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☆ Clothes ☆ Mood» Nervous+ ☆ Music ☆ Date: 2016 Location » Home ☆ OOC: ☆ ​

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"Well nothing too particularly interesting." Estelle said honestly. "We've been getting good business lately so I haven't really had to work offend, which left more time for me going to school." Estelle explained. "It's been nice, but quite boring." She told him. "I haven't seen you in while..." She said. "I've missed you." She whispered, but loud enough so only he could her, then quickly brushing the hair away from her face. ​

Talking to Shane made her more nervous then the thought of them dying on this trip, which she thought wasn't healthy at all. She had started to wonder where Zoey went. She always gave such good advice. She crossed her ankles nervously and bit her lip. She looked out the window and realized that the they were headed to they're destination. She wondered how long the train ride took. ​

The longer it took the longer they could talk. But then again the more they talked the more of a chance that Estelle would make a fool out of herself."Umm..." She said to only herself quietly, trying to think of something to say. She would just have to wait it out... ​

 

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WEARING ⧉ DATE▹ 03/14/2016 ⧉ DAY▹ 01 & 3/4 ​

MOOD▹ DEAD... ⧉ LOCATION▹ TRAIN​

OOC▹ ✘ ⧉ INTERACTION▹ OLIVER ⧉ MUSIC​

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Pierce seated herself in the corner of the cabin with her stuff stowed away under her seat. She glanced across the small space to Oliver sitting opposite her. She should say something. Why did she always have to be so awkward? ❝ I'm sorry, ❞ she blurted out of nowhere. Her cheeks burned red. Dear God! ❝ Er -- I mean... I just ... I c - can't be that fun to be around ... ❞ Blood pounded in her ears. This was just great. She was making a complete fool of herself. She should have said something to Sophie before getting on the train. If she had sat with Sophie instead, then things wouldn't be so uncomfortable.​

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❝ N - never mind. ❞ She curled in on herself in the seat, pulling her legs up in front of her. This was ridiculous. If only she could act more like Sophie. Sophie was always so put together and collected. She took what she wanted without hesitation.​

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Her chest hurt. Brown eyes flicked over Oliver again before settling on the floor. He seemed so far away on the other seat. If only she had the courage to move closer. It reminded her of New Years Eve when she actually seemed to have the confidence to talk to him on the phone -- she just had to be drunk. Being drunk every time she saw Oliver would only end horribly.​

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She swallowed and slowly began to untangle herself, feet hitting the floor of the car lightly. What would Sophie do? Sophie would just move, take a seat in the space beside him and not care. Right. Pierce got to her feet. Her legs felt like gelatin. She could feel the movement of the train on the tracks beneath her feet and when she took a step forward, she managed to step on her shoelace, pulling it undone and propelling herself forward. Pierce threw her hands out to catch herself and landed awkwardly in Oliver's lap. A small shriek escaped her. She glanced up at him, red in the face, and then her eyes slowly trailed down his body to where her right hand rested. Brown eyes were wide with panic.​

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Pierce was frozen with shock and she couldn't seem to move her body. Her heart was hammering so loud in her chest she was sure he could hear it. The blood pounded in her ears and her body felt like it was on fire. Dizzily, she pulled her hand away and sat in a frozen block on the floor in front of him. ❝ I -- I um ... um ... ❞ Her throat was dry and she couldn't seem to formulate any words. Her mind was a frenzied mess. Pierce stared up at his green eyes in terror. This was bad. This was so very, very bad. She swallowed. Breathing was difficult. Her cheeks were flaming. ❝ Ah ... ❞ still no sound.​

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SAY SOMETHING. ANYTHING! Her mind was screaming. She felt like she might pass out. Why did she have to be so dysfunctional all the time? Her lips seemed to be moving, but she couldn't form any words. ❝ Oliver, ❞ she squeaked out, ❝ I - I'm sorry. That was ... a - accident ... I ... sit ... you ... b - beside ... floor! ❞ She buried her face in her arms. Her bangs slipped out of the updo and fell across her forearms like a veil. This was a nightmare.​

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⟣ DATE⁞ Monday, March 14th, 2016 ⟡ DAY⁞ 01 3/4 ⟡ ♫ ✔ ⟢​

⟣ LOCATION⁞ Train ⟡ INTERACTION⁞ Zoey ⟢​

⟣ WEARING ⟡ OOC⁞ ✖ ⟢​

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"Hm? Well, two of my friends are all love stricken and whatnot. Spring fever I guess. Estelle is so twitterpatted for Shane, I wouldn't really exist around them. Plus I don't want to ruin their mood, you know?"​

Ryder didn't have much an idea as to who the hell Zoey was talking about. They must have been her high school friends. He just nodded along not really caring. High school relationship dramas were never really his thing. Ryder had managed to get through all of high school with as little love-drama as possible. His blue eyes watched lazily as she pulled up her knees and hugged them to her chest, letting her chin rest on them. The pill was starting to kick in and it took a bit of effort to focus on Zoey's slight form.​

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"My brother Freddie is with Sophie and Lucas. I think they need some catching up to do without me being there. Other than that... I really haven't made many other friends." Zoey sighed out and then sat up straight, letting her feet touch the ground. Was she still talking? Ryder seemed to space out for a minute. Something about Sophie? He should look for Sophie. It had been a long time since he had anything to do with her. "I just followed you because I was curious why you called me Olive Oil, and no one seemed to be really talking to you... And I kind of wanted to try to make new friends on this trip. I mean, since we're going into some dangerous territory, it's good to have a companion or two, right? Just in case something happened?" ​

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He blinked, his blond lashes fluttering on his face. What? Zoey seemed so far away now even though she hadn't even moved. "Yeah..." he agreed, not really sure what she had asked him.​

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She grabbed for her backpack and scooted to the sliding door, getting ready to leave if she needed to. "I can leave you alone if you want me to. It's no biggie. I can find another place to sit."

Oh, she was leaving. His head lulled to the side and his hat fell to the floor as he stared up at her with his blue eyes. The pupils were dilated to the point where there was more black than blue from the irises. "Oh, um..." Shoot. Wait, what did she say? Leaving, right. "You can stay, if you want. I don't really care." He exhaled deeply. It fell like all the air in his body escaped with that breath and he felt heavy and sluggish. "I'm just gonna lie down," he told her. He kicked his legs up and laid back on the seats. His thick arms rested over his face and his blond hair fell to the side.

 

ஐ ...Days go on forever, but I have not left your side...ஐ​

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ʑoey Ⓐmber Ӄline​

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[OOC//Outfit-♣|Thoughts: This is interesting.|Place: Train|Mood:Anxious/Collective Though|Music: InuYasha's Lulalby| Day: 3/4 ]​

Zoey was about to stand up and open the door when Ryder's voice stopped her in place.

"You can stay, if you want. I don't really care."

She turned to see that Ryder seemed nearly out of it. In fact...

She squinted her eye at him, leaning in just enough to see his eyes better. "Whoa, hey, are you okay?" She could see that they were dilated, and he seemed to be staring at her as if he was stoned. She never done drugs, but she did know when people were on them thanks to her dad's medical textbooks and health class videos. Plus, someone in her life had a past with them. Although the idea that Ryder doped himself up sort of annoyed her, again she found herself not finding heart to blame him. He was going through some pretty rough times, and was still probably healing. This was probably one of his ways to cope. Poor guy.

His head was lulled to the side and his hat had fallen off his head and onto the floor. One eyed girl hardly noticed this and scooted to the edge of her seat towards Ryder. "You should take better care of yourself," Zoey said softly, instinctively reaching her hand out to touch his forehead to double check if he was sick or really drugged. He seemed warm, but fine. It was drugs, something told her that. What kind? She didn't want to know. She pulled away when he leaned back away from her, watching him carefully.

"I'm just gonna lie down," he told her.

"Okay." She sighed out, watching as he stretched out on the seat and put his arms over his face, probably to block out the light. Even though she just met him, she couldn't help but to feel some compassion for him. He shouldn't be doing this to himself. Zoey couldn't really judge or say anything. She would just be the peer with the listening ear. And if she left him alone on the train in this condition now, who knew what would happen. She wasn't going to watch anyone else die, not on her watch.

She stood up and went over to the window of the train, staring at the scenery as it rushed by. Without much thought, Zoey reached up and grabbed the blinds, pulling them down so the light was more dim for Ryder to be more comfortable. She then went to her backpack and unzipped it, pulling out a flannel blanket she wrapped up army style so it would fit in with everything else. She laid it across him, making sure she didn't cover his face. Although spring was here and it was supposed to be warmer, the compartments were a bit chilly on this train. Zoey then saw the cap on the floor and snatched it from the ground, dusting it off before she laid it next to Ryder on the seat.

"I'll watch out for you, okay?" Zoey wasn't sure if Ryder was coherent enough to hear her, but she smiled anyways. She did all she could to help out as an aquaintace-trying-to-be-a-friend.She sat back on her side of the compartment, scooting up to the wall right by the window with her backback. She made sure she could see Ryder breathing from where she was at before she rested her back by the window and began shuffling in her bag for her sketch book. "You better not take whatever your taking when we get closer to Bently," she commented, not really caring if Ryder heard her or not. "You don't want to be shanked unexpectedly."

She set her backpack on the floor before flipping her sketchbook open and let it sit on her lap as she contemplated what to draw. Suddenly, she thought to Estelle and Shane. She wondered how they were doing, Estelle being awkward and shy. She pulled her phone from her jean pocket and scanned through the contacts list (which didn't have many people) and easily found Estelle. She wrote out her message to her:

Zoey giggled at her own message under her breath before she set the phone on the seat beside her. Her own greenish-blue eyes fell on Ryder and she found herself taking in every little detail. His hair was a fair blond color, he was nicely built from what she remembered seeing, and maybe he had somewhat of a soft side under that hard shell of his. Maybe, just maybe.

Letting out a little breath of air, she tucked a loose hair strand behind her ear and began to doodle on the page. "No chance, no way Zoey girl," she mumbled to herself, shaking her head. "It's not going to happen with you."

 

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⟣ DATE⁞ Monday, March 14th, 2016 ⟡ DAY⁞ 01 3/4 ⟡ ♫ ⟢​

⟣ LOCATION⁞ Train ⟡ INTERACTION⁞ Zoey ⟢​

⟣ WEARING ⟡ OOC⁞ ✖ ⟢​

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While Ryder was lying there, he felt something warm and soft settle over his body. It was like bathing in teddy bears or something. Was he bathing in teddy bears? Everything felt so wavy right now that it was a good possibility. His arm felt to heavy to move from his face so he couldn't really look and be sure. Something light brushed against his side in the tub of stuffed animals. What? He laughed to himself.​

"I'll watch out for you, okay?" Where did that voice come from? Hm? Oh right -- Olive Oil. Er, Zoey. He nodded slowly, but kept his arms shut. What was on him? He couldn't really be bathing in teddy bears could he? If he was, then she was getting quite a show ... "You better not take whatever your taking when we get closer to Bentley," she commented, "You don't want to be shanked unexpectedly."

He laughed again. There was clicking and he thought maybe she was on her phone. Was he boring her? Hah! If she wanted to talk to her friends she should just join them, not feel guilty for interrupting. Kids. How much time has passed? His arm slid to his side and he stared at Zoey with clouded blue eyes. She mumbled something that he couldn't quite make out. No matter, he didn't really care. Everything seemed to sway to and fro and he squeezed his eyes shut tight. What had she said? Something about shanking? Hm ... -- His fingers lightly touched the blanket on his body. Ah, it was a blanket. Obviously the idea of bathing in teddy bears was ridiculous.

"I'll be fine," he muttered into the silence. Ryder probably sounded stupid for replying after such a long time, but it wasn't like he cared. He would have been just as happy to be alone, if not happier. He would take as long as he wanted to reply to someone that had followed him. "Prescription," he added. It was technically the truth, but the amount consumed would probably have his doctor in a frenzy.

 

ஐ ...Days go on forever, but I have not left your side...ஐ​

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ʑoey Ⓐmber Ӄline​

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[OOC// I will make my post prettier when I wake up later. Couldn't sleep so I decided to reply.Outfit-♣|Thoughts: This is interesting.|Place: Train|Mood:Anxious/Collective Though|Music: InuYasha's Lulalby| Day: 3/4 ]​

Zoey stopped doodling when Ryder laughed at her. So he still could hear her, ah. She laughed silently to herself, going back to doodling once more. It was pretty quiet in between the two of them for quite some time. She really wasn't drawing anything, just flowers, clouds, rainbows , ghosts, swirls, whatever came into her mind.

"I'll be fine," Zoey heard Ryder mutter finally after a moment. "Prescription."

Her pencil stopped once more and she peeked over her notebook at him. She stared at him for a moment before she scoffed. "Prescription, eh? They must have you on the good stuff if you're acting like this."Okay, so maybe she lied to herself about doing dugs. She never did anything hardcore, but the word prescription hit close to home. "You know they're going to get suspicious if you run out of your medication too soon," she said, speaking from experience.

She could see him looking at her here and there and raised her eyebrows at him. She then shook her head with a smile and set her pencil down. She reached over to her backpack and pulled out what it seemed a little pill holder, holding seven days of the week. Each day of the week held three to five different kinds of pills. "So, Clonazepam is for anxiety." She shook the pill holder, letting them rattle in their holder. "Take six 1mg of that, and you get a Clonazepam high. Feels like your flying and everything is light as a feather." She smiled, hitting her head gently against the wall behind her. "Haven't tried it, but I read about it. Seroquel, mood stabilizer, knocks you off your feet. Take 40mg twice in one go, and you could be sleeping in your bed for three days. Better work out a lot or you'll get fat taking Seroquel."

She set the pill holder on her sketch book, looking down at it. Whether Ryder was still listening or not, she didn't know. "Paxil, just helps drown out the reason why you're sad and the bad memories you want to forget..." She trailed off and then shoved the pill holder back in her backpack. Zoey didn't want to see it or keep explaining prescriptions. It felt like she was on them since forever, but it had only been a few years. Then new stuff would eventually take its place because her body adjusted to them and began to repel them instead of absorb the medications.

She turned a new page in her sketch book, staring down at the blank page. She didn't know what to draw now. She didn't even feel like doodling. "So, why did you tag along on this crazy adventure?" Zoey finally asked, quite curious to why Ryder was here with everyone else. If not drawing, then maybe she could find an interesting conversation to keep her from getting bored. Then again, with Ryder so drugged up, she probably wouldn't get an answer from him for weeks.

 

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⟣ DATE⁞ Monday, March 14th, 2016 ⟡ DAY⁞ 01 4/4 ⟡ ♫ ⟢​

⟣ LOCATION⁞ Train ⟡ INTERACTION⁞ Zoey ⟢​

⟣ WEARING ⟡ OOC⁞ ✖ ⟢​

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Olive Oil scoffed. Did she find him funny? A sour expression settled on his face. "Prescription, eh? They must have you on the good stuff if you're acting like this." Why was she even talking? All Ryder wanted was to enjoy his high in silence. She was just starting to make him feel bummed out. "You know they're going to get suspicious if you run out of your medication too soon," she said.​

"As if I didn't already know..." he muttered to himself. His blue eyes focused on a spot on the ceiling. The train had an interesting tile pattern up there, but it was also making his head spin again. He sighed.​

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"So, Clonazepam is for anxiety." There was a shaking noise and he glanced over to see Zoey rattling a pill bottle. "Take six 1mg of that, and you get a Clonazepam high. Feels like your flying and everything is light as a feather." She smiled, hitting her head gently against the wall behind her. "Haven't tried it, but I read about it. Seroquel, mood stabilizer, knocks you off your feet. Take 40mg twice in one go, and you could be sleeping in your bed for three days. Better work out a lot or you'll get fat taking Seroquel." Was she seriously explaining pills to him? If her goal was to make him stop, she was doing an awfully bad job at it.

She set the pill holder on some sort of notebook-thing, looking down at it. "Paxil, just helps drown out the reason why you're sad and the bad memories you want to forget..." She trailed off and then shoved the pill holder back in her backpack. What exactly had been the point of this lesson?

Ryder turned his attention back to the tile patterns on the ceiling and began to trace over them with his eyes. He didn't say anything in regards to the recreational uses of prescription pills listed. He just stayed silent and let the waves continue to wash over him. It felt nice and was actually enjoyable when Olive wasn't talking.

"So, why did you tag along on this crazy adventure?"

His head slid to the side and he stared at her with narrowed blue eyes. Why was it any of her business. Ryder flung the blanket off himself and sat upright, grabbing his head to withstand the sudden wave of vertigo. He picked up his hat with two fingers and slid it back on his head. Ryder rose a bit unsteadily to his feet, but regained his balance rather quickly. "It's none of your business," he said harshly before stalking out of the car. He turned to the left and stumbled angrily down the hall. His reasons were his reasons alone. No one else needed to know them.

 

ஐ ...Days go on forever, but I have not left your side...ஐ​

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ʑoey Ⓐmber Ӄline​

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[OOC// Outfit-♣|Thoughts: This is interesting.|Place: Train|Mood:Anxious/Collective Though|Music: InuYasha's Lulalby| Day: 4/4 ]​

Zoey stood up right when Ryder suddenly got up and made an attempt to leave. Her skietchbook tumbled on the floor in a heap, but she didn't care.

"It's none of your business," he said harshly before stalking out of the car.

Those words almost knocked the wind out of her. She pushed a button she shouldn't have pressed, but she didn't mean to. "Ryder! Wait a minute!" She snatched her phone off the seat and shoved it into her pocket before following him out. Zoey could see him stumbling around, having a hard time moving. Her heart rate went up even more as she became suddenly very worried about him.

She easily caught up to him, and took him by the shoulder. "Stop, wait. I didn't mean to pry." She moved out in front of him to stop him from going further. her one good eye wide with worry. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Just go back to the cabin, stay there until you feel better. I'll leave you alone, okay?" She searched those azure eyes with her own eye, seeing how dilated his pupils were. She wasn't really thinking of what Ryder would do when she stood in his way to make sure he didn't get past her. Though she was small, she could stand her ground pretty good. He could try to shove her out of the way and say nasty words, but she didn't care about that. She cared about his safety. And plus, she had been through far worse in the past. She could handle whatever came her way.

"Please Ryder," she begged, nudging him gently to go back. "You're not focused and stable enough to be out like this. Just go back. I'll grab my pack and go find my brother or Estelle. Just please, please go back." Her voice was strained, trying to reach Ryder's drugged up mind. She fought back the tears that were threatening to come. She asked for this though. She was the one that followed him. She didn't need to cry. She just didn't want to see Ryder passed out on the train elsewhere in a place that wasn't safe. If she knew he was back in the compartment she followed him in, she would be more at ease in her mind.

This was like facing her nightmare of the past, only at a more grown up age. Though Ryder wasn't drunk, he was close to it. He was angry too. She wasn't little and helpless though. Her heart thudded in her chest as she put both hands on his shoulders, trying to get him to go back. "Please...?"

 

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⟣ DATE⁞ Monday, March 14th, 2016 ⟡ DAY⁞ 01 4/4 ⟡ ♫ ⟢​

⟣ LOCATION⁞ Train ⟡ INTERACTION⁞ Zoey ⟢​

⟣ WEARING ⟡ OOC⁞ ✖ ⟢​

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"Ryder! Wait a minute!"​

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There was a shout from behind him, but Ryder ignored it. All he wanted was to find an empty car to spend the rest of the train ride in. The pill would be worn off by the time the train stopped and then he could find someone actually worth talking to on the ferry.​

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A hand caught him by the back of the shoulder and he groaned. "Stop, wait. I didn't mean to pry."​

"Whatever," he grumbled in annoyance.

She moved out in front of him. Zoey looked up at him, her one good eye wide with worry. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Just go back to the cabin, stay there until you feel better. I'll leave you alone, okay?" Her eyes was searching, for what he didn't know. Couldn't she just drop it? "Please Ryder," she begged, nudging him gently to go back. "You're not focused and stable enough to be out like this. Just go back. I'll grab my pack and go find my brother or Estelle. Just please, please go back." Her voice was strained. Why did she look like she was going to cry? His brow crinkled and his vision tunneled on her face. She definitely looked ready to cry. She put both hands on his shoulders, trying to get him to go back. "Please...?"

Ryder rolled his eyes and sighed. Her hands were still on his shoulders and he looked down at her with glossy blue eyes. He put his arms out straight and turned so that he had Zoey boxed in between the wall and himself. The bill of his hat touched her's and he stared down into her tearful blue eye. She was extremely close like this and Ryder could feel her breathing lightly against the skin on his neck. "Why are you crying?" He mashed his lips together feeling frustrated.

He pulled away and marched back down the hall to the private car he had come out of. If she wasn't going to be in there anymore than that was fine. It meant he would be alone. That's all he really wanted anyway. But he wasn't going to protest either if she decided to stay. He could really care less anymore. "Are you coming?" he called back from the doorway, not looking to see if Zoey was following.

When he got inside, he slumped down on the bench and let his arms fall over his face once more. He felt tired -- tired and annoyed. He yawned once, then rolled over onto his side, his arm dangling off the edge of the seat. It wasn't exactly comfortable for sleeping, but it would have to do until they got off. Sleep. Why was he going to Bentley? Because, something strange was going on and two of the people he was closest too -- even if he didn't like one of them -- had been there. He wanted to know what he avoided almost three years ago when his brother went missing last time. Thoughts of Bentley swam in his head until he passed out on the bench.

 

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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!

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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 ...❞

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❝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 ...

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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.❞

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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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Seeing everyone hop into the train as it arrived, she looked up at Dennis. "Well it looks like people are going in. We should go in too. Don't want us to get left behind do we?" Without waiting for a response, she hopped into the train. ​

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As both of them got on the train, she grabbed a random window seat and placed her bag above her head before taking a seat. ​

 

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"That's good to hear." Shane replied. It seemed that she had her time somewhat preoccupied since the last time they talked. That was certainly more than he did, even if the break wasn't that long. ​

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"I've missed you." ​

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The fact that she said this wasn't what was weird, the fact that it was in a different tone than the other things she said was. He could understand that she missed him since they did hang out a lot during winter break. But still, something about the way she said that. "Yeah, I missed hanging out with you too." ​

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As he continued to talk with Estelle, he could slowly feel himself calming down a bit. Even though it wasn't visible at all, he was quite worried about this whole thing. Only a small portion of the people there had experience with Bentley and since he wasn't one of them, he was pretty much unprepared for anything that might come. Still, he couldn't just sit there and worry about the unknown. So he just sat there as he waited for Estelle's response.​

 

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MOOD▹ !!! ⧉ LOCATION▹ TRAIN​

OOC▹ ✘ ⧉ INTERACTION▹ OLIVER ⧉ MUSIC​

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She could feel Oliver slide down to the floor beside her. Her face was still buried deep into her arms. She couldn't bear to look at him. Not after she touched him there! That was so indecent of her. She didn't have loose morals. She hadn't meant to do it on purpose. Her skin felt like it was on fire and she couldn't get her heart rate back to normal. The silence seemed to stretch on forever and she felt incredibly dizzy. Deep breaths didn't make her better, if anything it was worse. Dear God, kill me now! I'm sorry daddy... It wasn't supposed to be like this ...​

❝ Hey, ❞ Oliver's voice was soft in the darkness of the cabin. What could he possibly be thinking of her now? She hadn't meant to be so forward. It was an accident. His fingers brushed away the hair in her face, but she refused to look up. His thumb lightly grazed over her right cheek. It seemed to burn more intensely in the spots that his thumb touched. Her breathing was heavier, more ragged. What was this strange feeling? If she looked at him, he would see clearly how red she was, even in the dim lighting. ❝ Look at me. ❞

He moved closer and lifted her chin from her arms. She did as we was told. Pierce may not be good at most things, but following directions was easy. He pulled himself back. Did she do something else wrong? He shuffled around until he was sitting directly in front of her. Her breathing felt wheezy. Their eyes met. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't seem to break the intense gaze of his green eyes that seemed to lock her brown ones into place. This made her blush harder. He parted her legs -- what was he doing?! -- and fit himself in between. She swallowed down the saliva that seemed to collect in her mouth. Her lips were slitted apart and felt dry and cracked. Their noses bumped together. He was getting closer! He was so very, very close to her face. No one had ever been this close before. Her skin, which she thought was burning up before, seemed to raise an infinity amount of degrees. She swallowed nervously again. Blood continued to pound in her ears. Could he hear it? It was so loud. The whole train could probably hear it.

Oliver continued to inch closer until his lips were only a breath away. For a brief moment she remembered the time Sophie gave her a peck on the lips, it had been startling, but not intense like this. Was Oliver going to kiss her? She wanted him to. She wanted him to so desperately that it hurt inside. Pierce feared she might faint before that moment actually happened. She was so dizzy. His lips were ...

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Gone ...

Oliver 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? Pierce's face fell. He didn't kiss her. He didn't kiss her. He didn't kiss her. Did he even want to? Had she imagined the whole thing? She had been getting her hopes up for nothing again. It was all in her head. Oliver couldn't have wanted to actually kiss her. Her face was more red now than it had probably ever been in her entire life. It would be practically silly of you to let yourself be swept off your feet, only to be tossed away later. She got caught up in her emotions. Her imaginations were actually delusions. Sophie was right. Why didn't she listen to her more often. The backs of her eyes began to sting. No. She couldn't cry, not now. It wasn't fair. She bit down on her bottom lip to hold back the wave of pain trying to break through.

❝ Sorry. ❞ He stood up and grabbed his backpack, throwing it over his shoulder. ❝ Really sorry.❞ Oliver started to move towards the door.

No. No, no, no. She shook her head back and forth, tears flinging free. He was leaving and she had made a completely fool of herself in front of him. He wouldn't come back either. It would be too uncomfortable for him. This was it. She could feel the breaking through as she buried her eyes in the palms of her hands. ❝ ... Oliver -- ❞ No stuttering, stammering, tripping over words or the like. She needed to get out whole, unrepeated, sentences. ❝ Don't - don't go, ❞ she already failed, ❝ Please don't go. I'm sorry. Sophie was right. I was just - I just thought ... ❞ she sniffled. Her arm wiped fiercely across her face, dragging the tears away. ❝ I should have listened. Of course you wouldn't ... Why - why would anyone -- with me ... ❞

Pierce lifted her head, looking up at him with puffy red eyes. They were glossy from crying. She choked back a sob. She had been dumb to think that he might want to kiss her. Her face fell again and she pushed herself back against the seat. ❝ Stupid ... So stupid ... Of course he wouldn't want to ... ❞ She hugged her knees to her chest and buried her face in her arms again. ❝ S - sorry, ❞ she choked out into her body, rather muffled. She felt so disappointed -- disappointed in not listening to Sophie, for Oliver not kissing her, and for actually believing that for a moment he may have truly wanted to.

 

<< IGNITE REVOLUTION >>​

The train chugged on and on and on, slithering across the tracks and taking forever to reach its destination. But Torvald didn't care. He was filled with enough frustration to snugly grasp his eyes and avert them from whatever rational thoughts he could have pondered upon today. Staying with those terrifying unearthly capitalist bourgeois peons was going to metastasize the painful throes of insanity already about to envelop his poor brain.

So he paced around, holding his hands behind his back, his heavy boots rattling the wooden floor of the caboose in fearful intimidation. He cast his gaze towards the ceiling, and then occasionally back to the ground, muttering to himself words that were lost to the train's loud rumble. And after trembling his lip in deep consideration, he would stop with a loud stamp, pivot, and turn directly to his audience, ready to continue his spiel.

<< FINALIZE, FINALIZE! THE SHREDS OF CLOTH THAT BIND HUMANITY TO ITS MATERIAL POSSESSIONS WILL SOON ENOUGH BE BURNT AWAY BY THE LIGHT OF THE SUN AS IT RISES AMONG THE HORIZONS OF THE REDEEMED SOULS WHO SEE THE LIGHT OF REVOLUTION! THIS IS A WORLD OF THE WORKING CLASS! THOSE WHO CONTRIBUTE AND THOSE WHO DESERVE THE OWN FRUIT OF THEIR LABOUR, NOT TO BE SO MEASLY TOYED AND PLAYED AROUND WITH BY THOSE WHO TREAT SUCH MATERIAL POSSESSIONS WITH THE UTMOST DISRESPECT OF THEIR VERY EXISTENCE!

THE LAYMAN MAY BE UNEDUCATED, THE LAYMAN MAY ONLY FEEL THE BREEZE UPON HIS BACK AS HIS ONLY TEACHER, AND THE TELL-TALE BREATHS OF THE SEASONAL SOILS AS HIS ONLY SCHOOL TEXT, BUT DEEP WITHIN THE LAYMAN'S HEART RESTS A FIRE. WHAT FIRE, DO YOU ASK? >> Torvald gesticulated violently as he moved closer and closer to his audience, his face red with passion, and a breathy, delicate smile of thinly-strung, provocative satisfaction lining the melancholic ridges of his cheeks. << IT IS A FIRE OF FREEDOM, OF JUSTICE, OF EQUALITY OF ALL PEOPLE! FOR WE ARE NOT TO BE DIVIDED BY THE ARTIFICIAL CONSTRUCTS THAT WE OURSELVES HAVE BOUND OURSELVES TO, OURSELVES! NO MORE WILL THE TATTERED BLACK CLOTHS HOLD US DOWN UPON THE BED OF DISCONTENT AND DISSATISFACTION WITH LIVES AND LIVELIHOOD! WE MUST TOPPLE THE ENEMIES! WE MUST FIGHT THEM ON THE SHORES, ON THE SEAS, IN THE BANKS, BOOKS, BAGGAGE CLAIMS, BARS, AND WHEREVER ELSE THEY MAY SHOW THEIR DISGUSTINGLY PUTRID FACES, GREEN WITH ENVY OVER OUR PASSIONATE STRUGGLE TO GIVE WHAT IS OUR OWN BACK TO OURSELVES!

THE HISTORY OF HUMANITY IS THAT OF STRUGGLE, PASSIONATE STRUGGLE, AND REVOLUTIONS! REVOLUTIONS TO TOPPLE THE OLD AND BRING FORTH THE NEW, SO THAT HUMANITY'S HEART OF DISSENTING OPINION AND TECHNOLOGICAL PROGRESSION MAY LIVE ON! WE ARE ALL EQUALS THAT DESERVE TO LIVE IN PEACE AND HARMONY, NOT THE RESTRAINTS OF BLASÉ, DISCONCERTING ARTIFACTS OF BARBARIAN PHILISTINES LIKE "MONEY" AND "PRIVATE PROPERTY", THAT RUINS OUR NATURALLY NOBLE NATURES AND TURNS US INTO A HIVE OF SKINLESS SIMPLETONS!

SO THIS IS WHY I CALL UPON REVOLUTION FROM THE STARS TO THE VERY ENDS OF THE EARTH THEMSELVES! MY VISION IS A VISION OF UTOPIA NOT SIMPLY FOR MYSELF, OR FOR YOU! >> Torvald pointed to his little guest. <<IT IS A SYMPHONY. MY REVOLUTION, IT IS A SYMPHONY! WHERE EVERYONE HAS A PART, AND THOUGH SOME, NAY, ALL MAY HAVE THEIR OWN INDIVIDUAL PARTS, THEY COME TOGETHER IN EQUALITY TO FORM HARMONY AND EGALITARIAN SPLENDOR!>>

<<THINK, MY WISE ONE, WHO IS UNTAINTED BY THE OBNOXIOUS LAVISHNESS OF MODERN DAY SOCIETY! UNTAINTED BY THE BEHEMOTHS OF FRUGAL OBLIVION THAT SHALL LEAD US ALL PAST THE EVENT HORIZON WHEN THE WORKING CLASS MAY RECLAIM OURSELVES AND LIVE AS SAINTS IN THE UTOPIA OF HUMANITY! WE MAY ALL LIVE TOGETHER, BUT WE MUST TOPPLE AND CRUSH THE BOURGEOIS UNDERNEATH OUR RUBBER BOOTS, OUR CONSTRUCTION BOOTS, THE SHOES WE SHINED OURSELVES! WITH A REVOLUTION, ANYTHING WE PUT OUR MINDS TO IS POSSIBLE, AND I AM POSITIVE THAT MY REVOLUTION WILL LEAD NOT JUST HUMANITY TO VICTORY, BUT ALL LIFE FORMS THAT FOLLOW IN THE PATH OF THE

GLORIOUS

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<< CEASE REVOLUTION >>​

xxxxxxTorvald stood on the table, gasping violently for air, his eyes wide and crazy. His arms were frozen in mid-air; held out as if he were trying to give the entire world a hug, and by his boot lay a fallen glass of water, precariously rolling to and fro by the table's edge, taunting the air to fall to the ground with a clatter.

The small black puppy cocked its head, its eyes wide with curiosity. It lounged calmly on the leather end seats of the train car, its small puffy tail wagging in excitement over the feverish blood-boiling speeches that raised the temperature of the room by five degrees.

The puppy's face was briefly flat as its eyes scanned Torvald's eccentric starfish on the table, before lolling out its tongue and letting out an excited yelp. It tried to lift itself up from the seat, but it let out a whimper of pain before setting down its small delicate paws.

Torvald immediately jumped from the table with a worried expression. He ran towards the puppy, his boots slamming hard against the wooden floor.

<< You stupid mutt, >> He grumbled, kneeling by the shivering animal. He adjusted his tie briefly and closed his eyes, letting out a soft sigh. Torvald stroked the puppy's soft black fur and gently untucked its front forepaw from below its body. It was so small that Torvald could only hold it with three fingers, but a large white bandage ran from the middle of the paw all the way down the puppy's arm.

<<Just-- just hold on for a bit. Thank Marx I had my first aid kit. The uh-- the Conductor, he's coming to look for you soon-->>

The door opened behind Torvald.
He immediately let go of the puppy's paw and jumped up, turning around. The Conductor leaned by the car door, slick in his blue suit and peaked black cap. The gold buttons on his jacket glistened in the car's warm lounge light.

<< You've been causing a hunk of a commotion. >>

Torvald narrowed his eyes. << I found the damn dog. Take care of your pets more responsibly, the thing's hurt bad. Some entertainment did the mutt good. >> He walked over to the Conductor and gazed down at him; Torvald had a good few inches over the mid-sized man.

The Conductor calmly looked up, his moustache twitching as he chewed on some gum slowly. << Ain't my problem if we've got stray mutts on this train. 'Course, you of all people would be the one who'd want to sympathize with the mange-carrying fleabags. >>

Torvald's eyes widened. He balled his fist tightly, but like a pop, he slowly deflated away, and looked away from the Conductor with frothing resentment. << You're a disgrace to the working class. >>

<< You're a disgrace to health workers, you're supposed to be with people, not animals. >>

<< Yeah? I'm looking at one right now. >>

<< Ha! >> The Conductor slapped his knee and walked towards the puppy. He gently it up, tickling its ears as the soft black form curled up in its arms. << I'll be giving, uh ... Jeremiah, yeah, a nice new home. Maybe. Thanks for your help, kid. >>

Torvald watched as the Conductor began walking away. << What's the point of giving a homeless stray a name? >>

<< Didn't you have a name for the thing? >>

Torvald bit his lip. << Yes, but I-- >>

<< Well there you go. >> The Conductor stopped by the door, but did not turn to look back at Torvald. << He has a new name now. What does a name matter to a street dog that the universe wouldn't give a matter of hell if it disappeared off the planet? >>

Torvald's heart suddenly grew heavy.

The Conductor opened the door. << Thanks for all the help. I'll see what I can do with this guy. Don't worry, I won't hurt him. >>

With a snap, the Conductor shut the door, leaving Torvald alone in the large car, and carrying away another friend Torvald could have made but failed yet again to keep in his life.

 

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⎛ DAY 1 ‖ 4/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ MARCH 14TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ TRAIN STATION ⎠​

⎛ MOOD ‖ IN PAIN/DIZZY ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 0.5% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠​

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Freddie hadn't let go of her hand, and she wasn't sure if she minded that or not. Lucas had stayed in the cabin with them for a little while, but she could tell he had other things on his mind; still, he wouldn't leave unless she told him to . . . Or do much of anything else, for that matter. For his better interest, she gave him permission to be about the train as he wished, and he promptly left.

Meanwhile, Sophie laid her head on Freddie's shoulder as they exchanged murmurs of conversation about recent events and what might happen on this trip. For the most part, the trial had been avoided, but it couldn't help but pop up every now and then. She didn't mind talking about it, but it still stressed her out a great deal.

❝Considering all things, I'm lucky to have my parents backing me up.❞ she mumbled, feeling heavy irony at the statement. ❝My father . . . Despite everything, he's willing to help.❞ Which was nice, she guessed.

A few times in and out of the conversation, Sophie dozed off into her pain-induced sleep and then would awake if the train hit a bump that was particularly painful. Hopefully, her body would be okay, soon; springtime was a wonderful season for starting to swim, and she missed it a lot. Swimming in a salt-water pool wasn't the same as a lake or the actual ocean . . .

A familiar feeling swept over her, and she sat up. ❝I need to use the restroom,❞ she murmured to Freddie, standing up and then letting go of his hand. She slid open the door, leaning up against it for a moment of physical weakness, and then glanced over at her friend, ❝. . . Thank you.❞

Feeling her legs wobble, she quickly escaped the cabin and walked down the long stretch of walkway. With short breaths of exhaustion, she leaned up against the walls every few seconds or so. This was ridiculous. She was so weak. All the thoughts of everything were brushing through her mind, fighting for dominance.

Sophie suddenly had the overwhelming desire to see Pierce. She didn't know which cabin she had gone in, and with him, no less. Ahh, the thought steamed her, but she couldn't seem to focus on that anger. She walked into another car, hoping to find Lucas ( even though she had originally sent him away ), but instead found the one person she currently loathed to see. He wasn't facing her, but the door clicked shut.

Odd, Pierce wasn't with him. She wondered where the girl was.

Her head felt light and she tried to fight it. ❝Did you leave her?❞ Sophie asked Oliver, taking a few wobbly steps closer, ❝Ahh, I don't know why she likes you so much.❞ If he heard that, she didn't mean for him to. ❝I . . . don't — . . . Shit.❞

THUMP.

Sophie passed out.

 

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"Yeah, I missed hanging out with you too."



Estelle beamed with a delighted smile. She was going to say something else, but then her phone had vibrated in her pocket.

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To: Estelle​

From: Zoey​

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Hey lover guuuuurl~ How are you holding up with handsome Shane-Shane? ;D​

Estelle blushed and almost tripped over her own boot. She laughed at Zoey's text but she did need to text her back. Estelle replied:

To: Zoey​

From: Estelle​

Omg Zoey Lol. I'm doing fine but I'm so nervous I got like no idea what to say to him. I'm not good at these things! Heeeelp~​

Estelle smiled at Shane and then put her phone back into her pocket. "Sorry about that." She said. "They're worried about me." She said. She wasn't exactly telling a lie, she didn't say who was worrying her. It just happened to be Zoey. She fixed her hair again, nervous and having no clue what to say.



"Oh, Shane. Maybe you've mentioned it before, I don't quite remember, but do you have any brothers or sisters?" Estelle asked, trying to make conversation. She took out her sketch book and started to draw. "Would you like me to draw something for you?" She asked, turning to a new page and getting ready to draw.
Her heart was beating so fast she thought he could hear it too. She wondered what Zoey had been up too. She wondered where everyone else was... not that she really cared. Zoey had been right, she DID want to see Shane again more then anyone else. Estelle's face was still glowing bright red, just being near him made her blush. As she tried to figure out what to say to him she waited for his response. She felt a little light headed now, was that part of all these feelings too?



She looked down for a second, it must've been the train. She looked back up at him, she felt a bit better. She hoped that she wouldn't get sick. She looked out the window, it was getting late wasn't it. Oh well, she would talk with him as long as he wanted to speak with her.

 

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{~~~Day 1 (4/4)~~~March 14th, 2016, Monday~~~Location: Train~~~Mood:Comrade!~~~Music~~~Ooc:~~~}

The rest of the gang had gathered up in the place and the train had arrived on schedule. Too on schedule. No form of public transit ever appeared when it was supposed to and this made Evan suspicious for all of two seconds until he completely forgot he was suspicious of this. He looked around and noticed a few folks already boarding the train to go to Bentley. 'GoodJuniorDetectives,' he thought, smiling at everyones "eagerness" to get on with the self made investigation. He still wasn't entirely sure why most of the Fortissimo group was children. One would think that it'd be left to the ever so responsible adults, adults like Evan. He would get to the bottom of this case or his name wasn't Evan Detective Walker...which it wasn't but he decided to put that behind him for the moment. With nothing more to do he walked on board the train to get the party started.

Once on board he just sort of walked around noticing everyone fall into their different seating areas and Evan wondered who he could go pair up with. All the young-uns probably had their own little cliques and such that they were forming, and as lackadaisical as Evan was, he wasn't planning on going to go intrude on these young-uns and their youthful socialness. That left the group of adults, who while Evan thought of joining them, decided that perhaps they were doing their own investigation methods and he just might end up getting in the way. Regardless he took off his sunglasses because he was inside and there was nary a pun to be made. It was at this moment of pondering that he heard a voice, a rather boisterous one at that. One that could only belong to the only other level headed individual he could completely trust this case with...aside from Erik.

He started rollerblading to the direction the voice was coming from. Upon entering the room his suspicions had proven to be all too true. "Wellhellothereequallyasimportanttomeinthiscase,DetectiveTorvald." He stood there for a second and didn't actually recall Torvald getting on the train, but he brushed that thought aside. Instead of asking about that he continued with his usual carefree persona asking, "soItakeityouweredoinganotheroneofyourusualeffervescentgrandiose speechesabouttherevolutionsrequiredtotakedowntherich?" He quite enjoyed Torvald's speeches and as such decided always to use big words that he usually thought made sense in context. However, Evan didn't usually think of the rich as the first and foremost problem they should rise against. "ManIkeepsayingit'snottherichweshouldbeoverthrowing," he put up his hand blocking a side of his face, in case anyone was watching and whispered, "it's'bigbrother'man.Alwayswatchingandmonitoringeverythingwedo."His eyes shifted from side to side, thinking that the government had bugged the train, like he thought they bugged most everything.

 

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❝... 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.

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"I see." Shane said in response. He didn't know who exactly was worried about her and chose not to ask about it. Something like that didn't truly matter that much unless it was something major. Which he was certain that there would be some clear way of knowing that it was serious in case it turned out to be. ​

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When she brought up the question about siblings, he was about to answer her, but a small yawn interrupted him. Guess he was starting to get tired. "I'll tell you later, I'm starting to feel a bit tired." No sooner than he said that, he leaned his head back on the seat he was sitting on. That was probably going to be uncomfortable or leave some kind of after effect in the morning, but that was the position he took as he drifted off to sleep.​

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The discussion about their plans and trip went on without letting neither Erik or Maria know the ulterior motives of shedding some blood. Neither of them would understand, Bryan thought, and he wasn't going to let himself be stopped from getting what he craved.

The plan was Whittleton, for the time being, since that was where they would all be dropped off. They would probably stay there for a few days and gather as much information on Bentley as they could ( Bryan wasn't afraid of resorting to torture, either ), and then after that, they would hit their target location. A part of him didn't even care about getting answers, it was just bloodthirsty; another part wanted to find out all he could . . . The more human side, recently.

He sighed. It was getting late.

A familiar voice rang throughout the train and Bryan remembered that Torvald came along. Sigh.

"It's late." he said factually to the others, "We should probably rest." Though he doubted he would be able to get any, he had left the cabin and had come back with some blankets and pillows for the others. He situated himself so that if Maria wanted to sleep on his shoulder or lap, she could. He didn't mind her much for the moment.

After sparing a tentative glance at Erik, and then Julius, Bryan bid the group good night, and then leaned his head on the wall, breathing in and out evenly with counting until he fell asleep.