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"See?" Alessa leaned back to get out of the poor boil's face. He didn't look terribly happy to see them, really, but he had offered his name. She touched Alwine's arm again, in hopes it would prompt the ghoul to let go. "Everything's fine, with no one dead in here that isn't supposed to be." Couldn't exclude the undead, after all. But at least they were alive in their death? Or something.

"I'm Alessa," she told the two of them, after being the only one who hadn't introduced themself. She passed a glanced back at Alwine. "You should stop being so hard on yourself. I'm sure he's not upset, are you Bartholomew?" She then look in his direction expectantly. It was an innocent enough gesture, but of course if he was a jerk about it she was likely to give him a piece of her mind too.

"Err," Bartholomew said, still dangling there in spite of the fact that he was being manhandled. "She's right. It's alright, really."

He cleared his throat.

"Easy mistake to make. Happens to me all the time."

What part of Alwine was he supposed to be looking at? Was it polite to stare at someone's chest if they didn't have a head? ...Barth decided it wasn't worth that much bafflement over and stared at a neutral bit of wall.

"Nice to meet the pair of you," he mumbled

Mandy had quietly watched the entire exchange between Bunny, Headless and Sleepy with no small amount of incredulity. Was Headless really that thick? I mean- well ok she didn't have a nose or ears to tell her he obviously wasn't dead but the ghoul was obviously seeing somehow and even Mandy's poor eyesight could pick up the rise and fall of Sleepy's chest.

Still despite her disparaging thoughts she manage to keep out of it almost to the end. It wasn't until she saw the poor boil trying to figure out where to look that she finally cracked and burst out laughing at the group. 

Alwine had cheered up a considerable amount since she started speaking to the two of them. Alessa seemed nice and Bartholomew seemed rather oblivious to Alwine's obvious faults... even if he didn't seem to make eye contact with her. She was used to that by now, sigh.

And then Mandy started laughing. Had Alwine done something stupid again? She did that a lot. Her neck flushed, her shoulders flushed, everything all the way down to her fingertips flushed red. She wished she could disappear right then and there-- she had tried it several times during this whole fiasco, but the pin limited her (and god forbid she tried to make trouble).

So, in a case like this where Alwine could fight or flee-- she fled. And when I say 'fled', I mean she slunk down and hid in the window seat next to Bartholomew.

"I won't make a peep," she promised. "Just hide me, this is too embarrassing for me to handle. You won't even notice I'm here, really."

Despite the fact that most of the trouble in this train car had somehow spread from Alwine and her self-loathing tendencies.

Alessa wasn't quite sure she believed Bartholomew, as it didn't really seem like a commonly made mistake, but that was alright. She didn't mind that he was fibbing a little for Alwine's sake. The poor ghoul seemed to need it, with the low confidence levels she was displaying. This, of course, was proven all too true when Alwine shuffled to hide behind the demon boil in response to Mandy's laughter. Ugh, that ghoul!

She hated being protected or taken care of, but she had absolutely no qualms doing so for others. For some reason, at this point, she felt entitled to help Alwine. It probably helped that she had been a bit miffed at Mandy from the beginning. "Do you have a problem?" Alessa asked Mandy sharply, giving her a strangely narrow and disapproving look for a rabbit. "Just leave her alone and mind your own business."

Julian sat down when the ghoul had gotten into her seat, choosing to ignore Belladonna for the moment. He knew she could be a little energetic, but this was a bit more than he could handle. He was just pulling out his book from a pocket in the loose black cargo shorts he was wearing (Though it was hard to call them shorts, they fell below his knees, but weren't really long enough to call pants or even kapris) when she introduced herself and asked what Belladonna had meant.

"I d-don't honestly kn-know. With her, c-could be anything," he replied with a small shrug, letting the book fall back into his pocket. If she wanted to talk, he wouldn't dismiss her. That would be rude, even if he did have trouble talking with others.

"Oh Zwei, I am ever so delighted to see you as well!" A hand darted away from Jack's tail for a moment to pet him, before returning to the tail. It finally dawned on her that this may be bothering Jack, but she also kind of figured he would have said something when she first grabbed it. So all in all, the only thing left to do was twist back around to address Tsetsiliya and Julian. Actually, there was one other thing to do.

"Hi, I'm Belladonna." She flashed a quick smile to the girl, before furrowing her eyebrows. "Can we call you... Siliya?! Doesn't that sound darling?" Somehow the red head managed to position herself so that she was leaning against Jack (she meant it in the friendliest way possible) and still facing the others.

"SO. When Jack and I were first coming to Amityville, we had to ride this train and all these really awful things started happening. Other students were being attacked and getting cut up and passing out and no one could use their FEAR to fight it! There weren't any teachers on the train and everyone started accusing each other. It was totally awful and horrific!" Throughout this entire time she had somehow managed to inject a number of very scary looking hand motions that mostly included ripping someone up and general mayhem. "Then something attacked ME. It was really terrible, I couldn't move... But Zwei here was a sweetie, just like Jack! And they made me feel lots better.

.........Wasn't there supposed to be a point to all of this? OH YEAH!
"And I paired up with this really nice ghost-girl, Kasumi, we're still really good friends actually! But she was trying to protect me by figuring out who was the attacker. But staying paired up really helped. So you two stick together, NO MATTER WHAT. OK!?"
To further prove her point, she wound one arm around Jack's, though she was turned backwards and it seemed a bit odd, but it was the thought that mattered!

((I would like to sink your Battleship!))

Having quietly boarded the train and chosen a seat earlier, Sheeki looked around the cabin with a snarl to his face. He didn't like people. They were too loud. No. Wait. He carefully pinched his brow ridge as he gathered his thoughts again. So what if they were loud? They can't be expected to adjust to meet his preferences. He can't keep having those impulses; he's a rational ghost dammit.

Shaking all evil thoughts from his mind (he's not that antisocial, really) he looked around the cabin. It seemed a lot of the students were already bustling about while he was daydreaming. What was that? Seems like he missed Rain's introduction. And some other things that he didn't care for.

These people give me a migraine. He stared at one of the walls while he tried to wait for such thoughts to disappear. Because ignoring is always the best option it seems.

One thing he was willing to accept: the pin he was forced to wear pisses him off. A ghost is meant to phase through things. It's what ghosts do. He absently tugged at the pin attached to him. "Where are we going?" he muttered into the air. He had sat alone, not bringing attention to himself. Again, it's what ghosts tended to do.