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[h3][color=fdc68a]~Graham Turner~[/color][/h3]

A sigh of relief poured out of the defeated lad. Hopefully the rest of the day would be less stressful. He could already feel a headache trying to claw it’s way to the front of his mind. Luckily, it didn’t seem like it was going to be a doozy. He might be able to fight it off for a while. He almost relief sighed again just for that.

[color=00aeef]"See, nothing to worry about."[/color]

Graham looked up to see Alexis grinning at him. Then he laughed. Just a few moments ago he had already begin preparing himself for the sweet embrace of death, content to stew in the belly of a beast for awhile, probably while that beast was stewing in another’s. But no. It was all sunshine and rainbows. Sorry Death, old buddy, old pal, we’ll have to take a rain check. Maybe next weekend?

[color=f7976a]"Alright students, if I can have your attention please! We are now, disembarking, ze vehicle! Please, use caution and if any more of you fight on our way out, I shall have you chopped up and made into delicious bacon bits!"[/color]

‘Meredith’ boomed out, a voice that really couldn’t fit in that frame. Could it? He snapped his head over. Yet another threat. For a brief moment, he wondered if she would really follow through with it. He quickly decided that he’d rather leave that particular question locked up in a small, nasty box in the deepest, darkest, dampest part of his mind, throw away the key and never speak of it again. Or in the first place. Thinking was complicated sometimes.

[color=f7976a]"Now march little kiddies! Onward to...EDUCATION!"[/color]

A chill sprinted down the boy’s spine, causing him to shudder.

[color=00aeef]"Come on, lets get going. I wanna see how Kitty's doing."[/color]

Graham smiled and nodded, rising to his feet. He had to admit, he was worried too. He hadn’t seen Kitty when she fell, but he did notice some blood still on the floor. Her blood. But surely there had to be someone around that could patch her up. Someone that could fix up her arm like he had fixed his neighbor, Mrs. Bloomberg’s, limping poodle. Although, she was a fair bit nicer than the poodle. That thing thanked him by, well, delivering unto him the highest quality poodle piddle. 

He stretched and took a look around the tram.

Each and every one of them were different. Not just in the obvious affront to the basic laws of nature aspect, but in the way they were. Some quiet, others loud. Some young, others old. Some short, others tall; maybe some taking too much advantage of that last one. Greedy little…

But the boy couldn’t help but feel something swell up in him. Happiness? Pride? It felt like a bit of both. For better or for worse, these were his people now. And Graham’s smile widen. It might have been a helluva bumping ride, but he had found a home. 

[color=fdc68a]“Definitely. Right behind you.”[/color]

And with that the lad jumped off the train, landing squarely in the first day of the rest of his life. [/centre]