Caravan Consternation: Prequel

[Rem]

--was just what Rem was thinking as he boarded the train. He knew he was in a different car than Delilah (much to his dismay) but supposed it was for the better...who knew what sort of trouble the two of them would get into?

Walking past her to the next car, he stretched out an arm and stroked her cheek in a suggestivly endearing way. Behind her he noticed a man that struck him as familliar and he frowned suddenly. Where have I seen him before? a little tense, he walked into the next car, taking a seat by his sister. He grinned at her. "Yo~."

[The New Student Dean]

Choo. Choo.

Resolute.

This plan was perfection. Best case scenario, he wouldn't be forced to actually go through to Plan B. But even Plan B made possible Plan C.---Oh wait. Yeah. THOSE students-lads/lasses.. the late ones.

Hands were pocketed up as he let some of them pass him by, grinning to himself. Heh. Lets see.. the list was... Valo Morei-lad, Calamity Scorn-lass, Saito Kurokoutsu-lad, Kevin Fields-lad.. and maybe some other piece of trash lads/lasses. But the more the merrier, as always. Holding up a few tickets in the air, he waved around boredly to the people around him, who failed to have noticed him. Irritating? Slightly.

"Valo Morei-lad! Car 10, lad!"

"Calamity Scorn-lass! Car 9, lass!"

"Kevin Fields-lad! Car 9, lad!"

"Saito Kuro...koutsu-lad. Car 10, lad!"

"Tickets, lads and lasses!"

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The handing out of tickets went more or less.. 'smoothly'. Wincing at the strange fellows, he shook his head, while stepping towards Train 9. Looking around, he looked out back, at all the Enforcers. Aye. Today had thus far gone without a hitch. Nodding to them all, he held up his hand in the air, and clenched it at them. "WELL DONE, LADS AND LASSES... I'LL SEE YOU ALL SOON!"

With a near sing-song resounding cheer, the Enforcers marched away, advancing away from the trains. Not. One. Stayed.

...

A grin.

And without a word, he stepped into Car 9 amongst all those pieces of trash, noting that 'she' had arrived, . The only one to sit in Car 8 who wasn't a faculty member.

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha...

Its Time!

The wheels started to move. Smooth as silk. Noise began rattling away, as the train slowly picked up speed. Strange whirring sounds going off overhead, as loud 'thunks' resounded at the top of the roof, the lights switching on. Speeding away to Sacramento. Slowly as it came to and to, the meal karts came out, tall, upright, and rather handsome looking waiters going about to each of the three cars. Offering food and drink, as per the meals that had been paid for. Sirloin steak. Freshly squeezed orange juice. Jasmine rice. Chicken legs, boiled in chicken broth to accentuate the flavor in every bite. Various sodas, drinks and the whatnot. A first-class meal, offered, with all those little details added in, to make everyone feel special.

...But maybe it was because of the way the the waiters smiled so brightly. Or the fact that "Kaufman" just wasn't hungry for the moment... (though, it had been seen by others in Car 9 that he did gnaw on a protein bar, while drinking some Gatorade.). But the fact remained that "Kaufman" did not eat them. The waiters appeared saddened by this, but "Kaufman" would just glare back at them.

Who knew how many would reject such a wonderful meal?

Strangely... "Alter Mann" too.. when asked for what he wanted, he simply grumbled, smiling viciously. Staring back with a look that made the waiter almost stumble back and splash the hot bowl of chicken soup on himself. But "Alter Mann" was more stoic, and just simply did not eat anything.

These were the people themselves who had arranged for this train trip! So why!? Ugh... Oh. "Alter Mann" went into the train's bathroom stall. ...From the uncomfortable silence that followed, he simply muttered.. "Ze blasted diahhrea..." and say no more.

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.."Kaufman" checked his watch very frequently... until it hit 10:00 A.M.

...Stage one complete.

Now to see the results.

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At one point, "Alter Mann" began to laugh. A lot. Muttering something incoherent, something along the lines of, 'its time'. He shrugged, muttering himself to sleep.

...The clunking noises from earlier slowly made noises again. But at the speed of the train at this moment? It'd be pretty dangerous to go top side.

Hmm...

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"---HYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA---Oh. Uh. This is your conductor speeking. Eet eez a pleasure to be ferrying the vonderful students of Public High School #259 to Sacramento. We hope zat... you enjoy your ride. If you'll look to your side, you'll zee zat ve are now passing by ze---HOY! MAN! ZIP UP YOUR PANTS! IT WAS ONLY FUNNY THE FIRST TIME!---"

[Travis Delmonte]

Upon entering car 9, Travis had made his way to a lone bench. No one else was sitting there, so he would use that as his bed. Yes, he was going to lay down upon it. And he didn't give a shit about anything that could be said to him. It was vacation time! And he sure as hell was ready to relax!

He would sit down, and then swing his left leg up onto the bench, right went bent and resting upon the floor of car 9. Left elbow lifted and pressed against the edge, right against one of the many windows that allowed one to view what they passed. He would lean his head back slightly, give a small yawn and close his eyes.

He wouldn't eat, simply because he was asleep. He had eaten a hearty breakfast before hand anyways, so the thought of staying up for food never occurred to him anyways. So for now, he would sit and slumber, unaware of anything that was going on around him at this time.

[The New Student Dean]

...Fucking Kids Lads...

Quietly sitting to himself, he watched the... whatchamcall it... Red-Trash #1 laid himself down on the bench. Lazy. Oh well. Not a bad idea.

Noting that, he flicked his lighter to life, as he took out a cigarette, and propped it neatly between his lips, kind of inhaling deeply. Squinting one eye, he looked around.

"Cig, anyone, lads & lasses?"

Offering a pack, he let out a breath, and let the ashes spray over 'Justin's' limp body.

[valekin]

Valekin wasn't going to eat either, none of it was food for his tastes, so it's not like it would have a real point. Just sustenance maybe but that wasn't very likely considering how the individual fed off of fresh flesh, and in large quantities.

"Cig, anyone, lads & lasses?"

"Kicked the habit after coming to America."

Hye ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Yes he kicked the habit of smoking alright. He didn't have the stress that he used to have. The chance of a bomb or shell, even friendly fire killing you here was much less than it was back home. But home was home. And he missed it sometimes. Between picking his teeth and bleaching the bones.He crossed his legs at the ankle and leaned back , staring at the ceiling, the show was already on the road. He had the wonderful, and unshakable feeling that things were going to get ugly. Ugly suddenly, and without prior warning.

The dirtiest kind of war.[/i]

[Travis Delmonte]

Cig, anyone, lads & lasses?

Those words cut into his head. The sleep that had just taken ahold of him was shaken away by the voice of a man whom he did not know. HE would sit up slightly, annoyed, but there wasn't really anything he could do about it. Sure.. He could try to stop the dudes face in, but he was sure that it wouldn't go over well. He'd rather not get kicked off the train, and his vacation ruined.

Swinging that left leg of his back around, he would push himself off the little bench seat and in "Kaufmen"'s direction. His right hand would extend and Travis would grab the pack from his hand. Yes, grab it because he freakin' could. He would pull a cigarette from the pack without much effort, and place it between his lips, a small grin applied as he walked backwards and planted himself back upon that bench. Lower body resting at the edge of the bench while his elbows lifted and hung from the back of the bench seat.

"Thanks, Chief."

He didn't care if the teacher had only offered a single cigarette. He had taken the whole damn box. Smoking was something he did regularly. So he always took what he could, when he could. His left hand dipping into the pocket of his jeans as he pulled a plain silver Zippo from them, and lit the tip of the cigarette, and took his first drag.

That first cigarette of the day was always a good feeling.

[Keith]

Keith was unsure what to do. He would enter Car 10 quickly as possible and get a seat near the bathroom. The college freshman didn't feel that comfortable being people he didn't know. He would probably keep to himself.

"Saito Kuro...koutsu-lad. Car 10, lad!"

Behind those shades, Keith raised a brow. Did he hear correctly? Did Keith hear the name of "Saito Kurokoutsu?" Yes, he did. It seemed that Keith wouldn't be alone for the trip. There had to be a way to signal Saito to sit next to him.

There, Keith remembered... His newly made gloves. There was the insignia for Nocturne on the stud in between the trinity of medallions on both gloves. As Keith took his seat, he would hold his hand out in the open hoping Saito would notice the insignia for Nocturne.

Luckily Keith brought a large bottle of soda with him tucked in the bag and so forth. Not knowing what to expect from the train, it's best to bring your own stuff. Keith did it all the time. He would drink but he wouldn't. Keith didn't like eating while moving as it would give him motion sickness.

[Jenna Scorn]

She had fallen silent, taking her spot in Car 9. Waiting till she was seated, drawing one leg over the other before finally taking off her glasses and setting them gently within her purse.

Pink strands fell in her face, and she'd look towards the floor. Blue eyes fixed there, not really wanting to make eye contact with anyone at that point in time.

"Cig, anyone, lads & lasses?"

she was silent.
As the dead.

Only glancing up for a moment between strands of pink hair before letting her eyes turn back downwards. And as the train went on, she'd finally allow her back to rest. Peeking to the side, drawing her purse up in her lap as to pull out her mp3 player.

[Veyugan ~*]

Veyugan was the first stop for the cart-man. The food smelt quite delicious as it passed - stopping on his row. Veyugan wasn't very hungry, seeing as it was early in the morning, and he rarely ate breakfast. However, might as well indulge if he didn't have to pay for it. The cart-man showed him the selection they had, and Veyugan decided upon a single filet mignon. No sides, as he tried not to eat carbohydrates. Veyugan took pride in his body fat percentage. He wasn't one to throw it away. As for a drink, Veyugan had water. Despite the constant nagging of the cart-man to eat and drink more, Veyugan stood firm with his decision. With an attitude, the cart-man seemed to slap the filet in front of Veyugan - offering only a fork. Veyugan laughed softly at his little show, grabbing his kris. Well, he didn't need a knife. He had one.

The side of his blade swept through the meat cutlet - cutting off a small portion of the meat. Juices stained the entire side of his blade - from hilt to tip. Everytime he made a cut, he placed the blade on the windowsill - the juices staining the blade in the morning light. The meat was finished with fairly quickly, water following to speed up the digestion process. Veyugan leaned back in his chair. He wasn't full at all, but that was one of the best steaks he had ever had. He was glad he ordered it. However, it seemed as he was the only person with a plate in front of him. A simple shrug, and Veyugan leaned back - trying to fall asleep.

His body jolted forward as the loudspeaker came on - a Germanic voice speaking about the train ride. Veyugan, slightly annoyed tried to fall asleep once more before he heard a question within his car.

Cigarettes?!?!?!?!

Veyugan's face was like =O. It seemed as God looked into his pack with him at the train station, and gave Veyugan a chance to steal someone else's cigarettes. His body jolted up again, this time heading straight for the cigarettes. It seemed, however, another person beat him to them - taking the whole pack. ORLY? Greedy bitch. Veyugan followed him back to the bench he sat at, and before the guy would even notice, snatched the pack from him. His fingers quickly drove down into the pack, retrieving seven cigarettes from the pack before tossing it back to the guy. All this was done quickly - hoping the guy wouldn't have any time to even notice what was happening.

Back to his seat.

Veyugan placed the cigarettes into his own pack, making it an even 10. However, now there was nine. One was in his mouth, and lit before he even noticed. Peace. The smoke calmed Veyugan as he released it up - watching as the ring he made dispersed into the air. Veyugan placed the cigarette in his mouth, putting the pack in his pocket. He turned, hanging over his seat.

"So uh.. How long is this gunna take?"

The question was asked to no one in particular.

[(RAWR)~]

"Laa..La-la la la!"


The girl waved her wand about, lightly 'bopping' the knees of faculty members as she made her way to her seat. What, no students? Why was this little girl on this car inseat of the other two meant for the students? Had she gotten on the wrong car?

..No. She hadn't.


Singing to herself in an almost obnoxiously cute tone, she finally found her seat next someone she had been told was Mr. Jason King.

"Hii hi-hi!"

Mimi chirped in a sing songy voice, waving her 'magic wand' instead of her hand in greeting, the ribbons hitting him in the elbow.

[seishounohana]

"Yo~." The annoying voice rung in the 15 year old mangaka's ears as she looked towards him, still with a face of indifference and lack of emotion.

She blinked then looked back at the window, sighing and muttering something that sounded like. "Mendokusee."

["Unfettered"]

Eerie Beginnings

Waiting a bit, to see if anyone would take up his offer on a light snack, even the newcomers, he shook his head dismissively to himself, and tore off a slice of rye bread. Biting into it morosely, he slowly began packing up the rest of his food for sometime later on the trip. One of these people had... white hair. A strange thought popping into his head at a sudden memory... Heh. Now THAT brought a real smile to his face. And for a while, he just let his thoughts drift deeply into his mind. Just trying to see what had happened over the past few days. Like a dream. A dream after an endless nightmare. Propping his head to the side, slightly to rest it, but mostly to think as he looked out the window as the train started to start up, strange clunking noises overhead, making his one eye look up at it for a moment. But delving back into his own thoughts again much sooner.

That dance. That day with that woman in black.. the feeling of that heat, the way they were with each other. Would they meet again? Chances were unlikely... especially if his guess about their age was right. But still... heh. Shook his head. The recent spurt of employees. Including Emily here. And a few others. ..A few losses. That strange nerd with the glasses.. aye. Irritating at the time, but amusing looking back at it now. ...Little memories of nipping at that bottom cherry lip....---And of nipping down into that girl. Biting into her. Eating her. Taking in her flesh into his mouth and swallowing it. That strange look in... 'her' eyes, as she took him out of that darkness. The feeling of that first kiss with the girl with pink hair. Many things to haunt a man with. Including one of those last cryptic messages that he argued with himself. With that man. Alone on the beach... Aye... What was that man's name again? Strength is not the goal...

Hahahahaha... a difference in a opinion, really. No. But it was much more than that. But still... the thoughts of what he did that girl... his eyes blinked a few more times, waking himself up again.

And saw the food offered to him. A slight grin, as he squinted at it. "...I'll take ze steak, I guess.. vith some... vater?" came the shrug. But truthfully, he wasn't that hungry. Just mostly thirsty. He peered however... towards "Alter Mann", as he uncapped the bottle of water, and slowly began to drink it---Nearly to spit it back out. The "Alter Mann" had refused it. Looking somewhat strangely at his bottle of water, and than at his steak, he slowly began to wonder.. no. They wouldn't ACTUALLY do that, would they?

Controlling his breathing, he shook his head to himself, as he took up some tin foil, muttering to himself, "Just saving it for later..." to pack it up in his lunch box. Still warm too. Ugh. The possibility sickened him. The meat had a lethally WONDERFUL aroma to it too... made him want to cry at the thought of the possibility, as the "Alter Mann" muttered something about.. "Ze blasted diahhrea..."

[Mitsuki Park]

Head was leaning against the window, spacing out as she thought of the recent events that have been going on. The masquerade dance, which Mitsuki half regrets going to, with Reita and her parents' company, with school and violence slowly raising up on the charts, with the lack of sleep due to...well.. She didn't know why she wasn't sleeping, though she found herself slowly turning nocturnal, as she now spent most of her days outside after dinner time. Her breathing was abnormally light, as if she were extremely calm of the whole field trip, but she was - she knew - in the back of her mind, that she was anticipating for the worse. It was kind of bad; it was as if she knew something bad would happen, but she was so...tranquil about it, as if she didn't even care.

No... No, she probably didn't.

Small sigh escaped her lips, barely audible as she turned her head to look around, music still playing in her ears. Eyes caught onto a boy that looked fairly famil--..ah, Thrush..

Laughed somewhat bitterly in her mind.

She wanted to talk to him, but there was nothing to talk about. Wanted to ask him about the rose, but she... Well. She was a coward, you could say. Or maybe it's because things were different between them... Things were definitely not the same anymore, as he, himself, changed. She knew he probably changed for the better, but part of her--

No.

She shook her head lightly, trying to snap herself out of these thoughts, eyes staring at his back, since she was behind him, before turning back to the window. And all of a sudden, she wanted to go home, knowing very well of the reason why. Though she freed Thrush for a reason, and Mitsuki - or so she told herself - is strong enough to pass through this awkward phase. Though she realized that the two weren't talking, that whatever relationship was left after she 'freed' him, was going to soon disappear. She knew that....and still, she did nothing. What could she do?

....why is there Christmas music on my MP3...?

Eyes squinting down at her music player, blinking impassively before looking back out the window.

Lovely.

Just. Lovely.[/color]

[hualord]

"Why hello there. Are you my companion for this trip?"

He was trying his absolute best not to strangle her for interrupting his newspaper reading, which was already a disaster. He smiled at the little girl, and ignored the ribbons hitting his elbow. They were only ribbons, not spiked tendrils trying to tear him to pieces. It could be worse though, it could be raining, and he could be sitting next to a happy go lucky person that would never shut up through the whole ride.

"I'm Mr. Jason King, what's your name?"

Please let it be short, and not as long as that new girl De Los Santos or something. God what a long name....

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah also refused the food and the cigarettes. She was rather wrapped up in a Stephen King novel, "IT", one of her favourites. She didn't even notice when the food arrived, nor when it was cleared away. If there was one thing that got her attention faster than a fight or a well made peice of equipment, it was books. An avid reader, she was already a fourth of the way through the book.