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Post by valekin on Aug 17, 2007 17:22:59 GMT -8
"To sacramento? Not very long. Lest we make a few stops."
The monster said, sitting in the comfortable seat. He could sleep in this if need be. But that was unlikely, Valekin hardly ever sleep. Only when he needed to, in the least likely of places. Also; those places were the places that no one would find. The maintenance ducts of a building. Between elevators. Places like that, especially when he was on the move.
He did have a bed, but that was back at home, as everyone's were. He was home often enough, Kate lived there too. And she needed to be with someone during her time of need, and he wasn't about to abandon her.
"We'll probably make a few stops."
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Post by Jenna Scorn on Aug 17, 2007 21:06:48 GMT -8
Digging through her purse still, she'd find that she'd accidentally forgotten her mp3 player. A soft sigh as she'd close her purse, letting her back rest against the seat. Letting those eyes peek forward, and around, wondering what else laid about the ship.
She was bored.
One legged propped up, letting her head gently fall bask.
Letting out a low whistle from her lips.
And there was a slight rumble within her belly.
Motion sickness?
Maybe.
"Byoki desu."
(I feel sick.)
Her right hand falling against her belly, giving a soft rub.
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Post by Delilah A. Black on Aug 18, 2007 10:46:36 GMT -8
Delilah sighed, finally closing her book and settng it on her lap as she stared aimlessly out the window, eyebrow's furrowed. Something was clearly on her mind.
She heard her store manager's voice from behind her and another twinge of familliarity passed over her. She looked back at the man from the corners of her eyes before shifting them back out the window. She ground her teeth. Why is he so effin familliar? she thought lightly. Delilah thought back to Rem and his injuries and the feeling of self disgust came back. He was lucky to be alive...if she hadn't lied...
Stop that. she hissed at herself. He would have went even if you told him the truth.
Delilah sighed and ran a hand through her hair, her fingers stroking through the red streaks towards the back. "I hope we don't make too many stops..." she added quietly to Valekin's statement, propping her head on her hand and jamming her elbow onto the window sill for support. |
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Post by (RAWR)~ on Aug 19, 2007 16:21:02 GMT -8
The little girl beamed, waving her wand at the seat in front of her, ribbons continuing to fly around happily. The man was talking to her! She bopped him on the elbow again.
Nice to meet you! Mister-Jason-King-man. My name is Mimi!"
She swung her feet a bit as they didn't reach the floor where she sat, hands resting at the edge of her seat, meaning that her wand had stopped waving for a moment, before light golden eyes glanced over at the paper in his hands. She leaned over to looked at the black lettering on the large folding paper in his hands in the slightly irritating way kids do.
"Whatcha readin' Mister-Jason-King-Man?"
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Post by Keith on Aug 19, 2007 17:05:20 GMT -8
Keith was a bit suspicious of this trip. Even when the enforcers were at the station. Now, there were meals fit for a king served on this train. It just didn't add up. Most schools let alone the CPS schools wouldn't waste that much money to provide juvenile delinquents with such rich and fancy food. Who the fuck would be nuts? That's what Keith was going to find out for this trip.
Quickly, Keith popped open the cap of his large bottle of soda and would chug down its contents. He needed to chug it all down. There was a reason for this. It took about a good minute to chug the one and a half liter bottle of soda down and into his system. At the same time, Keith would be getting a caffeine fix.
As the bottle was finished, Keith would rise from his seat. In a few minutes, it would kick in. Keith would have to take a long piss. Quickly, Keith would leave his seat and walk down the narrow way to the bathroom. The only sanctity would probably be in the bathroom.
There is the possibility the bathroom could have a camera. But who gets their jollies off watching people piss and shit. Each car should have a bathroom for convenience. Normally, the bathroom would be at the end of the car.
If it was at one end, Keith would go in that direction. If it was the other end, Keith would go in that direction. Either way, Keith was going to take a very long piss.
Should Keith get to the bathroom, he could close the door and lock it. Hopefully there's a window in the bathroom.
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Post by The New Student Dean on Aug 19, 2007 20:09:42 GMT -8
FIELD TRIP: TERMINATED.
AMBUSH EXECUTED! 10:58 A.M.: Last Minutes Of Peace"Kaufman" was half-tempted to beat down the kids in here, and be done with this. But he eyed the blue-haired punk, who'd given back his pack. But even so, these kids were rather greedy. Peh. Pieces of trash... he scarcely saw the reason for all of this. "Alter Mann" had come through with an innumerable amount of cash that was beyond reason. For a train ride such as this? "Alter Mann"-lad was perhaps a little bit off his rocker. Shaking his head to himself, just staring at the same group of kids with a hint of disdain, he let out a nice stream of smoke from his nose, filling up the room, removed meticulously by the air filter.
He checked his watch nervously. Wonder. Wondering how this would all work out. Just two minutes left. Just two minutes. Slightly annoyed that everything had a set time at this point, he started flipping open his lighter back and forth, while finishing up his cigarette, pausing only to light up a new one. Wouldn't have a damn good puff in a long time.
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*CLUNK*---* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Quietly, "Alter Mann" opened up an eye, as he surveyed the scene. Nearly time. Counting every second by the second. He gripped his hand into a fist, in his leather gloves. He'd hired only the best, after all. Thus, everything would only be the best. Everyone, doing their part. Even the students. "Kaufman" had yet to understand the full extent of what he was doing. But that was alright. He hardly expected that young fool of what he was even truly capable of himself.
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*CLUNK*"..It seems... zat ve have visitors, ja?" he slowly mused out loud to himself, as he stood up. The car was rumbling rather shakily.---
*BOOM*"SO ZIS IS HOW IT VILL END, UH!? COMRADES! TAKE ZEM OUT! VE VILL NOT GO DOWN VITHOUT A FIGHT!"War cries were heard. Rapid fire of gun and bones being crushed rang through the loud speakers.
And then all was silent.
*BOOM*11:00 A.M.: High-Speed Hell OutbreakCar's 9 and 10 connectors blew up, the shock wave rumbling the cars back and forth, threatening to tip them over.. but suddenly regaining quick speed. Speed increasing to seventy miles an hour, it appeared as though Cars 9 & 10 were controlled remotely, with Car 10 heading north-east, and Car 9 heading north-west. Leaving Car 8 by itself, with the other cars ahead of it... This had suddenly become a very, VERY bumpy ride. Still rattling, the rogue Cars 9 & 10 suddenly hooked up with new trains. More clunking noises were heard overhead, as suddenly, men with black ropes and black suits suddenly crashed through, brandishing various types of melee weapons. Metal bats, lead pipes... And then, and only then had the trap truly made itself apparent... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Car 8's Passengers Click HERE.Car 9's Passengers Click HERE.Car 10's Passengers Click HERE. |
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