♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 2 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ If it weren't for the cold, his sleep on the train may have been peaceful and satisfying. Instead, it was spent with tossing and turning and groaning and curling up and nearly falling more than once. He felt restless and all sorts of anxious, and when he finally did drift down into a deeper level of slumber, he was shaken awake. ❝Wake up,❞ she said plainly. He recognized the voice right away. Sophie hadn't died in her sleep. That was good. He sat up after a moment or two of internal protesting. He really didn't like being around others when he was just waking up. He felt incomplete for the world. He needed some time. Time he wouldn't get. Cue mild irritation. His hands reached down into his jeans for his phone, and he took a quick peek at his notifications. A whopping two messages! Wow. One from Reed and one from Mary. They could both wait, he decided, and returned the phone back to it's place in his pocket. ❝Good morning, Sophie,❞ he grumbled a bit absently. His green eyes met with her blue ones. She didn't look too good. ❝... What's going on? You still drunk - or whatever that was?❞ His face flushed at the memories of last night and he looked out of the window to avoid imagining it again. The sun was shining brightly over the train, not a cloud in the sky. Outside had gone from an endless amount of hills and fields to a beautiful river countryside, with lush trees, and a few gorgeous -- and expensive -- looking houses scattered about.
We're not stopping the train yet. We talked about it in the Skype chat and would rather continue on the rail for now. I'll stop the train later, probably in about four or so hours [less or more depending on how this time is used.]
w e l c o m e, xxxxxxxUSER!‹‹ CONTROL PANEL OPTIONS ›› xxxxwearing • hair • music • ooc Time on the train moved quickly for Dakota with the assistance of her music and the steady sounds of the train tracks beneath them. They were in the dark for a long time, but soon enough the light of the moon was shining through her window. It was beautiful of course, but also a bit irritating since she was trying to sleep. Right now it seemed like they were in the middle of nowhere. There was nothing but grass, hills and mountains spread across the foreign terrain to the right of them. She wondered what was on the other side, but that would require leaving this Dakota-safe room and that wasn't going to happen. There was a shade bundled up above the window, so when she was done taking in her new surroundings, she pulled the cream colored string and let it tumble. The dull orange light that had flickered on earlier in the tunnel remained, but it wasn't bright enough to bother her any. She knelt down to unzip her suitcase and pull a blanket and small pillow from it. Once it was closed, she made herself a little nest to snuggle in and wrapped her body up as well as she could. Being out was tiring. It had been years before the play since she left her house. This was only the second time since then, wasn't it? She wondered what meeting everyone again would be like -- if she ever got to. She yawned. Very tiring day indeed. ... Dakota shot up, head reeling, and clumsily threw her covers away. She chuckled to herself, stretching outwards and popping up off of the plush cushions beneath her to make the necessary strides back to the cabin door. How could she almost forget something so e s s e n t i a l? Her eyes were wide and anxious as her pale fingers trailed over the deep auburn wood, searching for a lock. She wouldn't be able to sleep, if the doors didn't lock. She would rather die than sleep in a smallish compartment, on a train full of strangers, with no lock. Gods strike her down now if there was no way to lock this door. 『 O-ohh, sweet Hell on Earth. 』 She breathed, wildly. Her fingers shook. A few muted but distraught minutes later, the door slid open violently with a BANG and Dakota stepped out of the room. The elegant curls in her dark hair had fallen completely flat and her knuckles were white from how hard she was clenching them. Her eyes scanned the hall. Empty, mostly. ‹‹ ASSESSING THE SITUATION. ›› ⇨ There is no lock on the door. ⇨ On top of that, the doors slide open too quietly for comfort. This is a key problem. ⇨ Maybe there's a lock on one of the other doors. That won't do, I don't have enough energy to debug that room, too. The train staff will come investigate if I destroy too much. ⇨ Maybe I can jam the door? Wh-what if I end up stuck inside? No. ⇨ Aah, upon checking, there is a lock! It locks with a key from the outside! ⇨ I could ask someone to lock the door from the outside and unlock it later. Per-perfect! They may forget about me and I'll miss my train stop. No one even knows I'm here! ⇨ Okay, maybe I don't have to LOCK the doors. I just need a signal that someone is entering so that I can defend myself ... Aha! Dakota slid the doors shut again, satisfied with her new plan. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths and her eyes danced back over her safe room. She took some steps back, resting her back against the veiled window as she took in the full scope of the sliding door. There was a space in the doorframe. The frame came first, with a sharp groove that fell into a straight metal rail [ at the top, the width of the doorframe ] connected to the sliding doors. Hmmm ... Right, then. She yanked her handbag from it's seat and grabbed the roll of duct tape from earlier. The next several minutes were occupied with her making a complicated webbing of duct tape over the door frame. Anyone who opened the doors from the outside would be immediately assaulted by the sticky side of the tape. Even if it didn't stop them, the sounds of peeling tape always woke her up. It was just enough to make her feel safe. When she was done she was down to half of a roll. That was okay, she had five more in her bag. Finally, absolutely exhausted, she climbed backed into her nest and covered herself with her one blanket. Her breathing slowed and she was finally able to get some sleep.
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ ❝... Oliver --❞ He was so embarrassed, panicked and annoyed with himself that he almost didn't hear her. If she hadn't spoke again, he would have already flung the door of the cabin open and probably jumped off of the train if he could find a way. [ That wasn't true. ] ❝Don't - don't go, ❞ he turned around. Why was she crying? ❝Please don't go. I'm sorry. Sophie was right. I was just - I just thought ... ❞ What was she even talking about? He felt himself growing angry with her again and took a deep breath to calm himself. So uncomfortable ... He shook his head and looked down at her, unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the mention of Sophie. ❝Sophie has nothing to do--,❞ ❝I should have listened. Of course you wouldn't ... Why - why would anyone -- with me ...❞ He looked at her. She really was crying. He felt completely dumbfounded. Oliver was at an absolute loss on what to do here. ... What was Sophie saying about him? All of this drama was ridiculous, he didn't like it. He just wanted everything to be okay. He wondered how different things would be without Sophie whispering in her ear. He took another step back towards the door. ❝ S - sorry,❞ His heart sank. All traces of the pending euphoria from before were wiped away and he felt nothing but angst. ❝Me too. I don't ... get why you're crying. It's not that I didn't want to kiss you. I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable. You ALWAYS seem uncomfortable. Wouldn't want to push it.❞ His irritation was clear by the blunt tone of his voice. He couldn't be bothered to baby her right now, as much as he somewhat wanted to. What, so she DID want to be kissed? Well, **** him. Women were ridiculous. ❝Whatever.❞ He slid the door open and closed it behind him, leaving her to ... deal with herself. He was getting too emotional for this. He hated it. He really didn't like how Pierce made him feel things. He glared all of the way to his new, empty cabin and settled down. Moments after, the door flung open and for a second he thought the stuttering brunette had sought him out. He turned when the door closed shut. ❝Did you leave her?❞ Oh. It was her. The ~ Pierce Whisperer ~. Well that was sort of okay. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to handle Pierce right now. He stayed quiet. Sophie walked closer. She looked weird. Probably indulged in a few drinks. Maybe Lucas bought them for her. He smirked, completely prepared to exploit her clear drunkenness. ❝I . . . don't — . . . ****.❞ Suddenly, Sophie dropped to the floor of the cabin. His face fell. Was this a joke. She couldn't be THAT drunk. ... An unfortunately familiar panic and paranoia struck him. THE CURSE, THE CUUUUURSE! He jumped out of his seat and ran to her side, kneeling down and completely freaking out. His heart nearly beat straight out of his chest. ❝Sophie! Sophie, wake up! Please!❞ She had landed on her side so he rolled her over onto her back and steadily pressed two fingers against her neck for a pulse. Okay ... Okay. Now that he knew she was still alive, his panic started to come down. She had a pulse, so no need for CPR. She would be okay. Instead of anything drastic ... He sighed exasperatedly and scooped Sophie up into his arms, carrying her from the floor and laying her down across the cushions of one side of the cabin. He stared down at her unconscious form. The bottom of her skirt had shifted up her thighs and if he leaned forward he would be able to see down her blouse ... Oliver could have punched himself in the face, but ... He grabbed the edges of her skirt and tugged it down from around her waist to her hips. He took off her shoes and tentatively unbuttoned the top of her blouse down, down ... down -- he stopped. His cheeks burned. With all of the emotional exertion that had happened today HE might faint. He dug around a bit and after finding no blankets in the cabin, shrugged his jacket off and threw it clumsily over Sophie's body with a tsundere frown. He wasn't going to leave her, but he was exhausted. If she didn't at least move soon, he would have to call for help. He couldn't handle her dying on him. He took a seat and stared outside or a bit, feeling all sorts of emotional churning inside of him. After a groan, he tipped to his side and stared across from him at Sophie. Staring ... staring ... staring ... Sophie shifted with a small whimper of some sort and his heartbeat returned back to normal. She was alive, probably just resting now. He wondered tiredly what happened to her to make her faint. He doubted he'd ever find out. Sophie didn't seem like the type to spill something like this. She'd probably be upset enough that he was here when it happened. She probably didn't like him very much. It had been an emotional day. His eyes fluttered close. He wondered, before completely passing out to sleep himself, if Pierce was okay. He felt guilty. He felt a lot. His knees curled into him a bit. It was cold.
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ It felt like only a few seconds had passed before they were passed the gate and boarding the train. He was a little disappointed at the old fashioned design of the thing. It also felt considerably less safe than some of the newer ones. Oh, Candlewood ... It was one of those towns that didn't upgrade until something went wrong. He sincerely hoped they wouldn't be the turning point. He took the lead and Pierce followed him to their cabin. Before sitting, he placed his book bag beside him and grabbed a pamphlet that hopefully had information on what time the trolley would come by and whether or not food and beverages were free. In complete honesty it felt like he was alone in there. The train jolted with movement and he took a second to look out of the window at the bland, monochrome architecture passing them by before burying his nose back into the pamphlet. All methods of transportation that didn't leave him in full control [ cars with other people driving, airplanes, trains ] made him a bit anxious. ❝I'm sorry,❞ Who was that -- oh, right. Pierce was here. He smiled at her and then went back to reading. Didn't seem like she was done apologizing yet. He should probably pay more attention ... ❝Er -- I mean... I just ... I c - can't be that fun to be around ... ❞ Was Pierce fun? Not ... really. 'Fun' wasn't the word. He couldn't really comfort her without lying or getting too deep into his feelings so he bit his lip and almost made up a reason to get up and leave for a minute. ❝N - never mind. ❞ Thank god. He exhaled a breath he hadn't known he was holding. ❝Stop worrying.❞ He grumbled softly. Pierce worried A LOT. He didn't know why. The sky was not falling. Annoying ... He wished she'd stop. Stop with the stuttering, stop with the low self-confidence thing. Grace didn't act like this. Not Mary either. Pierce had some issues. Most rape-victims did, though, how could he blame her? Suddenly, they were shrouded in complete darkness. He lifted his eyes. A few seconds later dim lights flickered on. He looked outside. They were in a tunnel. Great. The next few minutes were spent trying to get his eyes to adjust so that he could continue reading. If he couldn't even read the damn train pamphlet then going on this stupid trip was a mistake on all fronts. He tuned out Pierce's existence again. It was an easy thing to do, even though he wasn't exactly trying to. She was just so quiet and distant. If he hadn't already been in a sour mood before even arriving at the park-and-ride he may have tried a bit harder but he was plagued with the thought of them all dying by the end of this and it was stressing him out. Movement reached his ears but not enough to cause disruption. He could finally read the pamphlet again and was currently engaged quite deeply in the history of the railroads. All focus was completely ripped away the moment a shriek reached his ears. His head lifted and his blood began to pump harder. He was frozen as he attempted to assess the situation. Was she hurt? Was HE hurt? Were they dying? ❝Jesus Christ!❞ His eyebrows furrowed in a scowl and his eyes found Pierce's. She had fallen. His anger flared. Who shrieked like that when they fell?! He thought something was seriously wrong!! He was already on edge! Stupid, impossibly clumsy, stuttering drama queen, she just fell! ... What the shit - why is this turning me on? She was ... Her hand was. Oh. His eyes softened and his anger dropped down and back to zero. Shame filled his momentarily void slot for emotion and he dropped his shoulders. She was probably feeling awful. Why was he such a dick? ❝ I -- I um ... um ... Ah ...❞ ❝...❞ ❝Oliver, I - I'm sorry. That was ... a - accident ... I ... sit ... you ... b - beside ... floor!❞ She buried her face in her arms and her hair fell down over her face. Oh no, no, no. Oliver's green eyes rested on her and then darted back towards the window. With the darkness, there was literally nothing to distract him but his own reflection. He wrung his hands together and bit down on his bottom lip in thought. ... Pierce had some issues. Pierce was not fun. She really was ridiculously clumsy. She stuttered too much and she was so deeply embedded in her extreme shyness that it almost seemed like no matter what amount of effort he did or did not put into their friendship, there would be no progress. Their conversations were forced, uncomfortable and awkward. She was too concerned with what he -- probably 'everyone' -- thought of her to be easily true to her feelings. Oliver placed the pamphlet down by his backpack and slid down onto the floor beside her. His fingers raked through his reddish blonde strands of hair and he breathed out anxiously. Pierce was also a hard worker. He helped out, but she definitely carried most of the work in the box office. From what he knew and could gather, she had good intentions. She had a good heart. She was also resilient, despite herself. No matter how awkward things got, she kept texting him. They spent time together, no matter how hard it probably was for her. She was trying. She wasn't the greatest -- but she was trying. He wasn't worth all of the effort she was putting herself through. He was selfish and impatient. Maybe once she figured that out ... ❝Hey,❞ On top of everything, Pierce was also gorgeous ... On top of everything, he really wanted to kiss her. His fingers reached out to brush away the fallen strands of hair, his thumb grazing the curve of her right cheek. His chest felt tight and his heart was reacting to their closeness in a way he had never felt it react before. He really didn't like how Pierce made him feel things he hadn't ever felt before. Sometimes he couldn't tell if his body was about to give out and die on him or if he was about to be granted incredible powers and transform into a superhuman. The life of an online dater. ❝Look at me.❞ Oliver moved closer and lifted her chin from her arms. This was a bit awkward, so he pulled himself back and shuffled so that he was in front of her instead. Their eyes met and he smiled at the red in her face. So shy! Annoying ... and cute, sometimes. It was forward of him, but he couldn't help himself. Her legs were in the way, so he parted them, and fit himself in between. Their noses bumped together. He could feel the heat radiating off of her skin and onto his. He wondered if she could hear -- no, feel his heartbeat the way he could feel hers. It took a huge amount of control to keep his breathing from turning into heaves, but he managed somehow. Their lips were almost touching, and just as he was about to crush them together ... ♔ Unpleasant Flashback Without thinking, he had closed the space between them. His hands rested on her shoulders, and his knees occupied the space between her thighs. He could feel her shaky breath on his face, and his fingertips trailed down her arms to grip her hands tightly. Their lips crashed together roughly, and he tasted her mouth on his. Bubblegum peppermint, from an earlier piece of gum, and cherries. They stayed like that, until he felt a whimper vibrate against his tongue and drew back with a husky sigh. It was dim in the living room, but the flashing screen of the silent movie still playing was enough to illuminate the tears on her face. Grace stared up at him, almost in shock. It made him feel instantly crummy and he pulled away to his side of the couch. His tongue ran over his lips absently and he glanced at her again. Her tears had turned into a full blown sobbing session, and he desperately wanted to shrink into nothingness. Why was she crying? He was right, wasn't he? Wasn't he ... ? ❝Y-you're terrible.❞ ♔ Present He drew back quickly, so much so that he ended up on the other side of the cabin with his back pressed against her former seat. What was he THINKING? Did he want Pierce to hate him too? No. No, no, no, not here and ESPECIALLY not now with this trip. He really was terrible, wasn't he? God, he felt awful. He was like crying almost, but that feeling quickly turned into anger. ❝Sorry.❞ He stood up and grabbed his backpack, throwing it over his shoulder. ❝Really sorry.❞ He had to get out of here, to another cabin far, far, far away, for the rest of this train ride. Coming was a bad idea.
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No worries. Well I know that this member was thinking about starting one. Maybe he'll be interested in helping you out / discussing it.
w e l c o m e, xxxxxxxUSER!‹‹ CONTROL PANEL OPTIONS ›› xxxxwearing • hair • music • ooc Dangerous[/url], dangerous, dangerous, D A N G E R O U S! Panic levels rose and fell with each timid step she took towards the train. One moment she'd feel like she was going to pass out, then it would fade ... and then she'd want to turn back around and sprint back to her car. Not like anyone would notice her anyway. Why was she doing this? She didn't know these people!! Well, not anymore ... Things had -- err -- definitely changed since grade school. It was nostalgic and a little sad when she caught notice of a few childhood friends standing about in the basically empty parking lot of the park-and-ride. It had been so long ... Bah, it didn't even matter, she wasn't 'apart' of their little group and the situation was a scribbled mess in her mind. Dakota could only grasp a few things from what she had heard. People were dying. People were dying and the authorities were doing nothing. Who would even consider trusting those pigs in the first place? It was embarrassing that it'd taken so long for the public to react. What was confusing, then, was why a bunch of babies were leading this particular operation. Erik had briefly explained the situation but she didn't quite understand. Were they a part of a suicide pact? That made the most sense to her -- some kind of die trying or die later deal, maybe. They wanted to go out with a bang! ... haha. The only reason she had any doubt was because she was asked to come along and she was definitely NOT planning to[/url] jump off of a bridge with anyone here. They needed more adults to come along and she knew a thing or two about Bentley. When she was a little girl, her family had driven through the oddly colorful town on their way from Lightbrooke to the closest ferry terminal. They got a flat tire, crashed into one of the trolleys, and ... it all went black from there ... All she remembered was that she was scared most of her stay, and that their dog -- Roxy -- hadn't come back home with them. Okay, so she didn't remember much about the town. STILL!! She was a valuable asset to the team, maybe. 『 Who am I kidding ...』 Her voice was small and easily drowned out by the churning machinery around her. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip and took a deep breath, lifting her gray eyes. It had been a while since she rode a train. Her heart was pounding. Taking the first step to board might have proved impossible if someone hadn't shove her inside to get through himself. She scowled, yanking her small suitcase back to her side. Why the hurry, even? This is why she hated going out. Where had the others gone to sit? Her eyes danced around but her ears picked their voices up before she spotted them. Just as she did, the doors to the cabins started to slide close one by one. The train gave a couple of signals and then started chugging forward. She nearly fell over. Her[/url] heart raced again and she quickly found a place to sit in one of the compartments, alone. The bag hanging from her arm was settled down beside her and her luggage was laid down on the floor. She pulled out a pair of headphones and her phone, placing them over her head and switching on something classical to listen to. Her shoes tapped in metronome to the gentle piano and she watched the world go by in a blur from the window. Jeeze, who invites someone to go on a life-threatening trip and then ignores their existence? Mr. Erik Riley Winst, apparently! Nah. He probably didn't think she'd show up. She never actually confirmed that she'd be going with them. It had just been so long since she went anywhere or saw anyone. Her attendance here was very much impulsive.The last time she saw Fortissmo students anywhere upfront and personal was during that beautiful production they put on. It was there and then, that fateful night, where the gloriously passionate lead -- Torvald -- had ... W-well. ♥ This trip wouldn't be all bad. Everything was a big question mark. A mystery! No, a ... conspiracy, maybe?! ... Dakota was a tad bit obsessed with conspiracy theories. Her heart sank. She forgot to search the room. Her phone was stuffed into her bra and she stood up, rummaging through her handbag for a few things. Scissors, duct tape, black[/url] sharpie ... Her fingers pried at the cushions of her seat but they wouldn't budge. She looked at her scissors but decided to backtrack a bit before tearing anything apart. It wasn't hard to find the security camera. A thick piece of duct tape was slapped over the lens. She did a little victory dance ... No one would be watching her during this ride! Bastards. Then the cutting began. The scissors were jammed between the cushions and ripped down the middle. Each crease was thoroughly examined on her side of the cabin and then the other. It was there that the blades snagged and she found a wire. Following it back to the camera confirmed it was an audio cable. She clicked her tongue. 『 Just terrible. 』 With no remorse she snipped it. Feeling at peace now, she plopped back down near the window and resumed her music listening, wondering when they'd arrive at Whittlerose.
i want to be good enough.
Ew, school. He's fine. He just visited recently. We went on a trip for two days together. <3 He's planning to come back soon permanently.
oh god tweak. *twerk oh nooo. I'm sorry to hear that you're not doing too well. But RPing is always nice. How long has it been since you roleplayed?
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moved to the RP arena. can move back to the spamzone if you want but this is generally where things like this go -- if you're serious.
w e l c o m e, xxxxxxxUSER!‹‹ CONTROL PANEL OPTIONS ›› xxxxwearing • hair • music • ooc
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♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ He was waiting for Pierce's reply when suddenly a rather chipper girl chimed in. Half of him wanted to glare at her for interrupting a barely moving conversation but the other part of him was grateful. Her name was ... Zoey, if he remembered right. Zoey wasn't the sort of name he'd forget -- especially associated with a girl who had an eyepatch. She was in the play, and very pretty -- nope, too young. ❝I'm sick and tired of these unknown causes of death. For crying out loud, there's something weird about this if the stupid police-❞ He smiled when she caught herself and shook his head to signal it was fine, even though she didn't seem to notice and kept excusing herself. ❝Oops, sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt anything. So sorry.❞ ❝Hey, no problem. I am kind of curious about everyone -- oh okay, well. Bye, I guess.❞ He watched her step back and divert her attention. Erik had arrived. He greeted them plainly and Oliver returned the favor. He was getting antsy again. It didn't help when Evan popped up all sharp-looking and rollerblading. ❝This is ridiculous.❞ Maria arrived. Sophie and Lucas followed. He greeted them all. The trial for the two would be this month. He felt for them, even though he found them suspicious as hell and was still pretty traumatized about that morning when he really thought about it. Though, now with this whole ... Julius-murder thing going on, he wasn't so sure if they were to blame. Still, it seemed that their little ... team, was coming together now. Such a colorful, awkward bunch of kids. He swallowed hard. He didn't want to see any of them die. His grim thoughts were interrupted by a gentle tug on his sleeve. He looked back to Pierce and smiled. She was a kid too, wasn't she? Aah, hell. ❝U - um... Do you - do you want to ... to um... s - sit with m - me ... on th - the um ... the train?❞ Oliver wasn't exactly sure what to say. He was ... surprised. He almost asked if she wouldn't rather sit with Sophie, but figured it would be better not to push it. ❝Sure.❞ He answered simply. Then he looked away again as to not make it too awkward. ❝So how much longer until we go to catch the train?❞ Thank God for Estelle. He looked at his phone. ❝About ten minutes now.❞ ❝Oh, and how many more people are we waiting for?❞ He didn't know the answer to that one so he stayed quiet. Whoever showed up showed up.
Oh my GOD, SPAAAZE. gcdkah573&& Can I teach you how to tweak instead? HOW ARE YOU.
♔: ♠ « MUSIC ♠ « WEARING ♠ « ✉ 0 ♠ « OOC: N|A ♠ :♔ Pierce tensed up and the familiar air of discomfort graced the two. Tension of every sort [ including sexual ] surged between them, connecting their auras -- if those existed like Grace said. He looked away again, and their eyes started to play some kind of awkward back and forth. He'd look at her, then she'd look at him, then their eyes would meet and they'd both look away from each other. Just awful. ❝"F-fine. Everything's fine. S-sorry for not g-getting back to you s-sooner. Things have b-been a little... hectic.❞ So much stuttering!! Apparently they weren't passed this yet. His expression stayed the same. ❝H-how are you, b-by the way....❞ ❝Don't worry about it.❞ It was a slow but honest start. No one needed any more to worry about, especially not her. He slipped his arm through the second loop of his backpack and looked around again. No one new had arrived, but not that much time had passed, he guessed. The park-and-ride was big but mostly empty. If his car wasn't a piece of junk he'd be concerned about leaving it here. ❝I've been getting by.❞ Evasive as always. He wasn't exactly lying, it was just more than that. But he figured she wasn't being completely honest either. Who would be 'fine' in this situation? Some kind of rotten, apathetic bastard they'd have to be. The sound of an electric gate buzzing to life caught his attention and he looked passed Pierce curiously. The train station and parking lot were connected by a short bridge and a steep descend of a stairs to an underground platform. A gate closed over the bridge to keep homeless people and other unwanted loiters away at night. Since it was lifting, he figured the trains were about to start running. He sighed. A train ride to hell. He needed to stop being so pessimistic. ... An awkward silence took the place of the already uncomfortable conversation and Oliver nervously tightened and loosened his grip on his backpack. Being around Pierce was so infuriating and conflicting. He liked her, he wanted her to warm up to him, but he was also terrified of ruining things the way he had with Grace. It'd be harder with Pierce, she was actually ... around. He'd have to deal with the loss of their friendship in a way he hadn't done with anyone else. He usually didn't get involved with people who were present but there was something alluring and competitive about breaking through Pierce's rape-victim personality. On top of all of that he wanted to kiss her, really badly, which was probably not okay given the situation with Mary ... Then again Pierce didn't have to know about Mary and Mary didn't have to know about her. One of the more beautiful traits of a long-distance relationship. I'm a bad person. Was he really? He was always conflicted on whether he was horrible or just human. What was so wrong about not wanting to get attached? It was selfish but he was twenty-one. He didn't have to stop being selfish for another four years, at least. He was honest with himself and that's all that mattered. Everyone else could suck his dick. I should have taken a candy before I got out ... He felt himself getting emotional and almost made up some lie to go back to his car to wait, but a quick glance at his phone confirmed that everyone else should be arriving shortly ... hopefully. His chest felt tight. Shaking it off, he finally spoke again. ❝... What made you come?❞ He didn't expect Pierce to be up for something like this.
