Caravan Consternation: Prequel

[The New Student Dean]

Excursion To Sacramento

On this day, many birds were flying in the sky. Arrow formations, perfect 'V's' flying across the sky. Up there in the blue skies. Just that sort of day. Winds were blowing, but the world at peace. Everything serene. Blue skies. Giving everyone so much hope. Just that feeling. Just that vibe. That something fantastic would happen today. And everyone could feel. Everyone. ...Including "Kaufman".

Lightly, he lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply, as he walked from his car, towards the station... Fifteen minutes early. Blasting smoke through his nostrils, he pattered off bits of charred ashes to his side. His brass knuckles tucked quietly in his back pockets, the depression hidden by his shirt, and his eyes absolutely ecstatic. A hop to his feet, as he almost couldn't resist doing a happy little jig. Smile, bright on his face. Sheer happiness... but his eyes told of the wrong kind.

The Enforcers were already there.

Smiling at the rather known (at least to them) Student Dean, they smiled in turn. Indeed, some strange sort of happiness was in the air. Many of them were standing in some sort of 'wall-like' formation, obviously to lead on all participants.

..And towards end of the line? Why... one of the Enforcer Captains. "Alter Mann". "Kaufman" grinned at his 'old' friend. "..Really now, lad. To reserve an ENTIRE train for the school's uses, Mann-lad? I swear, I don't know where you get the money from... lad."

A grin crossed beneath those sallowed, sunken eyes.. "Hahahahahaha... vell... it is ONLY RIGHT zat ve give ze children... ze 'best' education we have to offer, yes?"

The both of laughed heartily. Perhaps in a sickly matter. But nonetheless. With a hefty pat on the back, "Alter Mann" slowly walked into the train's 'Car 10'. Leaving "Kaufman" by himself to observe the long lengths of the train. Yes. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Bullet-proof. The latest in technology to make the ride incredibly smooth, making for amazing transitions. Doors that were so secure that unless you had God-like strength, you could not tear a person out. There would be no accidents. And all connecting cars were flexible, yet made it so that a person was completely encased in the train at all times.

...In other words, once you got in, the conductor would make sure you would snugly 'stay' in, until you got to your destination. Safest ride in the world. But then, this was from L.A. to Sacramento. How could it NOT be? Yes, part of it was subterranean, but most of it was on the surface. And better yet, should a person stand on the top of the train, they would find it flat, with rail-ways on the edges to make sure you didn't fall off (Of course, you couldn't be on top, when the train was moving at its full 120 MPH... but at its... 60 MPH). ...So yes, there were ceiling doors, but transitioning from car to car that way would be highly dangerous.

Top-quality cuisine. Good food. Free beverages. Free, on-basis meals. For what this was costing, the MEALS better come free. ...It was like... 'paying for the ultimate last supper'.

And better yet? Those planned out detours for it to stop, for people to see? Well aye. Little picnics. Little meals. Sight-seeing. Tours. All for Sacramento. All for one week---

"..Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha... HAHAHAHahahahahahahahahahaha... lad."

"Simply... beautiful, lad. Could not be anymore perfect if I do say so myself, lad..."

Holding up his arms, to behold the ultimate machine. His ultimate plan that would skyrocket him to the top.---

...All the kids just needed to get their correct Car tickets put into place now...

---This would be... one HELL of a ride.

[Veyugan ~*]

Veyugan ascended the nine-flat-nine staircase that led to the train station loading docks with a little jog. The train instantly came into view. It was a rather long train - sleek, majestic looking. Could the school afford this? The train looked fit for someone of noble blood, maybe even a king. A thin smirk spread across his lips as Veyugan fastened his kris behind him, concealing it with his shirt. By the time on the station clock, Veyugan was nearly ten minutes early. His advance would be slow, casual. Why? There was time to waste! A right hand delicately reached into his right pocket, retrieving a pack of Camel Infused. The orange-colored lid was popped open, revealing three cigarettes. Veyugan's white orbs widened. One whole week... Three whole cigarettes. How would he survive?

Letting out a deep sigh, Veyugan removed one of the cigarettes. The pack was placed back into his pocket, his hand coming back out with a blue BIC lighter. With a simple flick, Veyugan brought the flame to the tip of the cigarette, inhaling simutaneously as the tobacco began to burn. A sigh of satisfaction left him, along with the smoke, as he came upon the back of the student dean. Veyugan had never met the student dean, so he had no idea who was in front of him. A simple side step was made as he began to walk past the man - heading for a solitary bench parallel to the train. When he reached the bench, his small backpack dropped to the ground as he allowed himself to sit upon the wire-metal weaving of the bench.

[Mitsuki Park]

At the bottom of the steps stood a girl in her mid-teens, ticket in hand as she stared lifelessly at the...what are they called again? Enforcers? What a field trip this was turning out to be; enforcers. Couldn't get any better than that. A light sigh escaped her lips as she looked over at the large, fancy clock, noting she was exactly nine minutes early. The only other person that didn't look so much like an enforcer was a blue haired guy, though she wasn't sure he was a student; maybe one of those...grah, forgot the wo-- chaperone's. There we go.. Unless he was a student smoking, which was way too common in the state of California itself. She was suddenly relieved that she was wearing the hospital mask, as it blocked out the scent of the smoke. Healthy, healthy...wouldn't want to die from lung cancer, y'know?

..car ten...

Ticket loosely held in her hand as she walked forward toward the appropriate car. She was slightly annoyed by how majestic the train itself looked, because it must have cost a whole butt load of money. Which made her wonder why they didn't spend that money on the education..certainly someone, ANYONE, would've been better than Mr. Winklewhatshisface. Goodness, it can't get any worse than that. She sat down in the way back, away from the aisle as she stared out the window; nothing to see...but the seats were oddly comfortable to sit in...maybe the field trip wouldn't be so bad but..she wouldn't count on it. This was PHS #259 we're talkin' about. Something's bound to go wrong.[/color]

[seishounohana]

Emily sat on her seat on the train, somewhat waiting for something to happen. She felt it. Something was up behind the scenes... either that or she was just being paranoid. Emily arrived pretty early, to her delight.

Then again, she had rarely been wrong.

'So... does this f'in field trip include manslaughtering sessions?'

'No.'

'Killjoy!'

'Shut. Up.'

Emily looked at the aisle of the car as someone familiar entered the car. It was a person from Mr. Winklewood's class. This Filipina hadn't been pretty good with names, but she was good with faces - hence why she remembered her so quickly - she just needed a name.

She looked just as uneasy about this trip as she was.

[Travis Delmonte]

With a yawn and a stretch, Travis was ready to go. His left hand would be at his hip, that thumb through one of the belt loops on his jeans. That other arm swung slowly by his side as his boots carried him down the stairs and toward the grand train in front of him. Those icy blues looked about, left and right. Though he really didn't recognize anyone just yet, he didn't care much.

After all, he couldn't remember the last time he had sat down and simply talked with someone from the school. He hadn't seen Woomin, he hadn't seen Chi. He was alone, but it wasn't like he really cared.

That right hand of his would cease it's swinging just long enough for him to lift it and slide it into his right pocket. From the pocket of those blue jeans would come the ticket, which held his car number for the train. A quick glance and he would return it to his pocket, and he would prepare to board Car number 9. He was quite ready for a relaxing trip. Eyes half-shut, he planned to find a place to sit, get comfy and take a little nap.

[Keith]

Shit, these gloves are heavy...

Keith packed light for this field trip. He had this ticket which was for car 10. The reason for packing light was because his new gloves that are supposed to increase his performance felt like he was wearing ten pound weights around his hands. But, he had to wear them in order to get used to them.

He had on his black denim pants, black street shoes, a tucked-in blue tanktop, and an untucked black silk short sleeved shirt that was buttoned up. Black shades were placed over his eyes. Keith wasn't going to pack any clothes, he could just use the laundry or something while up in Sacramento.

Governator lives up in Sac-town...

A thought was that he could possibly storm into the govenor's office and kidnap the man. This was a 259 fieldtrip. It would provided as a perfect cover.

Keith wasn't down with hanging around the other students. But Keith noticed that there were other enforcers around. Seemed like he might need some allies for this field trip. He was on guard because there was the possibility that enforcers would be breathing down his back.

Guess it's time to board the train.

He would enter train car 10. Keith would be on his own. He would have no "allies" this time.

[hualord]

Mr. Jason King was already aboard the train, on car eight. Reading a newspaper and enjoying some perpetually black coffee. It was so dark, that one could convince a child that it sucked in light. There was something seriously wrong with a man that needed to drink that to get up in the morning. Really.

He hummed to himself, sitting in his seat, enjoying his coffee, and his newspaper. The DOW and NASDAQ were down again. The Yankees lost, and Bush was apologizing for something again. Something wasn't right though, he could tell by the fact that some of the articles were missing. There was a fucking hole in his paper.

"THAT SONUVABITCH RIPPED ME OFF! I'MA KILL HIM!"

When I get back....

SSSSIIIIIIIPPPPPPP

He said, getting up and almost spilling the coffee in his hand. Oh dear, that steaming cup would have burned a hole through the bottom of the train. He sat down though, and tried to enjoy the rest of the newspaper. 3 murders, that's not bad. Not good, but not bad. Could be higher.

[valekin]

It'll probably be higher by the end of the day. Valekin boarded the train, getting his ticket ripped in half. He imagined it screaming violently as the dude in the funny hat did so. He forgot what that guy was called. He simply walked onto the train then, and got onto car nine. How on God's green earth did this psychopath get a ticket?

Ehhh, who cares?

"Kehye ha ha..."

That was all that came out of his mouth as the ticket got ripped in half. Really what he was thinking, as I said, was something along the lines of a tiny man being ripped in half by gigantic thumbs. He screamed for his life, but Valekin heard a fly's voice. He stepped into the car, and sat himself down in the seat farthest away from his current location. Which was all the way down, on the left side, by the window. He got to watch people as they boarded the train. YAY!

[Veyugan ~*]

The cigarette fell, and became extinguished underneath Veyugan's shoe. A sigh came, the last drag of smoke exiting through his nostrils, causing his eyes to slightly water. Tranquility. Veyugan was at peace, and hoped to remain this way throughout the duration of the train ride. There was hope that he wouldn't be bothered - hope he would find a seat to himself next to a window. He didn't sign up for this train ride to make friends. This was an way to get away - his own little vacation. If he liked it in Sacramento, he might end up staying there. Who knew?

His body carried him into 'Car Nine,' as that's what his ticket said. There was a man aboard taking tickets, and ripping them in half. Veyugan watched without care as his ticket was handed back to him. As he passed by the man, there was a comment said to Veyugan; There was to be no smoking on this train. White orbs rolled around in place, disregarding the comment made. However, Veyugan replied with his own little comment.

"No, I don't have any pretzels."

A slight smirk came upon his lips as he continued his walk - heading for the seat closest to the opposite door he had just entered from. First row, on the far right - window seat. Veyugan would be the first person seen aside from the mini-bouncer when people entered the train. Also, he seemed to be closest to the door. Before he sat down, he pocketed his ticket stub, and placed his cigarettes on the small tray in front of him. His kris was removed from being tucked into his pants, and placed carefully on the windowsill. Another sigh came. He just wanted to be there already. He was tired of waiting.

["Unfettered"]

OOC: Eh. Just assuming your part of the workforce and I know your name by now, Emily. >_> I'll be sure to catch up on that thread.

Bad Vibes

The morning wasn't nearly as relaxing as it could've been. All "Unfettered" was this overwhelming sense of dread. Yes, the tickets were cheap. Yes, the food was going to be good. And yes, there wasn't going to be all that much noise anyways (not too many people signed up for it...), but it was just a feeling he couldn't shake. Probably just nothing, anyways. But why do it? Well... as... for what he could say, perhaps the last remaining S.H.C.P., he still felt it his duty to supervise over things. Still hadn't had a chance to look over Mr. Asiv's grave. Still hadn't completely settled in. Like his head was in some strange area of thought where things just sorta crashed in. And just did what they were supposed to. Life wasn't perfect, obviously. And in cases like this, well, he may be just a sophomore, but these past few weeks had gone by too peacefully. Much too peacefully, especially after the way he got back to America, not even counting L.A.~

Stepping out of the shower, he went over to the mirror, as he toweled himself dry, leaving his hair somewhat.. wet still, but aye. Hygiene had been something he had taken for granted, something he had been deprived of, in those two weeks. Putting on his vest, he started up the sink, just sort of washing himself off. As he looked in the mirror though... he saw a flash of Mark. Sort of like he was staring at him, instead of himself. He grinned slightly, a little quietly to himself... but not because he was happy. And anyways... a memory was only a memory. "Unfettered" didn't have both his eyes anymore. And all he saw where his left eye should've been was a black hole, where the surgeons decided it useful under his 'dear Grandfather's' request to place a metal chamber at. For storing things. 'Yes, thanks' was his sarcastic thought.

Putting his vest away, feeling slightly warmed up, he put on a wife beater. And than a white, short-sleeved shirt. And then his black jacket coat. And then... a scarf. All the while, pulling up jeans, he slid on his gloves. Pulling towards himself a briefcase, he hefted it up. Yeah. Held his 'gear' in there. And his backpack? Weighing it onto his back, he felt the satisfying amount of food in there. A meat pie with tenderly roasted beef, potatoes, and peas. Made fresh, from scratch, just last night. A 'Shepard's' pie. As well as a pack of Spezi (no time to find one of those 'keep cool' packs, so, 'twould be lukewarm...), and a full twelve loaves of bread, wrapped up in a nice German blanket. And of course, a few pairs of clothes from the motherland, and other things, stored accordingly. Patriotic? I dare say so. Paranoid? Maybe even more so.

Even when going out, he took his German Cane with him. Just in case.

Leaving the restaurant was easy. Saturday, he'd left a few of the others in charge, while he was gone away. Leaving on a taxi was easy. Drivers were getting familiar at dropping off people at this area. Good for business, and good for getting to school. Leaving the taxi was easy. He had everything on him, heavy or no. But all throughout his means of transportation... the feeling of unease never left him. What was it? Did he forget something? Was it the fact that this was a REALLY expensive train that they were paying so cheaply for that bothered him? A mixture of morales and other things, in his head? Well, not to say that it was exactly... a good thing. Had some strange amount of guilt, but he didn't know why. Pssh.

For a man with no left eye, he continually scanned the scene, as he entered the premises, stepping up... eyes watching rather warily of the Enforcers. ...The last time they had met... wasn't under such happy circumstances, after all. ...But the girl certainly was a cute one, pink-hair and all. Pity she tried to strangle him. ..Shrugging his head, he leaned onto his cane, as he hefted his backpack and briefcase about. And pushed onward. The Enforcers ever watchful. ...Passing "Kaufman".

...Was he the man he was supposed to swear loyalty to? Or was it the new Supervisor... Mr.... whatever his name was? Whatever. He'd think about it after this trip. With a whisk, one of the Enforcers ripped his ticket in half. "Unfettered" nodding in 'gratitude', before climbing into Car 10.---Well, wow.

Didn't expect to see you guys in here.

"..Hey guys."

Eyes lighted up a bit, as he saw the girl who'd he'd bumped into. ...Emily. ..Then slightly dimmed down, as his eyes found 'Keith'. ...And then.. well.. didn't even know what his own eyes were doing, as he saw the School Captain. Well. Wasn't really one to strike a conversation anyways, but this had suddenly gotten a little awkward for him. That... 'rose', he left behind? Had she found it? Provided, she seemed either very tired, or sort of pissed off, the last time they'd met. So... wasn't gonna press it. He sat down next to, and about three feet away from Emily, nodding to everyone, as he looked at them.---

---'That is.. of course, until he looked all the way to the other side of the car. To see an old man staring back at him. With a... particularly steady grin, as he stared back between those slits of eyes he had. Sallowed. Head balded years ago. Seeming to have the ages of several generations on him. ...And someone he NEVER wanted to see again, after THOSE two weeks.

"...Hello, BOY..."

He looked away, not answering, as he opened up his backpack, letting the aroma of freshly made food filter in. Uncertain emotions clinging to him. Something was going down. Especially if THAT old bastard was here... But choosing to ignore it. For now.

Looked around... "Bread, anyone?"

[Valo Morei]

The Sky Dragon walked into the station, a sigh escaping from his lips. He was flipping a coin into the air as he walked, catching it and repeating the process. He was bored, and a one week trip to Sacramento was probably going to be even more boring. Valo was wearing his greaves, just in case he had to make any quick moves while traveling, just in case anyone challenged his speed. They'd be dealt with quickly, and not just literally.

That coin was soon pocketed as Valo walked over to the train, unaware he was passing by "Kaufman", who was supposed to give him his ticket.

"Geez. Where is the guy?"

[Jenna Scorn]

That pink haired girl fell in steps, her pink kitten heels planting gently taps against the cemented ground. Those same strands of hair would gently fall upon her shoulders, resting down the small of her back as she'd look from side to side.

"Geez. Where is the guy."


She'd step passed the boy who was speaking. A pair of white sunglasses shaded those blue eyes. Why may you ask? Well, Calamity didn't feel like being seen, and wearing those glasses gave her some sort of comfort, trying to hide herself almost.

A pair of black capri's rested on her hips, and a black corseted tank top with pink ribbon. And she was silent, licking her lower lip, glossed with a tint of pink before brushing a few strands of hair from her face.

[saito]

“A ticket? Where are joooooooooooo… Are you hiding?”

-- Under the bench? Not there. Under the napkin on the floor? Nope. Maybe it’s behind that…

Wait.

“Oooooooh Yeeeeeeeah… I was supposed to get it from someone…” The silver haired boy said as he adjusted his glasses again.

-- Well, that little search had been a complete waste of time and energy. But wait! The search still continued! Now Saito had to find the man who could give him a ticket! Now where was he?

Maybe I can frenzy mah nerves and find him with enhanced optic nerves!... Wait, I don’t even know what the heck he looks like. Plan A, scrapped.

“Blarg…”

[(RAWR)~]

Bounce, bounce, bounce..!

"Field trip, field trip, fiiieeelllldddd trippp!!"

Spirally brunette ponytails bounced along with the girl as she made her way to the train. Except, something was a little odd with her...her clothing was quite peculiar. On her feet she had large boots that came up to her knees, and though they were obviously not the right size for her, she moved quite easily in, an almost frilly golden dress, her bouncy hair tied with matching ribbons, a large floppy cone shaped witches hat adorned her head, practically falling over her eyes wit hits size, but then again, it didn't quite, and around her waist she wore an odd forest green sash with sparkly golden stars on it that shimmered in the sunlight. In her hand...she held a stick covered in golden colored ribbon. Not a walking stick either, it was a small stick about the size of a standard ruler, and she was waving it about excitedly as she boarded the train.

"Car eight, car eight, car eight!"

She sing-songed, pirouetting up to the ticket taker and handing him her ticket with her wand-free hand. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little witch? Aren't you too old for Halloween? And besides, it's June." The girl froze, and if you looked closely, she twitched a bit as she turned back to face him.

"I'm...a...WITCH.... ALRIGHT?!"

Her voice started deadly soft and even before ending in close to a little girl shriek. Another twitch, and after the ticket taker nodded nervously, she was back to her giddy self in a blink, and she waved her 'wand'.

"Gee, THANKS mister!"[/size][/color]

And boarded.

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah stood in line behind two other people, absently rubbing the tattoo on her wrist. Her eyebrows were knit closely together and she couldn't help but think something was gonna go wrong. Call it a hunch. First there was the experience with the school vandalism and the odd guy with claws and feathers. The raven haired mechanic seemed to glare at nothing. This school was seriously fucked up. It wouldn't surprise her if other things fucked up as well on this trip...in fact she expected it. But to what scale? Time would tell.

Her eyes moved to the train windows as she moved up another place in line and her pale blue orbs caught sight of a pair that were all too familiar. It was the hall managers eyes, from the resturant she worked at. Her eyes narrowed and the tingling feeling in her stomach increased; the unmistakable feeling of dread. She had seen those eyes before. Where? That was the place where Delilah could not place her worry. They were...the eyes of someone who was thinking the things that are made of nightmares.

Delilah shook her head. Stop that, you're scaring yourself. she told herself. She handed the conductor her ticket and boarded the train, tucking the stub in her pocket. An involuntary shudder passed through her, making her wish both she and Rem could be in the same car. Sighing with some regret, she took a seat, the one in front of her hall manager. She smiled and nodded politely towards him, then sat, gazing absently out the window, worry lining her features.

This must have cost loads of money... she thought mildly, rubbing her tattoo again. A-class shit, man...why would such a school go to such lengths to rent such an amazing piece of equipment instead of putting it to something more useful, like finding teachers who WOULDN'T try and penetrate you when you weren't looking.

Delilah sighed again and closed her eyes. "This should be fun..."