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[b]Location:[/b] TRAIN → GLOUCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS
[b]Interacting with:[/b] ‘Boston Renegades’ [/centre]

[i][indent]'you used to get it in your fishnets,[/indent]
[indent][indent]now you only get it in your nightdress,[/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][indent]discarded all the naughty nights for niceness,[/indent][/indent][/indent]
[indent][indent][indent][indent]landed in a very common crisis'[/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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Katie was sitting in a rather uncomfortable position at one of the window spots around the small, cramped table booth. She sat normally with her body up straight, but her neck was bent slightly so she could lean her head against the window of the train. Her head shook softly as the train went along, every now and then forcing a sigh out of her. An arctic monkeys song played into her white apple earphones at the highest volume, echoing out too the people around her as it played too her. Sometimes when it got good she was nod her head a little, but other than that you would think she was asleep. Her sunglasses helped with this, shielding her eyes from everybody as she watched the surroundings pass. She wasn't used too train journeys that were this long. Back at home, if she had been on a train for as long as this she could have been in another city, yet she still wasn't out of state. This country was too fucking big.

She barely noticed as Max and Spencer came back, sitting back at the table. She looked over just for a second, watching them as they sat down and Emily as she made a joke about where they had just been. Out of the corner of her eye she could see a sticker on the wall of the train which said 'no smoking'. It was taunting her. She had been dying for a cigarette since she got on the train, and every time she saw that sign it made her want one even more. She reached down her side, feeling around her pocket area too instinctively touch the box of cigarettes that she had. The shape of them was clearly visible through her skinny jeans.[color=92278f] "Fuck sake".[/color] She said under her breath, to nobody in particular. She had considered multiple times on this journey just standing on her seat, opening the small window and trying to smoke out of there. It was almost worth the trouble of nearly getting caught. 

She noticed somebody had just thrown a newspaper down on the table, and after a moment of considering, she reached out for it and grabbed it before somebody else could. She unfolded it, and saw the headline.[i] 'Hunt for the 'Boston Renegades' continues'[/i] Boston renegades? Was that there name now? She looked too the text below it, a big box with just lots and lots of text. She let out yet another sigh, this was going too take some effort. She scanned over the words one by one, slowly piecing them together as she went. This would be so much easier if she wasn't bloody stupid. It took her quite a while, but she managed too get too her part of the Article. 
[color=92278f]"Nothing?"[/color] She whispered, seeing that her parents hadn't written anything. No pleas for help. No asking where she was. No concern. No care. She bit her lip softly as she let her eyes drift away from the newspaper. She was hurt, she wouldn't lie. Who wouldn't be hurt if they had parents that didn't care they had been missing for days, weeks? She threw the newspaper down as she decided too give them the benefit of the doubt.

The train stopped, and everybody was getting off. She waited until everybody was off, and shuffled along the seats until she hopped off the edge, walking slowly behind everybody else through the crowds until they got off the train. As soon as they did, she reached into her pockets and grabbed her cigarettes.
[color=92278f]"I need a fag".[/color] She spoke in a strong English accent, a more common London one too be precise. Taking one out of the packet, she put it into her mouth and clasped her inverted lips around it. She didn't know if it was legal or not too smoke in a train station, but she was outside. Screw it, she had waited too long. While she listened too the others talking about campsites and spa's and everything else, she reached into her left pocket and pulled out her lighter. It was a simple $1 lighter she got from the last store they went in before they got on the train. She lifted it up too the end of the cigarette, cupped it and sparked the lighter. Once, twice. Three times lucky. The flame burnt the end, and she pulled on it too get it burning. The lighter went back in her pocket, and her hands rested at her sides for a second as she took a long pull of her cigarette. She reached back up, taking it in between two fingers and breathing it down again into her throat. The familiar feeling of the smoke clawing at her throat as she breathed it in felt like release too her, and she blew it out in a long straight line, closing her eyes as she smiled too herself.

[color=92278f]"I don't mind a camping ground. Sounds like a good idea, actually".
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