HangYourSecrets

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Aaron was nearly happy that his partner for the train ride had disappeared. "Perhaps she was in the restroom?" Aaron thought. No matter.

Aaron slouched down in his chair, and propped his feet up on the empty chair across from him--on the very corner nearest the window, so as to not disturb Anne if she returned if he had fallen asleep.

And soon he did fall asleep; the rocking of the train had helped him, and soon he found himself in some sort of a darkened room. All around, was only smoke. He had a raging headache and stood up from the floor.

All around the walls of the room, through the smoke, were pictures of his family--a very familiar portrait of his mother, fathers, and himself--as a child.

Noises grew in his ears. At first, indistinguishable. But then growing, until finally, he heard them for what there were--the screams of his late parents.

The nightmare went on and on; taking turns Aaron had never wanted to remember, until finally, a jolt in the train had awakened him.

Aaron's eyes flashed open to see the ceiling of his roomette. Blinking a few times, Aaron began to notice his surroundings. Nothing had changed--except for the tears streaming down his face.

Fatigued, Aaron gazed out of the window and breathed heavily in his slouched position. It was going to be a long road to acceptance.

U.A.U.

By the way, I'm just waiting for everyone to get the first post out before I continue. Not ignoring anybody, promise.

We don't have to do it by turns but it might work for now; since we're pretty much loitering at my characters room. :)

--HYS.

Transcontinental

Before Aaron could really respond to what Anne had said, he had left him alone once again in the car. Shrugging it off, Aaron finished his meal as it was brought to him; the coffee removing the remaining signs of last night's events.

Aaron didn't stand up, however; he looked out the window from his seat in the dining car.

Outside, the lands of Pennsylvania were passing by. People rode on bicycles and drove in cars; all traveling somewhere. For some odd reason, Aaron had a bit of a fantasy--in this fantasy, he imagined he were one of the people, riding their bicycles. Perhaps to school, or work; it did not matter. And that he looked into this very train as it passed, and saw himself.

Aaron wondered what the other man would think of him. What it would be like on the other side of the window.

"Sir," The train attendant said. She had come up behind him and startled him away from his mind. "Would you like a re-fill?"

Aaron looked down at his empty cup of coffee. "Uh, no thank you," He said quietly. The attendant returned to another table, and Aaron left the car; making his way back to his seat, and sitting down.

"Nice meal," He said aloud.

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Aaron quietly listened to the conversation taking place; trying hard not to seem like he was eavesdropping. Very hard to do, it should be noted...

This Anne person seemed very enigmatic to Aaron. She would consistently make statements, hinting at her past, but nothing could ever be gotten out of her. I suppose I do the same thing... He thought to himself.

"What the hell," Aaron thought, "I'll ask, then."

"I guess I could see why you'd feel trapped." Aaron said to his partner in conversation. "My guess is that people that would take this sort of train ride aren't normal in the sense that they're vacationing. I would guess, most people would want to escape."

Aaron took a sip of his coffee. "The other side of the country seems like an excellent escape to me."

U.A.U.

@DR_TRAPEZOID I have no real preference either way. As long as we don't reach Wolf-of-Wall-Street-Level swearing, I'm all good with it.

@Espiculeas I figured as such. I'm just glad to still hear from everyone! I sometimes wait for others to post too so it makes total sense.

U.A.U.

Mercenary Lord said
wish i'd seen this a bit sooner

I'll try to remember this if someone drops out, if that helps! :)

U.A.U.

It's fine, really. I'm on break from college, and I forget that people still lead lives out there!

Transcontinental

Aaron laughed.

"Well, if we're being technical, it's because look decent for getting buzzed. I was conscious enough to hear a few of those phone calls, but not conscious enough to really care." Aaron joked; laughing quietly.

He felt pretty decent, and was hoping the coffee would help with the headache. Aaron glanced down at the phone Anne had been carrying the entire time.

"Although, it does sound like some people are really trying to talk to ya."

U.A.U.

Awesome! I was starting to worry about everyone. And that's fine; I've been working on pet projects in the meantime.

A Slice-of-Life Band RP?

I'd be interested! In real life I've played drums for years, so I would most likely be suited to doing that. Never done a Band RP; could be fun!