The Resistance

Cisco:

I girl stuck her arm in the closing doors and when it opened again she said "Mitch! Mitch!" She walked over as all the passengers stared at her. There weren't any seats left so I stood up and grabbed hold of one of the poles. I was raised to respect women. She flashed me a smile and sat down in the seat "Thanks, er-" I nodded "Francisco. But just call me Cisco." "Cisco. I'm Kiara." she replied back.

Mitch

"Cisco." Kiara smiled. "I'm Kiara."

Smoothing the seat quickly, Kiara sat next to me. I must say, I was rather surprised to see her. I thought that she'd chickened out or something. I was glad she hadn't.

"What happened?" Kiara's eyes scanned mine.

Ir didn't take me long to realise that there was a bruise forming on my left eye. I was exceptionally glad that soon enough, I would be away from guys who smacked you for no reason whatsoever.

"Long story," I chuckled, rubbing my eye.

"So," I heard Mine speak in the seat in front of me. "Where are we actually going?"

The rest of the guys nodded in agreement. I myself had almost forgotten that we were actually going somewhere. I reached one of the train tickets out to Mine, but Connor was the one who grabbed it.

"Newcastle?" Connor sounded surprised.

I shrugged. "They were the only tickets I could really afford. At lest we're getting out of this shit town."

Every single person in the group nodded in agreement. Anyway, Newcastle wasn't too bad. It wasn't like we were going to stay there forever. We could have ended up in Australia for all we knew.

Connor Whitaker
They'd boarded in relative silence, a few of them looking at Mine with surprise or even approval (Blackburn, for one, was looking rather gleeful at the sight of the man knocked out cold). Whitaker didn't feel quite so good about it - the whole point was to get away without causing more trouble that would have them noticed. Still, there was no point in making a fuss about it now, so he reined himself in and took his seat, arms crossed and eyes flickering between everyone.

Newcastle, huh? A bit far, but not bad. Might be for the best, actually.

"What's the plan once we get there?" He leaned forward, facing Oliver more directly, and the others perked up a little at the question. He wasn't the only one wondering, it seemed. The other man had done a nice job of rounding them up, but it remained to be seen if there was an actual plan behind it or not. Running around like lost children was not his idea of a good time.

So he wouldn't pussyfoot around the issue. "We are all here because we do not agree with the current state of affairs. My question is: what are we going to do about it?"

Hey, I think I'm going to withdraw from this SB guys. Sorry.