Dream on

Andy:

Drea's scream sent a chill up my spine and I immediately stopped playing. Within seconds, everyone on the bus was staring at her.

Suddenly, she burst into tears and began sobbing that she was sorry, running back to her seat and burying her face in her hands. No body moved. No body knew what to do. None of us know this chick, and yet she was sitting there, bawling her eyes out infront of us.

Should one of us...do something?

Michal:

The girl named Drea brought the chatter, and Andy's music, to a halt, sending everyones heads towards her with her blood curtling scream.

As she sat in her seat, sobbing, I felt an urge to go an comfort her, but that would invilve touching, something I am not okay with doing. Thanks Mel.

So, instead, I watched as the guy Blue got up and sat beside her.

Blue:

Everyone stared at Drea, no one daring to move. It hurt me to see someone hurt like that, and it hurt me deeply to hear her scream, something I hadn't heard from myself in many years.

My heart reached out to her and, seeing that no one else was going to, I put up with the pain it caused me got up and sat beside her.

For a moment, I wasn't sure what to do. I don't know her. But she just looks so...helpless...so sad...so pained and terrified.

A little bit awkwardly, I wrapped my arms around the girl I had just met, pulling her to me and enveloping her in a hug, something I hadn't been given or given my self in a long while.

Drea simply continued to sob, her tears staining my black shirt, not that it mattered.

Resting my chin on top of her head, I stroked her hair. Was that right? I'd seen it in movies, but movies can be sketchy. But it felt like it was right, so I continued to soothingly stroke her copper hair, hushing her with kind, quiet words.

"It'll be okay, Drea, it'll all be okay. It's all over. No one is going to hurt you. It's alright. It's all over and done with, okay? You'll be alright." Etcetra, etcetra.

Roxxanna Onyx
I bit my lip and knelt beside Drea taking her hands. "Drea it's ok. Breath hun." I urged her. She stopped shaking and took a deep breath.

Drea:
I sobbed for a while when i felt someone sit next to me, put their arms around me and pull me close. It was Blue, He hugged me, his chin on my head, stroking my hair whispering to me that it was going to be alright. Roxxie joined in too, holding my hands and whispering the same thing as Blue. The fact that i didn"t feel that i deserved this treatment, the niceness, the kind words, the hug. It made me cry more, burrying my face into his black shirt. Breathing him in I slowly stopped crying. I hugged Blue back and held Roxxies hands and whispered a thank you to both, but didnt let go, I put my face into Blues neck and rocked. When i did let go, i prayed that they wouldent leave, i looked around, everyone was still staring.

Blue:

For a couple minutes after Drea stopped crying, she still held onto me, on arm holding Roxxie's hand and the other wrapped around me, her face buried into my neck.

Her arm rest against my back, causing the belt wounds to scream, sending shudders of pain through my body, but I pushed it away and continued comforting Drea.

She whispered a thank you and the three of us sat like that for a couple minutes, everyone staring, not that I cared much.

Drea pulled away, her face stained with dried tears. Suddenly, something began to feel very...wrong. Then I realized that it had been a while since I changed the bandages on my torso, so it was probably starting to soak through. slowly, I looked around the bus. No. they clearly all had their own problems. I would just have to wait until we stop somewhere where I can do it without them knowing. But how long would that be? You can only not change bandages for so long.

Red

The bus pulled to a stop and I clambered on, DS still gripped loosely in my hands. I looked about and saw a kid with a guitar case and a crying girl wrapped around a scarred, rough looking youth.

what the hell have I gotten myself into?

I could feel my stomach in my throat. There was just an ocean of adrenaline surging through my system. These kids were really rough looking and I was intimidated by them. So, with wobbly legs, I took a seat close enough to make conversation should the need arise, yet far enough away to be capable of avoiding talking to them if I could. I didn't know what they were like, so I silently whipped my White cart out and began training Trogdor, my Haxorus. Happy place for Red is happy.

Ty-

I tapped my foot against the pavement, nudging a few loose bits of gravel off the curb. I watched the bus as it got closer and ran a hand through my freshly dyed brown hair. I had prepared for the possibility of needing to change my appearance by "borrowing" a set of colored contacts from a friend who works with movie props and keeping a box of hair dye in my bag, I just never imagined I would have to use them. But when your parents are famous, even if they're has beens, it's hard to stay under the radar. The news headline kept flashing in my head, "Son of 'Tough Love' Co-Stars Goes Missing." It didn't help that plans for the next movie were announced today. I'd signed the contract, I knew it was going to happen, I just didn't know if I made the right decision.

The bus screeched to a halt and I climbed in, taking a seat in the first row after taking a quick glance at the other passengers. They all looked young and just as lost as me. I slid into my seat, back to the rest of the riders, just hoping to stay anonymous.

I kept thinking of my parents, and of how guilty I felt. But I had to do it, I had to do this one thing for me.

(I was thinking that once every one is on the bus maybe it gets out to a back-ish road, or out of the town/city area and maybe it crashes, something to keep the characters all together... I don't know, just a thought...)

Ksenia
The girl named Drea suddenly broke down and started to cry. You still think she is one of them, Ksenia? I felt like beating myself up for being so suspicious towards the girl, but instead I just stared at her and and with every tear she cried I felt more guilty for not telling her my name. Please, please hush dear I couldn't get the words over my lips. Luckily this guy sat down next to her and hugged her while another girl was holding her hand.
Blue reminded me of a friend I had back in Russia, Tcezar. Tcezar was one of the few people I trusted and I let come close to me; who would comfort me patiently when I had a bad day. Seeing Blue comfort Drea made me miss Tcezar more then ever. I wished he was here to sit right next to me and hold my hand, but I knew I would probably never even see him again. That's all your fault, Dad..Thanks
I got distracted in my thoughts by the two people who entered the bus.

'Alan' Wright

Everyone huddled around a girl, who I think had introduced herself as Drea. There was obviously something seriously wrong with this chic. One second, she comes up to a total stranger and aks 'whats up' like we were best friends, and the next minute she blanks out. A second later, she screams like she's sen a ghost.

I didn't sign up for this. I just wanted off this crazy vehicle.

Everyone was just too open. A guy who had introduced himself as Blue walks over and hugs her. What is this, Oprah?I rolled my eyes, and pretended to stare out the window, at the same time, keeping an eye on the drama in the center of the bus. Anything to keep my mind off of the images flashing through my mind, at least, was better than breaking down like she had.

Some other guys walk on, and one takes a seat in the very front, away from the other people, much like I had. If I was going to get along with anyone here, it would most likely be him. He seemed to be ignoring the middle-bus soap-opera.

She seemed to have calmed down a bit, so I took my chance and walked to the front of the bus to throw out the remains of a granola bar wrapper I had in my pocket. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I walked past them. As I turned around, only a few of them were shy enough to lower their eyes.

Still standing, I leaned against a chair, "Seen as everyone else here seems to be tight, I may as well introduce myself. I'm Alan," there was no hesitation as I gave them my nickname, "Alan Wright."

Drea:
2 more guys got on the bus. One was about a seat away, still our age. The closer one, looked intimidated, then started playing a DS. I reached over the seats and offered my hand, still sniffeling I said,
"Hey,I'm Drea, and I just had a melt down" Then smiled and tried to laugh. He looked at me, then introduced himself as Red. Then i walked over to the other boy, His eyes said he didn't want to be noticed, his body posture screamed lonely, and his stuff was next to him sitting the same way. I decided not to sit but simply said
"Im Drea. You don't really look like you want to talk but if you do, im over there" I pointed to the seat across, where Blue was still sitting. Then I went and sat down, The girl who I was sitting by before my breakdown got up and threw something awa, she was tall, we all looked at her.
"Im Alan" She said "aAlan Wright"
She didn't seem too ammused, she probably though we were crazy.
"Welcome aboard, Alan. Sorry about that, earlier, But i dont really feel like explaining. Music anyone, Sorry for cutting you off Andy, Play along?"
I picked up my guitar and strummed a few chords, I decided to play something fun, something upbeat to get us all out of our gloom. I smiled and started to play the stupidest song I could think of, the one I learned just before I left.
The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars
"Today I dont feel like doing anything..."

Red

She shook my hand.

I guess it's okay to try to be nice and laugh off an awkward situation, but...

She touched me. With her hand.

I don't know where that hand has been. OH MAN OH MAN OH MAN. Maybe, in retrospect, I should have gotten used to talking to people before I decided to set out on my own. I whipped out my phone (one that I purchased for myself that my parents didn't know about) and pulled up the MSN page and browsed the news. The kid of some washed up actors had gone missing. He was probably in his car out in the woods, cocaine dust coating his bloated, rotting face. Whatever. Trogdor had leveled up. They were making conversation. Oh, and playing Bruno mars. God help me.

((I support the idea of the bus crashing. That would be cool))

Ksenia
Drea got up again and greeted the two new passengers. She reminded me more and more of my mom, who would have done the exact same thing. Sadly I didn't look at all like my mom on that point, I was more like my dad who waited patiently and studied the persons first before he would get up and start a conversation. And right now I hated to look like my dad. He was the reason to all this horror and yet I wouldn't have had my freedom if it wasn't for him. I guess that's why I hated him most, because he suddenly pretended not to be the selfish jerk he had been as long as I could remember ,but ended up 'saving my life'.
I stared at the people around me while still clinging to my backpack. It was the only stuff I had left of my now 'former life'.

Drea:
I decided to stop drawing attention to myself and put my guitar down. Then I went to the back of the bus where the quiet girl was sitting. Again, I put my arm around her. She was still hugging her Rucksack and didnt seem like she wanted to talk, so i didnt say anything, I just sat there with her. The bus was still quiet, I hoped people would start talking soon, maybe if they talked I could escape the flashbacks for a while. I looked at Blue, he seemed nice and like a good person to talk to. I wanted to talk to more people, but this sad, lonely girl in the back was my main priority. I sat there with the girl and watched the quiet bus as the colors of they day turned dusty oranges, soft blues and vibrant pinks. Cellia would have loved this sunset.
((Guys, talk with the other characters, I think were in a bit of a stalemate with no one talking. Loller, maybe, pm me details and im sure we can work something out haha. Fianlly, i think in my next post I'll tell the rest of my backstory))

Roxxanna Onyx
I turned to the window and rested my head against the window. 'Luna.' I bit my lip and touched my arm with the tattoo of Luna's name and her date of death. I turned back around and randomly asked "How's everyone doing?" No one answered and I bit my lip again.

Red

One particularly scary looking girl asked how we were doing. No one spoke up. She spun around, silent, maybe embarrassed. I chuckled.

"I dunno about you guys, but I've been better."

No one else laughed. Now I was embarrassed too. I looked back at the DS. I was having a hard time deciding whether or not to get rid of Dragon Dance for Hone Claws so Trogdor could become an effective Dragon Rusher with a RagePowder setup.

*I forgot to mention in my character profile that Ty also has some issues with alcohol, as in he like it; a lot. That is also part of why he left, to try to kick the habit and get his life straight.

Ty-

I glanced up as a tall, leggy, blonde introduced herself, "Alan, Alan Wright." She seemed nice but underneath I could tell there was something wild and edgy about her. I quickly looked away and reminded myself that eye contact only led to conversation, the opposite of what I wanted or needed right now. I rummaged through my back pack on the seat next to me and checked the time on my ipod. We were about 20 miles from my Uncle James' house but I was still debating whether I would see him. He would understand. He did the same thing when he was my age, the difference was he never went home. I kept telling myself I would, no matter what.

I thought about how much I could use a drink. I thought about the sound the cap makes when you twist it off a bottle, holding a fresh cold one in my hand. I'd had two shots of whiskey that morning before leaving, my parents still passed out from the Cast Reunion party the night before. They were so happy. They hadn't fought in nearly a week, ever since I signed the contract. The company only wanted to make the movie if I was in it, a "continuation of the legacy," as Mark, my parent's agent, had put it.

After a few awkward comments the bus fell silent.

(If the bus DOES crash and someone gets injured then Ty's uncles house can be where they are trying to get to, so they can stick together...if that works for everyone?)