Laith & Rouge Starter roleplay (tracking)
"Stupid, goddamned, frickin weather" Plump, bitten cherry lips cursed.
"Stupid, goddamned friggin luggage" Slender, paper-pale-fingered hands clutched at a far-too-heavy black duffle bag and laptop case, as the still cursing figure made it's way down the too-narrow corridors between compartments.
"Stupid, goddamned mother...fecking...public...transport!"
Usually warm, calm, if not overly friendly, chocolate eyes flashed, glaring accusingly at the nearest speaker, as the tone sounded, announcing the amount of stops left before the train pulled into its final destination.
Pale, nail-bitten fingers clenched unconciously around his bag, a small, unhappy smile playing on his lips, as he let loose a snarl, roughly opening the door to one of the small, badly kept compartments in the centre segmant of the train.
Fewer people seemed to board on that particular part of the train, for some reason. At each of the previous platforms, there had been crowds of passangers, all, he assumed, in a similar predicimant to he--a combination of bus and air-strikes leaving a mad rush for trains leaving before the holiday season truely kicked off, trying to get back home-- all crowding either at the front or back ends of the train.
"Idiots" He mumbled, ploping his bags onto one of the four worn, faded empty red seats filling the compartment. He warily eyed the folding-down table that currently, precariously, stood in an upright position.
If he had had the choice, he would not have been there. Not for one second. But no. Ooooh no. He just had to come home in time for the holidays. As though his presence--or lack of, would make that much of a difference.
'At least I'll get to see Lacey and the twins' He thought to himself, as he pulled a book out from his bag; one never could start revising too eairly. That was the one thing he did miss, having choosen to go to university so far away from his family; seeing his baby sister and brothers. Last time he had stopped by, little Lacy had proudly shown him her missing front teeth, and the twins--barely two years older than their little sister, had already began pestering him about what he could get them for their seventh birthday, just before new years eve.
Stifling a yawn, he streatched, his soft, pale blue jumper slipping down over one shoulder. Placing his book onto one of the hard, thin armrests of his seat, he reached up to straighten his top, brushing long, inky strands of hair away from his face as he did.
The carriage jolted, his book falling with an almost inaudiable thump onto the carpeted carriage floor. He glared down at it accusingly.
"Stupid, goddamned railworks..."
Eyeing the table wairly, he bent down, retreiving his book with a triumphant 'Ha!' at the table, as he jerked up quickly, not intending to give the thing a chance to attack him, viciously. 'I really should lay off of the three-day-old coffee that guy in dorm room 34B keeps leaving out for me...'
He did not, however, consider the dangers of his equally as deadly, completely useless sense of balance. The train gave another jolt, as he moved to sit back. Unsteady, he slipped off of his seat.
He held his breath. Warily, he turned to look at the table from his position, sitting on the floor. 'Ha! Still a safe distence away!' He inwardly crowed, as he pushed himself up, reaching up to his seat for leverage. He fumbled for a moment, wondering just why his seat was moving, and felt so much thinner than he remembers, and more...plasticy.
Chocolate brown eyes widened, before slipping closed, as he slumped back, falling onto the carriage floor.
