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[Deimos]

John sat towards the back of the bus. Seemed like no one was paying any attention and that was the way he liked it.
"Focus on your brother. Focus on Sam" He told himself.
He had gone missing right after his apartment burnt down. No body was recovered and John doubted he had died. John had done some pretty bad things in his past, maybe it was some form of revenge against him? His journal mentioned Canada so he'd head there to look first. It was hard to concentrate with some guy making weird gasping noises as he watched his laptop.

[Gymen]

The next day, Vlad was reading "House Of Leaves" when he looked up very slowly, he thought he saw a faceless body slowly glide across the window, which scared the fucking crap out of him, and he suddenly knew what "HIM" is. He immediately called Kristin, and described the thing he saw in the window to her, and she answered with a quick "You saw him too?" "Yes." I answered. "It killed my family. Please help me." Kristin said. Vlad had to swallow down his sadness, because he knew how it felt.

[Seraphic Adonis]

((OOC: This makes an assumption about the place/time in which the bus is, keep that in mind. If incorrect, rectify me in the OOC thread.))

Having finished applying the patch, Casimir rolled the sleeve back up. Feeling slightly less grouchy, he looked out the window, into the darkness of the countryside night. Tree. Tree. Tree. Bush. Tree.

The countryside sure was fascinating - he'd seen enough of that in Scotland. And unlike Scotland, the closest this place got to picturesque was... nothing. They didn't strive to achieve beauty, just to produce and consume.

"Tickity tickity tick." He muttered; he tapped his (quite long, for a guy. They could have been nail extensions, given their colour; but they weren't. Just an accident of genetics) fingernails on the window pane in a precise tune. Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap. Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap. Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap.

[SlenderSniper]

Adrian screeched to a halt and got out of the car in front of his house. Five times around the neighborhood. No Julia. No people staring. No nothing. Adrian had 4 cigarettes left in one pack, and twelve in the unopened one. He was so fucking anxious, angry, and just completely on edge, that he didn't bother to get the key out. He just walked up to the door, and kicked it open. He looked around and noticed something. It wasn't the mess that had been there anymore, it was far worse then that.

The couch that had been flipped over was now flipped up, and showed that it had been torn apart with what appeared to be scratch marks. The carpet was ripped up in a few places, and the living room table was in multiple pieces, with a large mark on the wall where it was thrown. Adrian was stunned. He had his gun out, looking everywhere as he grabbed the final two packs of cigarettes. He was doing so, because he knew he was never coming back here.

And looking around at the mess, he knew he was right in his decision. He then thought of something, there was only one room he didn't search. The bedroom. Those pictures had seriously creeped him the fuck out. He slowly walked upstairs, still looking behind him for any sign of movement. There was none. Still he thought.

Something doesn't add up. I know I locked all doors, yet there was no sign of forced entry, so how.... he cut his thought short as he reached the door. It was shut as he had left it, but locked again, which was bad. He again kicked the door open, which was becoming a habit now, and pointed his gun out. No one there, just another huge fucking mess.

The pictures that had been taped to the wall, were thrown all over the floor. The walls had several holes smashed into them of various sizes, and as for the closet door, well, it was torn from it's hinges and thrown across the room. Adrian's heart was pounding as he walked over to the closet, and pointed his gun at the inside.

[MetalGearSamus]

(OOC: Uh, Gymen did you ever sign up on the OOC thread?)

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Two hours? Thalci sighed, now she really regretted not bringing another book. Now I'm stuck on this bus of weary travelers, heading nowhere on a detour to somewhere.

"Hmm..." She took out her notebook and a pencil. That could be a good beginning to a story. She began to write, and was once again oblivious to the rest of the world...

[Deimos]

Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap. "Can you give it a rest man?" John wasn't going to put up with some asshole tapping for two hours because he couldn't smoke. His hand strayed to the knife in his bag without even thinking, anticipating conflict. Suppose he has a weapon too, he thought. The trip had been long already, John was finding it hard to keep his cool.

[SickSlickMan]

Something had just shifted. J.T. could feel it. The guy at the back of the bus had taken a shot at the smoker, just due to the tapping. Granted, it was annoying. Smokers tended to be when they weren't allowed to smoke. But this guy at the back looked like he was about to rip the dude's head off.

His eyes scanned to the man's pockets, where his hands had slipped into. For some reason, he felt a sense of dread come over him. Did the man have something that was going to fuck up the comfortable situation they had here? Gun? Brass knuckles? Knife? The guy looked like he was stressed to the max; if something sent him over THAT LINE, then shit was about to get fucked.

He shook it off. Maybe it was just his paranoia getting to him. The best thing to do was just to sit back and see what happened. In the back of his mind, though, all he could think of was, if he starts something, God help him. One way or another, I'm getting to Manhattan. If he gets in my way, one way or another, he's getting OUT of my way.

[N Spencer]

The trees stretch on forever, merging into an endless canopy that no amount of light can penetrate, the silence broken by the sound of branches moving, of someone's rapid footsteps and their breathing, fast and laboured from the effort of running and the fear. Suddenly, they trip on a root, stumble, and fall to the dirt.

Satisfied with the results, Neil closed his camera. definitely a good place to film the doco , he thought, stowing the camera in his bag. Catching his breath, he started making his way out of the forest. The last scheduled bus for the night was arriving soon, and he was hoping to to ask Katie about her time in Toronto on the way home.[/i]

[Mr.Beyond]

BeeBee's pulse jumped at the tapping, and the reaction that followed. Oh no, no no. She pulled her Fanta from the pocket of her bag, uncapped it, and swallowed a pill. If she didn't, she just might start imagining what would happen if a fight broke out.
Which went something like:
-a fight breaks out
-someone gets shot
-shooter freaks out and realizes all bus passengers are witnesses
-we all get shot
-we all die.
Well, that was wonderfully morbid. BeeBee put a little "x" over the face of the tapping smoker, imagining he would be snuffed first. One by one she put "x's" over the rest of the passenger's faces.
Uuuugh, that was a creepy image. She hurriedly erased all the pencil lines, leaving her paper blank.

[SlenderSniper]

Adrian pointed the gun into the dark closet. There was no movement though. No sound. No anything. Slowly he flicked the light on and revealed that, there was no one there. The closet was just as much of a wreck as the rest of the house. Julia's multiple pairs of shoes were thrown on the floor, there were holes in the wall, the works. Yet something stood out. At the back of the closet was a poster-board with a creepy ass symbol drawn on it. It was an O with an X slashed through it.

Adrian got a bad vibe about the symbol, and began to back away. He usually didn't give a shit about bad vibes, bu this was different. He just felt something wrong about the symbol. Without warning, he was off and running. It almost seemed like his feet were pulling him out the door. He ran to his car, opened it up, and got it. He threw the two packs of cigarettes in the passengers seat, stuffed the gun it his pocket, pushed the key in the ignition, and was off.

Driving down the road, towards the more active places in town, he looked back. He could've sworn he saw someone, standing in the doorway, staring after him. He wanted to go back, to be sure, and to kill the man if he was responsible for the disappearance of his wife. But for some reason, he just couldn't. He returned his attention to the road and continued to drive.

He was now on the almost country-side like road that lead to the more active parts of town. But it wasn't really a bar, or a store, or even the cops he was looking for. He was looking for another neighborhood, to see if they were similar to his.

[N Spencer]

Damn it, thought Neil, I missed the bus again?! Pushing back the stretched jumper sleeve on his left arm, he pressed the button on his watch, the light of LED's dancing upon his face. Nope. Hands back in pockets, he started to walk to the bus shelter and the comfort of it's flickering light bulb, but stopped when he noticed the figure.

A tall man in a suit was standing a few hundred meters away, staring at the moon as it reflected off his hairless scalp. Neil might have recognised him, but the man was facing away from him, and in this dim light it would have been hard to make out a face at this distance. Besides, he never met any tall albino in town.

He watched the man sway for a few minutes, then grunted and sat down in the shelter. Probably drugged up or something. Fucking stoner, thought Neil, bitterly, looking the other way as a car appeared in the distance. Sighing, he reached into his bag and pulled out a packet of Skittles. If the bus had been delayed, it was going to be a cold, long night.

[Seraphic Adonis]

Tap-tap, tap-tap, tap. Upon hearing the comment, Casimir dropped his hand, but kept tapping his leg; quietly, this time.

Tree. Tree. Tree. Tree. Bush. Bush. Tree. Casimir pondered whether or not anything interesting was going to happen. Probably not, he thought.

[SticktheFigure]

"These falls are beautiful, I wish I had more time to travel," sighed Davey Swann. He was just sitting around, waiting for the bus. Knowing that the bus wouldn't show up for a while, he began to ponder what to do. "Hmm, looks like I either play with a knife, or go get in some exercise... I bet that lady on the bench would think that I am some sort of murderer or thief if I pulled out a knife. Seems I have nothing to do but train a bit."

And with those words, he decided to pull out his camera and tripod, and see if there were some local spots to hit up. "Better be sure to be more careful this time, I lose depth perception at night. I don't want to almost run down another businessman."

[Watson]

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Trying to warm up and dry off, Jeremiah sat pleasantly back in his seat on the bus for a while, nearly dozing after only a few minutes. He was exhausted and exasperated, but he crazved his notebook after a while, and reached into the backpack by his side to get it. Also removing an mp3 player and a wadded up pair of headphones from his pocket, he flipped open his notebook and began to doodle.

Fifteen minutes later, he was still doodling aggrivatedly, with no sign of any coherent drawing or real work in sight. With a sigh, he flipped the drawing notebook shut, replaced it in his backpack, and pulled out his writing notebook instead.

Lately, it had always been like this. 'Wat' couldn't draw, he couldn't write, and nothiong he did to shake the feeling of frustration and blockage worked. Not to mention his dreams had been particularly blank in recent weeks, filled with nothing but a sense of anxiety and danger. That did not bode well for his creativity, and he was painfully aware of this.

As if on cue, the song Something in the Way by Nirvana began playing on his mp3 player. Chuckling a little bit and deciding to doodle a picture of Kurt Cobain in the margin, 'Wat' leaned back in his seat yet again.

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[Dray]

The town was not a destination hub. It was so small, in fact, that it barely registered on the maps between the farmland, factory districts, and campsite-riddled forest that made up this part of the Canadian Shield, just north of Niagra Falls. Most people were born here and got the hell out, or they stayed and made more babies... the latter being what Ashley's parents had chosen, for some god forsaken reason.

Ashley herself was still too young to take off; being in grade eight (five grades left to go, just five!) she still had some time before she was allowed to escape, however she did the next best thing whenever she had the chance. It was a crappy kind of day, what with the rain coming down. Cold, miserable, windy and wet, most sane people were curled up in front of their TV's or computers where it was warm and comfortable. Ashley was walking down the side of the highway, gloved hands shoved into her hoodie pockets, kicking an empty can and avoiding puddles when possible.

She wasn't angry, necessarily, at least she hadn't been before that last bastard driving by had splashed her with nasty brown water. She had instead been on one of her walks around the outskirts of town when she found herself in the downpour. The closest safe haven that she could think of was the Tim Horton's on the corner of 2nd and Hertz Street, but she was still a good twenty minutes away from there and the cold and wet were seeping into her bones.

Then: salvation... sort of. The Greyhound logo flickered under its unreliable fluorescent light high up on its post across the highway, just off a turn-off ramp and near a grungy looking motel and a few blocks-worth of fences, nearly empty parking lots, and tree-lined scrub land. Even if the motel looked unwelcoming, there was nothing wrong with loitering around the bus station until she dried out a little, was there?

Ashley moved with new determination in that direction, skirting the shoulder of the highway until she was certain that nobody would come barreling out of the rain to run her down, and then jack-rabbiting through puddles, tall grass, a highway divider and... ugh, a swamp's worth of collected rainwater that came to her knees! before she managed to reach the Greyhound's little terminal.

Cursing to herself and stumbling to one of the several bus shelters, Ashley plunked herself onto one of the seats and began a triage on her shoes and socks. They were completely ruined... for the moment she was too busy with that to notice if anyone else was taking shelter from the rain with her.