a girl earlier, and she had looked positively radiant. He wondered what made her shine. I am going to need two potions. He smiled and chuckled inwardly. I don't even know if they work yet. He stared at her as he thought of something to ask. "Why do you like people?" Sophie looked at him with curiosity and kept quiet for a few moments, seeming to think. Quentin wondered how her mind functioned, what kind of thought process she had when she was thinking of things. More time passed and he let out a cough. Hmm, his throat was starting to feel a bit scratchy. He coughed again, and then again. Eventually, Sophie was watching him. "What's wrong with you?" she asked bluntly, but he leaned over the side of the truck a little, just in case he might vomit. Then he saw it. This eerie mist that covered the ground and his eyes widened, him coughing some more. What was this stuff? Quentin quickly pulled back and then knocked on the back window, one of the ones inside opening it. "Stop the truck." he asked over the rumbling, "There's -" Coughing. " - some weird mist. On the ground." Some of the others had started to cough too. "C - Could you stop the truck and let us in, p - please?" He could barely string that sentence together.
⎝ DAY 4┊3/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊JUNE 18TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊TRAIN / TRUCK ⎞ ⎝ MOOD┊CAUTIOUS ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊NOTHING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞ Bryan spend their waiting time talking to the others and making up games for the people who didn't take naps to play. Being a camper for a long time had him learn a lot of things to kill time without technology, and he got through the wait just fine. After the train ride, he was disappointed to find that they weren't actually back home, and that they would have to take yet another mode of transportation to get to Fortissimo. With a man who seemed drunk. Wonderful. Since only so many people could fit inside the cabin, Bryan gave up his spot for someone else to huddle into the back with the others. It was definitely chilly, but with them all piled together, they would probably be alright. Bryan was glad knowing that Noëlle would be warm inside the truck's cabin and he wouldn't have to worry about her. Climbing into the back of the pickup, Bryan went into the corner and Sophie and Quentin came up, sitting in the other corner, talking in hushed tones.
⎝ DAY 4┊3/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊JUNE 18TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊CANDY SHOP F1 / STATION ⎞ ⎝ MOOD┊CAUTIOUS ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊NOTHING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞ There had been a brief moment of awkward silence before Bryan got any answer, and it was from Erik, who was trying to be patient. He listened to him talk and explain why they thought things were off and just generally suspicious. Okay, so Bryan wasn't as perceptive as others when it came to things like this, and he wasn't that great at piecing things together . . . He felt bad. Come to think of it, everything Erik had mentioned, Bryan had noticed, but he didn't pay them a second thought because he had come up with other solutions to the issues. He couldn't have imagined that maybe something bad had happened in place of his make-light. Before he could reply to Erik, a couple and a child entered the shop and Bryan looked over at them. The woman glared at him and he looked down at the ground. Okay, so maybe there were some things going on. The little girl didn't seem to match the set of her parents (?). As things progressed from there, Bryan tried to see what the others were talking about. The woman glared, the little girl stared, and the man talked with the trolley man in hushed tones. That was a little weird. Bryan shook his head, not knowing what to think. Tucker had gone to talk to the little girl, and he watched. He couldn't tell what they were saying, but then the woman came along, looked angry, and dragged the little girl away. Wonder what that was about. Soon, Tucker came back to them, a panicked look on his face and Bryan frowned. He held out his hand and was showing the others a crude drawing on the back of a receipt. The drawing was . . . He saw a fire, water with dead (?) people, a train, and a truck. Below was a sign with 'REST', and then a bloodied knife. The drawing gave him a bad feeling, and Tucker only added on to it. "Out. Out now. We have to get out. Everyone. Out." The others were right. A shiver ran down his spine, and then he told the others he would tell the trolley man. "Excuse me," he said, when approaching him, "We'd like to go to catch our train now. Will you take us there?" "Your train? It won't be here until about 4:30 . . . Would you like to go somewhere else or wait at the station?" Bryan glanced over his shoulders at the others who were looking expectantly at him. If things were as bad as they said they were . . . "To the station. We can wait for our train." he replied, feeling confident. He quickly returned to the group and they rounded up all of the campers ( it had taken a while ) and then quickly ushered their group out of the shop and into the trolley. On the ride to the station, Bryan picked out all the little things that he was missing while sitting next to his sister. Now that the others had mentioned it, how could he have overlooked stuff? He felt bad about it. Looking around the trolley at everyone, he did a headcount. Good they were all there. The arrived at the station and filed out of the trolleys, "Alright guys," Bryan said, "Our train won't be here for a few hours, but kill time however you want. Stay in sight, don't leave the group. Don't leave the station, and all that good stuff. Please." He finished that last bit a little desperately, and then sunk into a bench, sighing and running his fingers through his hair.
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ CALM ✖ DAY 1 ※ 1/5 ✖ DATE ※ 09/22/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ JOGGING, PARIS, FRANCE [/url]Breathe in. Breathe out. Breath in. Breathe out. In the early hours of the morning, a girl ran through the backstreets of Paris, breathing in and out, feeling completely at peace as her headphones jiggled around her neck without a second thought. Her older brother had taught her this kind of running. He used to be a marathon runner, so he knew all about pacing and breathing. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breath in. Breathe out. The running kept her calm, focused, and it was good for her, too. Even her dad endorsed it, which was kind of weird. Not only did it let her stay in shape, but it also pretty much prepped her for her days, which were usually long and filled with idiots and people who just pissed her off. One of the things that kept her going was that this was her final year of schooling, and then she wouldn't have to do it anymore. She was sick of school, and sick of the people in school. Sure there had been a select person here or there that didn't get her fist in their face or her knee in their crotch, but those were special people. Well, special person. But most of the others were just . . . Ugh. The catch about hating people was this: If she wanted to take over the family café after her dad passed, then she would have to learn to deal with them. Her brother used to say that she would grow out of it, that everyone grinding on her last nerve all the time would pass. It hadn't, and she wondered if she hadn't hit puberty yet. Breathe in. Breathe out. Breath in. Breathe out. Today wouldn't be so bad, she told herself -- hey, at least she was trying to be the optimist, even though she hated optimists. She could deal. She did every day. Some days were worse than others. But today hadn't happened yet, to hey. She came to the end of her half-hour jogging route, right by today's fountain ( Fontaine de l'Observatoire ) and then fished a solid silver coin from her shorts. One silver dollar, from the Americas. she thought to herself, and then kissed the tails side, like always, and flipped it into the water. Looking up at the sky, what breath she had kept was seeping into her now and she felt relaxed, staring up into the pale morning sky. ❝Mickey!❞ called a voice, and the moment was over. 'Mickey' looked over her shoulder and saw a girl in running clothes coming towards her. She smiled. ❝C'mon, we should go get ready for school now, Mickey.❞ the girl told her, and then the two of them began their journey back to the shop.
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⎝ DAY 4┊3/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊JUNE 18TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊CANDY SHOP F1 ⎞ ⎝ MOOD┊CONFUSED / EMBARRASSED ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊NOTHING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊AHAHA. YOU'RE AN IDIOT. ⎞ "Are you serious?" Bryan openly flinched at the harsh sound of Tucker's voice, and his face immediately turned red with embarrassment. Was there something he'd missed? He backtracked on everything that had happened since they arrived -- nothing out of the ordinary; everyone had been nice and accommodating . . . "Sorry." Bryan averted his eyes to the ground, his face still red with embarrassment and confusion. He didn't get it. Was there something the others were seeing that he didn't? He pressed his hands against his legs in his pockets, trying to think of what he missed on their stay . . . He couldn't think of anything. Tucker started again and Bryan twitched in panic, thinking he was going to be yelled at again. ". . . we don't know who these guys are - . . . ." These guys saved our lives. ". . . what if they're not so nice after all? What if . . ." What reason would they have to be mean to us? They don't even know us -- and we didn't do anything to them . . . ". . . lure us into somewhere . . . into their trap . . ." Bryan frowned. This sounded . . . paranoid. Overly. He didn't know what to say. Maybe the others had a different experience in Bentley than he did. Maybe Noëlle did, too? ". . . but with all that's happening, and the honest-to-good bad feeling in my gut, we have to think about the kids . . ." "What's all happened?" Bryan asked, genuinely innocent and confused. "Alright now, let's not be getting too worked up now," Julius said, and Bryan looked at the older man, feeling a little better. "You're right to say that things must be . . . fishy . . . but still, we have to think about out current situation and the future if we wish to get these kids home." Of course Bryan wanted to get the kids home. "Um - " he tried, but then Julius went on. "Er - " No dice. "B - But - " Still no room for him to talk. Bryan sighed, tried to take a deep breath. "Excuse me!" he said loudly, getting his room to talk. The group was quiet now, and his face was red again. "S - Sorry . . ." he started with a mumble and then gained his footing, "I don't know what's going on here that's so . . . bad. Will one of you explain it to me because we must be staying in two different places the way you're talking now. I just . . . Please?"
⎝ DAY 4┊2/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊JUNE 18TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊CANDY SHOP F1 ⎞⎝ MOOD┊CONFUSED ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊NOTHING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞Julius joined them, and their makeshift counselor meeting began. Bryan didn't know what this was about, actually. Was something wrong? Everything seemed to be okay . . . Except for, you know, the camp going up in flames, their ferry sinking, and being a long ways from home. "Perfect timing." Erik said, "We were actually just waiting on you. Now that everyone is here, we can actually get started. We need to figure out what to do. I don't trust all this hospitality and Tucker agrees with me." Bryan looked over at Tucker and frowned, a confused look on his face. The way Erik had said 'hospitality' sounded . . . off. He shook his head. "I don't see what's wrong with them being nice to us . . ." he mumbled, mostly to himself, "But what do you want to do? Our train'll be here, soon, and then we'll be on our way home. It's not like we'll be stuck here, right?" That was kind of a scary thought.
⎛ DAY 4 ‖ 2/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ JUNE 18TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ CURIOUS ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ AMUSED ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ !! = PIERCE ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠ ❝ ＳＯＭＥＴＨＩＮＧ ＷＩＣＫＥＤ ＴＨＩＳ ＷＡＹ ＣＯＭＥＳ. ❞ "Thanks, Sophie." Pierce replied, and her stuttering wasn't present. Sophie wondered if it was just something she did around boys ( by that, Pierce was heterosexual, then ) or simply around Adrian ( Which would mean she liked him or he rubbed her the wrong way. The spent a bit of time together these last two or three days, so Sophie was leaning towards the second option, and that annoyed her. ). "No need to thank me." Sophie said, being genuine. "I dislike to see people cry." She watched the other girl rub her knees and palms and a dull pain started in Sophie's wrists. She surprised the urge to massage them and listened. "That was -- it was -- I don't know . . ." Pierce tried, and Sophie raised an eyebrow. "Something weird happened, and I freaked out." She looked at Sophie, "I didn't hurt you, when I ran by, did I?" "Oh, so you had been paying attention." Sophie said, but not in a mean way. She was interested in what freaked her out. She had been with Adrian before, so it had something to do with him, for sure -- but what? Maybe he was a sort of sex maniac? Or just some weirdo. Or his pathetic person could have driven Pierce off. "So what freaked you out?" she wondered, bluntly.
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⎛ DAY 4 ‖ 2/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ JUNE 18TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ WARY / AMUSED ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ CONCERNED / AMUSED ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ !! = PIERCE ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ . . . ⎠ ❝ ＳＯＭＥＴＨＩＮＧ ＷＩＣＫＥＤ ＴＨＩＳ ＷＡＹ ＣＯＭＥＳ. ❞ Sophie had a little bit of a hard time admitting that she had a bit of trouble avoiding tasting any of the candy. The ridiculously strong scent of the shop was getting to her, and she decided she needed fresh air. Before she could reach the staircase going down, though, someone else ran past her and down it. Subtly stumbling back, she peered down the stairs to see who had almost knocked her over and was ready to wring their neck out for not having the common courtesy to watch where they were going. When she saw a mess of brown hair and pale skin, she looked surprised. Sophie casually trotted down the stairs until she reached the girl and then bent down to meet her. "Trouble in puppy love paradise?" she asked, obviously referring to her and Adrian. "That's alright, I think he's an idiot anyway." Sophie grabbed Pierce's arm and pulled her up, "Get up, you're a mess. Quit crying. Are you hurt?" she asked with a bit of care, observing the other girl's knees and hands. They looked red from the fall and Sophie clicked her tongue. "You should be more careful." she chided, grabbing her hand again and then sitting her over on a bench. "I'm not medical expert, but I think I might have something . . . You're not bleeding, so that's good." she observed, then pulling up to sit next to her. Sophie reached into her back and dropped a dried up hankie in the other girl's lap. She didn't even know how that damned thing survived the ferry sinking. "You're going to alert the others if you keep crying. Unless . . . you want the attention."
⎝ DAY 4┊2/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊JUNE 18TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊CANDY SHOP ⎞⎝ MOOD┊CURIOUS ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊NOTHING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊. . . ⎞ Bryan didn't know if they were allowed to touch any of the candy or not, but the smell of the shop really was getting to him and making him a little dizzy. Maybe this wasn't a good place to stay in for long. Still, he had to admit, some of this stuff looked pretty good. As he was looking around with Noëlle, he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked over in surprise, seeing Erik stare at him expectantly. "Oh, hey," he greeted with a smile. "Hey newbie. Ya' mind meeting now? We kinda need to talk." he asked, and Bryan cocked his head to the side. "I wish you wouldn't call me that," he said with a frown, but complied to go anyway, wondering if something was up, "I'll be back," he told his sister, and followed Erik back to Tucker. "Hey there," he greeted, "What's this about?"
◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ⌠ DAY 4 │ 2/4 ⌡ ◆ ⌠ DATE │ JUNE 18TH ⌡ ◇ ⌠ LOCATION │ CANDY STORE ⌡ ⌠ MOOD │ CAUTIOUS ⌡ ◇ ⌠ ❤ │ 39% = NOËLLE / 7% = SOPHIE ⌡ ◆ ⌠ MUSIC !! ⌡ ⌠ OOC │ . . . ⌡ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ Quentin shivered as he entered the candy shop. He didn't like it. The enthusiasm of the driver, the absence of workers. The entire town had smelled like this place. Nothing says 'run away' like free candy. The colors were almost too bright. It was surreal. He was glad he had eaten just before they left, otherwise he would have been tempted. The other kids were rowdy. Too rowdy. Quentin hadn't payed much mind to the crowd throughout his entire stay, but hHe was going to approach Sophie and tell her not to eat anything, but she seemed to have the same feeling he did.e didn't have much choice is this small place. He was going to approach Sophie and tell her not to eat anything, but she seemed to have the same feeling he did. He had been following her since his late breakfast that morning. She was pleasant to some, unpleasant to others. It was hard to tell what she was thinking, but she was eccentric, and that was not at all bad. The one thing he could tell was that she cared quite a lot about what was in her bag. I would have, too, if I still had mine. He missed his picture of Noëlle. Speaking of, where is she? He scanned the shop and saw her at the front of the line. I should warn her. He knew he was probably being overly protective, especially after what had happened that morning, but he approached her anyway. He was confident he could act like it never happened, and if not, well . . . he might help anyway. "Noëlle? Hey . . . I have a bad feeling about this. Please don't eat any?" She looked unhappy, but he wasn't going to let his girls do something dangerous again. For all I knew, these candies have Cupid's Brew in them. He would have done something like that himself if he could have on short notice.
Don't let Kitty hear that.
First round took me to Miami. * hears loud beep * Oh, looks like we're going for round two. Round two gives me Miniature Schnauzer. Spoiler He is obviously not pleased.
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