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『WEATHER』 COOL 62°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 6/17/2013 -7:59PM ✖『DAY』 03​

❝So are you doing right...um.. Noëlle? Hopefully you weren't seriously injured? I hope no one was... but I doubt that is possible...❞

Aha.

Was she alright? She didn't know. Her arm hurt. Her head hurt. It was her emotions that were really stirred up, though.

❝Yeah, I'm good! Just a few bumps and bruises. Hopefully you're the same.❞

She clutched her bag to into her stomach and shivered. Her clothes would be wet, but those could be dried. It was her phone -- and her journal that she was worried about. It was one of many, but it was special. All of them were special, and it was likely ruined. Ruined, ruined, ruined.

Her eyes pricked with tears and she wiped them away with her good arm, sniffling and resting her chin on the top of the black bag, sighing to herself and trying to restore the brighter attitude she had put on, for the girl beside her.

She heard a smooth voice coming from in front of her. Her head lifted and Quentin came into view.

❝Are you okay? I was worried . . .❞ His stare made her a bit uncomfortable, but not in a bad way. Her cheeks began to glow a light shade of pink and she smiled, genuinely this time.

Worrying about me ...

❝Quentin. Yeah, I'm okay. Just a little ... Shaken up. I don't know, it's been a long day. Besides my arm, I think I'm alright ... What about you?❞

He looked alright, but she wasn't entirely sure.

A few moments later, a short man with a doctor's coat stepped through the door. He had a white mask over his nose and lips, but had gentle, forest green eyes.

She stood, waving back towards Quentin with her good arm, and the doctor's eyes creased, so he must have been smiling, as he pulled the door back and invited her inside.

The floor was made of salmon pink tile, and the walls were the same shade of blue from the chairs in the waiting area. The smell of cinnamon and frosting wafted through the alcohol tinged air and melted her senses. She was so hungry...

They walked into a doctor's office with a red and white stripped '1' on the door. Immediately, the doctor pointed to a rather standard patients bed, and sat on a stool in front of her as she sat down upon it.

❝Ms. Chambers, welcome to Bentley Grove. I am terrible sorry to hear about your accident. Where does it hurt? ❞

With utmost confidence, his eyes drilled into her's. It made her uncomfortable, but she smiled.

❝... I think I've dislocated my shoulder. The rest of me is just a bit sore, though my head hurts a bit.❞

As she spoke, he began to take notes on a white pad of paper. He nodded respectfully, and then stood.

❝I'm going to take a look now, is that alright?❞

❝Mhm ...❞ She replied, distantly, staring up at a weight chart plastered to the wall. Suddenly, gloved fingers were peeling away the leather jacket she wore, revealing both shoulders. Her eyes went wide and her head snapped back to bring the doctor into view.

❝Where are you from? We do not get visitors here very often ...❞ His deep voice dripped from his lips, and she could feel his breath on her neck. He applied a bit of pressure to her shoulder, and then leaned in with a thoughtful grunt. The coat he wore parted over her sock-covered knees. ❝You outsiders are often very beautiful ... Such lovely eyes, and hair ...❞

I'm uncomfortable, please stop.

❝Candlewood. Thanks.❞

Her tone was sharp like a blade and he chuckled.

Without a warning other than that, he grabbed her arm and forced it back into it's socket. Screaming out more out of shock than pain, Noëlle dropped her luggage and jolted back. Her eyes were wild, and her breathing unsteady.

❝Better?❞ His voice was cool, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

❝I ... You ... !❞ Clearly in shock, she could do nothing but stare and catch her breath. The doctor stood, and crossed back through the room to get his notepad, scribbling something she couldn't see on it. Her shoulder's stinging faded, but her mood was no better.

❝I will write you a prescription for pain killers. Go out, to the left, and you will find our pharmacy.❞ He wasn't even halfway through his sentence and Noëlle had already slid off of the bed and grabbed her things. He held out a slip of paper to her and she snatched it, admittedly rudely, though he didn't seem phased by it. Instead he waved to her as she walked out of the door. ❝Enjoy your stay.❞

Her pace was frantic and her mind a complete wreck. In a bit of a rage, she stormed down the halls in search of the pharmacy. It was in the opposite direction of the waiting room, which worried her. She passed a few nurses and closed rooms on her way down, (she also passed a closed bakery -- which she didn't understand) but eventually stumbled upon a pharmaceutical stand.

After exchanging her slip for a bottle of Proenzen she was storming back down the halls, and bursting out into the waiting room.

The nurse from before waved good bye, and she caught the attention of some of the other students who were present, but Noëlle ignored them and fled the clinic as quickly as possible.

The streets were dark, save for a few tall glowing lanterns, but she didn't care. She entered the inn and searched for Cane.

Cane was a much ... younger innkeeper than Noëlle had imagined. Her eyes were a vibrant green and her lips were twisted into what seemed to be a perpetual frown. When Noëlle approached her, she was immediately sized up.

❝.... So, Patrick sent you too, huh? You're not the kind of outsider I like to see. Just once -- just once -- I wish someone INTERESTING would come to Bentley.❞ The girl -- or woman's chin turned upwards and she rolled her eyes, resuming her 'scolding' with a thick, unfamiliar, accent that sounded a bit like Scottish, Russian and British thrown into a blender.❝Come into my Inn, beggin' for a free room because 'Patrick sent ya', whatever.❞

As she complained, she bent over and grabbed a room key, tossing it to Noëlle. The pink-haired girl didn't waste any time running upstairs to the second floor, where the rooms were, and finding her way to room 4. The key was jammed inside of the lock and turned, and the door swung open with a force she hadn't meant to use.

When she entered, she instantly felt sick at the smell of peppermint and coffee. Besides the smell, it was relatively normal. Rose-colored walls, a white carpet ... One bed, with a rounded frame, a matching nightstand, and a small wardrobe, and a circular window. There was a bathroom, too. The only thing was was inconvenient was the candles that lit the room. It made no sense, there was electricity, so why? It also made the room uncomfortably stuffy.

Instead of looking for Bryan, like she half wanted to, she dropped her bag and locked her door. Then, she blew out the candle and crawled into bed. A flood of tears were finally released into the graham cracker scented pillow, and her body curled and trembled violently.

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『WEATHER』 COOL 62°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 6/17/2013 -7:59PM ✖『DAY』 03​

Noëlle wasn't entirely sure, and she turned around to look back towards the other's. The speedboat had caused some more waves, and a new current. Her legs were about to fall off, she could feel it.

❝GO, AND SEND HELP. GROUP ONE, IF YOU CAN FIT, TAKE UP HIS OFFER. HAVE THEM COME BACK FOR GROUP TWO AND SO ON. IF THERE IS ANYONE EXTREMELY INJURED, TAKE THEM WITH YOU NOW.❞

Suddenly, the voice of Garth rang out over the water. Nervousness crept up inside of her, but she pushed it down and nodded.

Most of those who were majorly injured were either within group one or already ...

She coughed and sniffled, kicking her way to the edge of the speedboat and accepting the stranger's help inside. She trembled and held her numb arm at the shoulder, considering popping it back into place but not having the nerve quite yet.

More wet bodies piled in, and the helmsman looked a bit ... agitated. They were probably too many, but who was he to tell anyone to get back into the water? They looked pitiful. Instead, he went back to wheel and, suddenly, they were jetting off in the opposite direction of the sunken vessels. No one had bothered to ask where exactly they would be going, but Noëlle was happy enough just getting out of the water. The sun began to warm the rest of her body.

❝Thank you.❞ Her voice was a bit too aggressive, but they didn't seem to notice.

❝Oh, it's not a problem,❞ his voice was genuine, and she felt at ease. ❝I'm just glad we got there on time! ... You can call me Mr. Grant!❞ He said the name with great pride, and Noëlle wondered casually what kind of a relationship he had with his parents.

Mrs. Grant grabbed a towel from the starboard and meekly offered it to Maria -- who looked terribly shaken up. Noëlle was envious, but put it aside. Her bag sat on her lap, and her eyes stared out ahead of them. She wondered what would happen now, and about her own parents.

Part of her expected this boat to sink, too.

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Luckily, that didn't happen.

After a small amount of time on the water, they arrived at a beautiful private dock, with vibrant greenery and pure, white sand. They had to walk a short distance before being stopped by a ginormous silver gate, where Mr. Grant punched in a number. Mrs. Grant put did the same, and they both pressed their thumbs against a censor before the gate opened to accommodate them.

It was a bit ... extravagant, for such a simple looking couple, but what could she say?

They were invited into a type of car she had never seen before, and piled into the back.

❝Patrick, they ...❞

The rumbling of the car driving over white gravel drowned the conversation in the front mostly out, but Noëlle could pick out a few things. Mr. Grant's name was Patrick, and Mrs. Grant's name was Delilah. They had a daughter and a son.

Driving took over an hour, and the wait made her feel anxious. Their cell phones weren't going to be working any time soon, and she just wanted to go home.

The longer they took, the more she felt they weren't going back for the others.

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Finally, they arrived at a rather fantastical inn (Bentley Grove Inn was engraved at the top of a tall arch in bright pink cursive letters) that reminded her of a gingerbread house and Mr. Grant parked, turning to face them in the back.

❝Alright, kids. Those of you who aren't injured can stay here for the night. Tell the innkeeper -- Cane -- that Patrick sent you. If you need medical attention, head on across the street to the clinic. Mrs. Grant and I are going to go send help to the rest of your friends, just in case!❞

Night was falling quickly and a bad feeling bubbled up in her stomach.

Even so, she climbed out of the car when motioned to, and clutched her bag to her stomach. The strange car gurgled before going completely silent, like a hybrid, and disappeared along the vanilla hued cobblestone beneath them.

Bentley Grove Clinic was literally right across the street. It was an old fashioned looking establishment made of sugar-painted brick, with as bright a label as the Inn's. Inside, she could see sky blue circular seats and white carpet.

Her heart lurched in her chest. It would not have been nearly as unsettling, if there had been more people around ... or anyone, other than them.

❝Well ...❞

Her throat was hoarse. Bryan was the only one she felt she could consult, but he had been ... distant, and she didn't know what to do. Jack was not there, and Alice ...

Feeling alienated and awkward, she stepped slowly away from the group and headed over to the clinic, holding her bag close to her as the double doors swung open automatically.

The clinic smelled like a bakery -- which was really alarming. Her nose crinkled and her head spun. No one was at the counter, so she picked up a bronze hand-bell and swung it back and forth.

In a few seconds, a nurse stepped up to the front desk. She had large, bright green eyes, a button nose, rosy cheeks and a head full of sandy curls. Very beautiful.

❝Hello, how can I help you?❞

Noëlle smiled politely, ignoring the strange revving sounds she heard coming from behind the desk.

❝Yes! Um...My name is Noëlle Chambers. Some friends and I just got here ...Patrick brought us? Our ferry was in an accident and some of us are a little ... scratched up, haha.❞

❝I'm so sorry to hear that! That explains why you're out past curfew. Not to worry, sweetheart, just sign your name here on the sign-in sheet and we'll get you all taken care of.❞

With a deeply appreciative nod and smile, she did as she was told and took a seat in one of the curved chairs. Her fingers shook and she clutched her bag tighter, exhaling.

...Jesus.

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> LOAD GAME ??

-Reader Discretion Advised- You wait ... And wait ... And wait ... Hours pass and the sun rises, leaving the train station as empty and useless as it started out. No cars come through and hunger is becoming unbearable as night falls. It is difficult to get to sleep, but you manage after a long while of speculating and considering your options. You finalize plans to wake earlier and start the trip to Lightbrooke yourselves. A few hours pass, and the sound of a truck stirs a few of you. Bryan is the first to stand, and the rest of you follow -- trying to get the attention of the tanker by jumping up and down and flailing on the far side of the road, close to the first platform. It seems to be completely ignoring you, with one headlight completely smashed out and the other shining on the opposite side of the street. Your group begins to deflate and lose hope (Noëlle bursting into tears), with the exception of Bryan, who -- in a bout of determination, runs out into the middle of the street and cups his hands over his mouth, shouting for the attention of the driver. The tanker slows down a bit, and the rest of you begin to trickle onto the side of the street, preparing to approach the tanker when it stops and finally go home. Bryan gives a small wave of encouragement towards your group. His eyebrows furrow in confusion as expressions twist into shock and horror, and someone cries out. He's in the process of turning, wondering what the fuss is about, when the tanker slams into his body at a high speed. He is killed instantly, mangled body thrown onto the pavement and then ran over as the truck continues forward. Noëlle screams out and runs to him, ignoring any protests. She refuses to leave his side, covered in his blood, even hours after the incident. Richie offers to stay with her -- clearly distraught himself, as the rest of you make your way to Lightbrooke -- desperate for some way out of this hell. Everyone, excluding Noëlle and Richie, move forward. They are exposed to the same strange mist as group 'going', and die in the same manner. Morning comes and the heat rises into the low nineties. No one drives through. Noëlle and Richie find comfort in each other as they, eventually, give way to hunger, dehydration and exhaustion. One day after their deaths, Joey arrives.

Spoiler: x

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『WEATHER』 CLEAR SKIES 52°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 6/19/2013 - 2:04AM ✖『DAY』 05​

It had been a very long time since she last dreamed. They were rare, but when they came, they were brilliantly vivid. Noëlle could remember sounds, tastes, feelings, colors and faces as if she had really truly been there. It was magical ... and absolutely horrifying, when they were nightmares. Every thrill, and moment of terror -- however ridiculous -- plague her hours after the nightmare had ended.

It's part of the reason she liked her privacy when she slept. She supposed it wasn't an enormous preference, but having a nightmare around others was ... embarrassing.

This time, she had jolted wide awake with a loud, short cry. Her chest heaved with wild breaths, and her eyes scanned her surroundings, eager to register reality again. That nightmare had been about her father ... Well, a subconsciously modified version of him. But there was a familiar smell and a comforting warmth near her that calmed her heart. It was Bryan ... and then, memories of the last few hours flooded back into her skull and she realized where she was.

They were at the train station. She had fallen asleep on Bryan's lap, oblivious to anything else going on. The sun still wasn't up, but the sky was just a bit of a lighter blue.

The quick look around alerted her that the others still weren't back yet. It was worrisome, and she hoped that they had found a place to rest and were simply doing so until a bit later. She still wished with everything in her that Bryan had let Joey come. They could have sent help, or hell, even taken a few of them with. Her lip stung as she chewed on it. Panic from the nightmare fueled her new concerns and she rubbed her eyes sleepily -- nervously.

❝ ... They aren't back, yet.❞

Her tired, shaky voice cut through the cool air, fingertips twirling in her lap. A shiver ran down her spine and her stomach growled with hunger. Earlier, she had explored the station a bit more. There was a vending machine, but it hadn't been restocked in quite a bit and had a giant OUT OF ORDER paper plastered to it's surface.

She wanted to go home. Her legs bent up against her chest, and she stayed close to Bryan -- sitting at his side on one of the benches. Her eyes were welling up with tears again and her body shook.

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You decide to enter Lightbrooke, disregarding the warning sign. The town is empty and desolate. There are no stores, or gas stations that you can see ... Only a row of empty houses on either side of you, and a cracked cement sidewalk bordering the gravel road. An eerie yellowish mist twists and hovers slowly above the ground. The smell is reminiscent of summer fireworks and gas fuel. You turn down one of the empty roads, and notice a park. Beyond it is a short brick wall separating the playground from an apartment complex. Your group moves forward, noticing one of the lights to an apartment is on, though flickering. You don't know what's in store for you, but you've already come this far. Turning back empty handed, now of all times ... It's difficult to tell what happened here or how recently, but one of you wonders if it has something to do with the strange spillage you heard about on the radio before summer started. It was reported to have been minor tragedy and to have been taken care of, but if the incident really was connected, that obviously was not the case. It seemed strange, however, that -- if the situation was being kept under wraps -- there were no authorities to be found. All of this seemed strange, really. The fire, the ferry, the strange town of Bentley and now being stranded. Almost like a curse. Stratana begins to cough. It is a small thing at first, but quickly escalates into a full-scale wheezing. One of you goes to comfort her, before the same coughing fit overwhelms them as well. Quickly, the rest of you try to cover your faces with clothing and skin, but it's fruitless. The exposure has already caught up with you and begun to take affect. Your lungs burn for air as if you're suffocating, and your throat goes raw from the hacking and gasping. Your deaths start out slow, paralyzing and painful at first -- before you're allowed to gradually fade into a dizzy, numb, sleep.

Spoiler: -

GROUP 'GOING' IS DEAD.

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CHOICE #5​

Staying:
Noëlle, Bryan, Pierce, Maria, Sophie, Quentin, Elisa, Richie, James,


Going:
Erik, Julius, Aislin, Adrian, Tucker, Sean, Sebastian, Lexi, Stratana, Natalie, Alex, Emalynn


^ Correct any mistakes, please. (Anyone who did not post a preference was put into 'going').

Already said this in the chat, but those of you having characters who claim to know the town may want to reconsider, because they're going to look pretty stupid for not having said anything about it -- considering no one but me actually knows what is there / will happen there.

I don't generally mind stuff like that in some cases, but you really want to check in with me before you give your character knowledge of a new place.

Anyone from the 'going' group who will be around for a bit please tell me. Whoever says something first, I'll PM what the town is like and what's there -- and you'll be responsible for introducing it. Don't ask for the information if you're not going to be around to do it immediately.

Hello, welcome to KHV!! It seems like your signature is way over the 500px x 500px limit ... Could you please re-size it or remove it? If you...

▱ FULL NAME: JACK V. RYAN
▰ NICKNAME: JAY, JACKIE
▱ TITLE: NONE, ATM.
▰ APPEARANCE: ◆
▱ FANTASY APPEARANCE: ◆
▰ AGE: NINETEEN.
▱ RACE: WINGED DEMON.
▰ CLASS: HEAVY GUNSLINGER-BLADE.
▱ WEAPON: ◆
▰ OCCUPATION: STUDENT. || GAME DESIGN INTERN AT KORE★LIFE STUDIOS.
▱ PERSONALITY: JACK IS A BIT ABSENT-MINDED, FORGETFUL AND UNINTENTIONALLY SELFISH, WHEN IT COMES TO OTHERS. HE HAS A KIND HEART AND DECENT INTENTIONS, BUT A LIFE OF MINIMAL RESPONSIBILITY AND SPOILING PARENTS HAS LEFT HIM SHORT A FEW TRAITS. SOMETIMES, WHEN HE SEES THE POINT, HE TRIES TO BE HELPFUL, BUT OFTEN FALLS INTO THE BACKGROUND AGAIN AFTER A TIME, FINDING LEADERSHIP OUTSIDE OF LEZNAROTH EXHAUSTING.

HE GENERALLY ENJOYS FOLLOWING DIRECTIONS RATHER THAN GIVING THEM, AND BEING THE CENTER OF ATTENTION OFTEN LEAVES HIM SELF-CONSCIOUS. HE IS RIDICULOUSLY CRITICAL OF HIMSELF IN HIGH-PRESSURE SITUATIONS AND NEVER REALLY FEELS LIKE HE'S DOING THINGS CORRECTLY, EVEN IF HE IS.

OTHER TRAITS: CREATIVE, AT TIMES -- DISTANT, EXCITABLE, AVOIDANT, AMBITIOUS, AT TIMES --OBLIVIOUS.

▰ GROUP: NONE.
▱ GROUP NAME: NONE.
▰ OTHER: HERKAHERKA. I THINK HAVING NO LIMIT ON RACE/CLASS SHOULD HAVE MADE THINGS EASIER BUT ... FOR EVERYTHING 'PENDING', I NEED TO ASK YOU ABOUT, W H O O P S. SECOND APPEARANCE IS NOT AVAILABLE YET BECAUSE I HAVE TO RECOLOR STUFF.

ON ANOTHER NOTE, LET ME EXPLAIN THAT RIDICULOUS WEAPON. IT IS A RIDICULOUS GUN-SCYTHE THAT WOULD OBVIOUSLY NOT BE THAT BADASS / ELABORATE AT ALL.

ALSO, WAS UNSURE IF IT'S CALLED LEZNEROTH OR LEZNAROTH, BECAUSE YOU SPELLED IT DIFFERENTLY IN YOUR OC FORM (GOMEN NE).

I AM DONE NOW.

EDIT - THANK YOU FOR HELP, HYUGE. ​

『WEATHER』 CLEAR SKIES 57°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 6/19/2013 - 12:22AM ✖『DAY』 05​

Her eyes lit up with relief. Mom. Mom! Was she really on the phone? Her heels started bouncing on the old wood of the platform. It was dark, but she wasn't focused on that right now. The phone worked! It had been so long ... Over the last few days, she had thought that she might never hear her mother's voice again, or see her face. All of the emotions were hitting her at once.

When Bryan handed the phone to her, she nearly cried in joy, pressing the reciever to her ear and finding herself sniffling.

❝Mom, I miss you.❞ She greeted, bluntly. There was no need to be prideful. It was the truth.

❝Noëlle, sweetheart! I miss you too. Where are you?❞

❝Um ...❞ She pulled away from the phone a bit, trying to remember where they were. ❝We just came from Bentley Grove. I'm at a train station near Lightbrooke ... Some of the group is planning on walking to town and staying there for the night, but I just want to go home ... One of the counselors say it's about two miles from here but I just ... Is there any way you could send help? Someone to come get us?❞

❝Lightbrooke ... ?❞ Her voice was inquisitive, and still a bit worried. Noëlle could hear shifting, and then some typing. She smiled a bit, remembering how much she missed technology. ❝Alright, I see it. What if I sent Joey out to get you?❞

With a frown, Noëlle wondered why she couldn't just come herself. Then she remembered how late it was ... and that she would have work, tomorrow. It still felt a bit dismissive, but there must have been a reason. Joey was a neighbor of theirs. He was always willing to give them an extra hand, and had become a bit of a father figure for her over the past few years. As long as someone came, she supposed.

She looked to Bryan and pressed her lips together in thought.

❝Mom says she can send Joey to come get us here ... What do you think?❞

❝Oh, that'd be -- . . . Oh, the others . . . I'd feel super bad if we just left the others. I . . . Man. I don't know. I kind of don't want to leave the others stranded out here.❞

Honestly, Noëlle could give no true shits about them right now. Mother was a bit dismissive and now Bryan wanted to stay for the sake of ... them. Her shoulders slumped. She just wanted to go home!! Home, home, home!!

The phone started to beep annoyingly.

❝Well ... Bryan feels bad about leaving the others here ... I'll try to call you later, but if you don't hear from us for a while, you know where we are so please send someone at that point, if you can. I miss you. I love--.❞

The phone cut off and Noëlle sulked, hanging up and frowning. Her stomach rumbled.

Welp. Her destiny, clearly, was to be stuck out here.

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Aww. It's really not that bad, and literally everyone is here to help out! If you ever want to give it a try and join, we'd be happy to have and help you. * u *

『WEATHER』 CLEAR SKIES 57°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 6/19/2013 - 12:13AM ✖『DAY』 05​

Well ... Shit. This was peculiar. The train left, the lights went out ... David was gone, and her sudden paranoia seemed a bit silly now. It would have been really nice, to get that ride and finally be back home ... assuming that they really would have made it there alright. The fire and that ferry right ... it really shook her up.

Erik had taken the role of the 'leader', which was sort of admirable, but ... Really? They were walking alone, in the dead of the night--err--early morning? ... What time was it? They knew nothing about the town ahead of them and ...

This was getting a bit ridiculous. They were just putting themselves in situation after situation. Instead of following along with Erik right away, Noëlle took a step back and turned to Bryan with a deep, bracing breath.

❝I ... I don't know if we should go. Do you think we could find a way to call mom? I don't know it just ... I guess I'm scared. What do you think?❞

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Mmkay, update on our surroundings before you losers godmod the crap out of everything.

• There is one landline telephone at the otherwise empty train-station.
• Cell phones = no.
• There's basically no traffic coming through. Occasionally, a tanker may pass.
• The city of Light-Torch or whatever we named this place (LOL) is about a thirty minute walk (you would not know this until you tried walking).
• Candlewood is 3.5 hours away.

Day ♥ Five
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『WEATHER』 CLEAR SKIES 57°! ✖『DATE & TIME』 6/19/2013 - 12:10AM ✖『DAY』 05​

She was honestly about to step between them when she heard a voice speak up.

❝Hi, although I cannot speak for everyone. I am really sorry that you went through this much trouble to get us here, and I am also sorry if declining the offer of a ride offended you in any way.❞

She recognized the girl from the other day, in the clinic ... the awkwardness. She felt a little bad about that now.

Frank raised an eyebrow and then shook his head back and forth.

❝Yeah, well ... Me too, kid. Don't want to do this to you guys but ... Left me no choice.❞

Her walked back to the train and got in without another word. A few minutes later, it was alive again and chugging down the train tracks, around the empty train station and back the way it came.

As the train left, the lanterns went out and they were left alone, in the dark, in a ghost town she had never even heard of.

There was nothing but road, some kind of desert, and this abandoned looking train station.

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CHOICE #4​