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Bus B, Day One

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Bus B, Day One

Post by Admin Space on Thu Sep 01, 2011 7:49 pm

Exactly one hour after the intercom had chimed into life, the ward B patients who were to transfer to the new facility were lead out to their waiting bus by a pair of Saint Christina's security, a few other guards and staff mingling with the group en route. The leading guards took up positions either side of the coach doors, and the students were herded inside, followed by a number of the staff who were also transferring to the new facility. Once they were all more or less settled down, the engine coughed into life, and coach B was off, beginning it's long journey back to Louisiana, and another new facility.

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Re: Bus B, Day One

Post by Andry Buernsey on Mon Sep 05, 2011 12:31 am

One move had been stressful, but two was too much for Andry. He thrived on routine, on controlled environment, and all of this upheaval was frankly freaking him out. Herded onto the bus with the rest of the student body, carrying a bag in one shaking hand, Andry tried to breath deeply. He told himself that at least this move would bring him slightly closer to his home state; that made him feel marginally better, but not enough to make his hands stop shaking or his chest feel any less tight.

He sat by himself in the back of the bus and buried his head in his hands, trying to drown out of the upsetting noise of all the other students talking, trying to focus on his breathing and nothing else. All he thought of when he thought of Louisiana was hurricanes. That wasn't exactly a good connotation. Hurricanes were scary, and so was this bus, and so was this move. He thought of his grandfather and felt bad. Andris Metulj had done everything possible to get his family to America, and here Andry was, freaking out about having to take a four day bus trip. He was named for his grandfather, so he felt as if he should at least try to reflect some of his better qualities. That thought didn't help, either. Grandpa Metulj was a bear-like old man who looked like he routinely killed wildcats with his bare hands. Andry was a skinny, pale teenager with PTSD who was generally baffled about everything. It was a terrible comparison; Andry thought that his mother should have named him after someone else, someone more lame.

The bus gave a jolt and began to move; Andry squeezed his eyes closed as hard as he could and tried to imagine himself sitting in his living room in the house in Boston he hadn't seen for a year now, tried to imagine it being late afternoon and everything being quiet and serene and motionless -- then someone sat down beside him.
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Re: Bus B, Day One

Post by Kennedia Okpik on Tue Sep 06, 2011 10:25 am

This was a move that Kennedia was more than happy to take. It seemed that that authorities of their prison had finally seen the light and decided to listen to her. Finally her gift was being recognized! She'd told them what she'd seen, staff members and patients alike had heard her when she went running into the courtyard. A beacon of truth into the future. She was, in that moment, all she knew she could be and all they had denied since her mother died. She'd seen the Island sinking, clear as her eye's vision in the day. She'd seen the water over taking buildings from the foundations to the eaves. The vision had been so real she even seemed to feel the cold water on her skin. Taking her over two, chilling every inch of her to the bone and clinging on afterward.

At the time she'd been terrified. No one ever listened to her, not cops, not nurses, none of the people that were supposed to listen when you were in trouble. Back in Rhode Island Lauren had been the only one to listen. Her aunt and uncles poisonous skepticism was what shipped her off to Hadley in the first place. And here there was only one person who truly stuck by her side, that was Kitty. Though a few fellow patients had indicated they saw the truth in the courtyard that day. Still Kennedia had so much fear in her. She felt like there was no way the administration was going to listen. Believe her or not, everyone would be trapped there on the doomed island. Slowly sinking into the ocean to drowned.

So when the announcement came she packed in seconds. Leaving behind anything she deemed non-essential and rushed to the meeting point. The sooner she and Kitty and all the others were off the Island the better. As soon as Kitty was within reach Kennedia grabbed her hand tightly and smiled wide.

"We did it you know. We told them the truth and they finally believed. Everyone is going to be safe because of us and our amazing power... together."

She paused her elated victory speech to glance around the bus.

"Where shall we sit?"
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Re: Bus B, Day One

Post by Elena Goodwin on Tue Sep 06, 2011 1:59 pm

Elena wasn't thrilled about the prospect of being cooped up on a bus for days on end with other people. She honestly did not feel like she should be subject to it all, and found herself longing to be back home, in Georgia. Even if that meant she'd have to be stuck with her aunt and uncle, and their brats that they call their children.

Ever since they shipped her off, she'd been miserable. Not that she wasn't before hand. What Elena really wanted was to be back with her parents, but they were dead and would never come back again. So, in lieu of dwelling on that thought, she decided to just grit her teeth and bear this dreaded trip. At least they'd be getting off the island. Some fine idea that had been, sticking them all on an island. It made Elena wonder just who was in charge of making decisions.

After gathering all the items she cared to take, Elena picked up her bag and headed out to the bus. It didn't matter to her, which one she was to end up on. After all, they were all just as filthy and gross as the next. Not a means of travel that she'd have chosen for herself. But she wasn't allowed to make her own decisions anymore, so that didn't matter much.

Boarding the bus that was designated for B ward patients, Elena looked around. She found a seat towards the front, and slid in, careful to put her hood from her sweater over her head, so nothing would contaminate her perfect head. The thought of all the filthy people who could have sat in the same seat before her made her skin crawl.

Instead of thinking about the situation at hand, Elena closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself in the world that she deserved to be in. Back at home with her parents, attending parties and going to all of her lessons just like her mother and father wanted. She was their perfect little princess, and she hated that they were gone now. She hated that no one else in the world seemed to realize how special she was, how perfect she was. It wasn't like that was a lot to ask. All anyone had to do was look at the girl to see that she was in a class all her own...
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Re: Bus B, Day One

Post by Maggie Luchak on Tue Sep 06, 2011 2:06 pm

The move was chaos as usual and despite doing it three times already Maggie was freaking out just as much as usual. West Hollywood to Oulette, Oulette to Phoenicia, Phoenicia to Green Ridge and now, still, nothing had changed. Maggie simply wasn't a good mover. She had a lot of stuff, good stuff, the best stuff, and the stress of potentially leaving something behind was hard for her to deal with. Plus she really liked Green Ridge. Really a lot. She liked the freedom of her weekends. And the ability to wander off on her own a bit. For obvious reasons the high security inside the facility really didn't sit well with her. Having someone watch your every move was obviously quite disturbing.

So after some frustrated tears and a lot of running around she finally managed to absolutely positively get everything packed a ready to go. She must have checked under the bed a million times. Running for the bus as the last straggler from the Ward B girl's dorms she dragged herself on the bus and bee-lined for the back. Ducking her head in hopes that the blond girl up front that made her cry when they first came to Green Ridge wouldn't notice her. The bathroom was always in the back so really there wasn't even a question of where she needed to sit. The front or the middle simply wouldn't do. How obvious would it be every time she got up to visit the ladies' room? But in the back she could just slip in and slip out. Much classier and much more subtle.

But of course, there was already someone sitting back there. Figured. The back seats were supposed to be the popular ones weren't they? Or at least that's what Maggie had gathered from TV and movies having never ridden a school bus herself. But one pair of seats was only half occupied, a boy sitting alone. A little nervous swallow as she braced herself against the seat backs on the already moving bus. Wasn't that a no no? Weren't they supposed to have everyone seated for safety? She quickly slide into the seat beside the blond boy. Offering her best megawatt smile and smoothing some of her thick dark hair off her shoulder. Maybe with a little luck she could charm him enough that he'd let her stay...

"Hi there, you don't mind if I sit here do you? I don't want to sit alone, it gets so boring on these long moves you know?"
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Re: Bus B, Day One

Post by Laura Richardson on Tue Sep 06, 2011 4:35 pm

Laura wasn’t at all sure about moving again. It seemed like she’d done a lot of moving and she didn’t like it. And this time she didn’t know what to do with herself. She remembered Louisiana, it was the one with the hurricane, but she couldn’t remember liking it or not liking it and it was still a long way from Uncle Kenneth, even though there wasn’t water in the way any more. Maybe she could put her thumb out on a road if she got out like people did on the telly? Or get the bus… But she wasn’t very sure about how buses worked. She’d managed by trial and error and lots of walking when she lived with Fiona and Mike, never really daring to try out public transport because most of the public seemed to be crammed onto it all at the same time. How did buses work in other places? Was the subway anything like a bus? Not that that really mattered, she hadn’t a clue how the subway worked either. No, she’d have a sign that said New York on it and then hopefully someone would be going to New York too and then they could go together. All she needed to do was work out how to not be in the new place in Louisiana any more. So this was good. And maybe they’d rotate places? Because if that was true, they’d go back to New-York-but-not-New-York at some point and then it would be even easier. Yes. That was a good plan.

Tucking herself away in a corner, Laura decided she was going to draw. She’d draw her way through five days and maybe if she looked really really interested nobody would talk to her. She didn’t like moving much. It made her feel all shaken up inside and muddly and she could never feel right in a new place for weeks and weeks and then she got all homesick again. And then… Laura wondered what to do. She’d write uncle Kenneth a letter, so he knew she’d moved again. And then she’d send him a picture too, of cows. (Was Mary coming? Please let Mary be coming…) And then she’d get sorted in her new place and if she was really lucky maybe she’d get a room with someone who didn’t like sleeping or nobody (which sounded lonely, really) and then she could sleep a lot without worrying so much. And she’d draw a picture of the sea and boats and fish for Dani to say sorry for being upset. Kicking off her shoes, Laura curled up, began to gnaw on her nails and tried to swallow down the guilt that had knotted itself into a ball in her tummy. What had she done to make them move this time? Did this mean they believed her? Did this mean she could do them a favour and try and disappear and they would all be able to settle in a place? Maybe it was because she cried. She didn’t remember crying, but she probably had.

Determinedly picking up a pencil, Laura prepared to draw non stop for the next five days. Otherwise something bad would happen.
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Post by Andry Buernsey on Tue Sep 06, 2011 9:38 pm

Andry's head shot up; he almost hit it on the back of the seat. Why didn't he pay more attention? This always happened to him. Anyway, his nerves were so frayed today that he probably would have jumped even if he had seen her coming.

"No...no...go ahead. It's fine," he said, letting out his breath slowly and running a hand through his hair. She was pretty, but not really, and familiar-looking; normally he wouldn't have minded her sitting beside him. But today he was afraid that he would start crying or something and weird her out; he was already wobbling on the line between "acting normal" and "freaking out." Stuffing his shaking hands between his knees, he glanced out of the window, felt his chest tighten a little more, then looked at the floor. Slowly, he looked back up at the girl's face.

"This whole move thing is kind of...fucked up, right?" Andry said, laughing a nervous laugh that may have sounded a little hysterical. He was hoping that she might say something even remotely comforting, but recognized the fact that it was unlikely. She was probably as confused as he was about their ever-shifting background. He used to want freedom, but now he just wanted to stay in the same place for more than a few months.
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Post by Maggie Luchak on Tue Sep 06, 2011 10:05 pm

Maggie reached into her locks and pulled forth a length of brown hair from behind her ear, finger combing it for a moment before separating three strands and braiding it quickly. It was nearly an unconscious action, her fingers working back and forth. The most casual of nervous ticks perhaps. Maggie always braided at bit of her hair when talking to new people. If nothing else it gave her hands something to do. Milk pale digits working with strands the colour of chocolate.

"I've been with the group since back in Louisiana. I guess I'm getting used to it, at least a little. I'm still no good at packing though. at least not with how little time and warning they give us. I mean, I'm very neat, but I have a lot of stuff accumulated..."

She paused, giving the boy a bit of mental and visual appraisal. He was handsome, but what struck her most was the shocking near white of his hair and the shape of his bottom lip. He reminded her of Severin in the most heart-wrenching of ways. She considered leaning in for a little kiss, even if he wasn't her long lost love. But the sensible side of her kept her well grounded. Stealing kisses was for Tramps quite strictly.

"I haven't really understood these last few moves honestly. I mean in Louisiana we had to go... everything was wrecked. Everything. It was like trying to live in a disaster zone..."
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Post by Andry Buernsey on Tue Sep 06, 2011 11:42 pm

"I've been with you guys since New York," Andry said. He had been vaguely aware of the fact that Hadley hadn't always been located there, but it hadn't really penetrated until now. It had been in Louisiana? Was that why they were going there? "It's...I don't like moving around. It really freaks me out."

Her calmness was a little reassuring in itself. He smiled a tiny, nervous smile and inhaled deeply like his mother used to tell him to when he was overwhelmed. This was going to be okay after all. And she was really pretty...if he squinted, she could almost be blonde. The comment about Louisiana being a disaster zone when they'd left reminded Andry why he had been freaking out in the first place; it threw him back into his turmoil.

"I really don't get it either," he said, shrugging. "It doesn't make a lot of sense...St. Christina's seemed like it was doing fine. I don't know what to expect in Louisiana; that's what scares me. I didn't know what to expect when we came here, either...two moves this close together is...a little overwhelming."

He smiled a wobbly, apologetic smile and wiped his eyes quickly with the heels of his hands. Andry's self-hatred expanded a little more, and he took another deep breath. This was definitely not going to be okay. There was nothing about this that was okay.
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Post by Danica Princip on Wed Sep 07, 2011 6:31 pm

dani wasn't at all sure that she liked the idea of a move, but it wasn't as though she had a great deal of choice in the matter. She'd packed her bag up, like a good little prisoner, tossed a couple of extra books into it for good measure, and had been waiting outside by the time the rest of the ward filed out of the building. She hadn't wanted to be first onto the bus though, she'd joined the back of the queue, making sure she was the last one on. It seemed obvious to her really, she'd find a place to sit where she coul;d keep an eye on Maggie, hopefully within earshot of staff too, just in case the girl (inevitably) did something stupid. Maybe someone would actually listen to her about Maggie's increasingly obvious eating disorder if they'd actually seen it for themsalves, but then again, these were Hadley staff.

What she hadn't expected to see was laura, huddled up on her own. Dani wasn't really sure what to do after that, her plans for Maggie were forgotten in an instant. not wanting to crowd her friend, she ended up settling down across the aisle from Laura, giving the girl a smile. Sitting too close to someone so afraid of touch could only end badly, and it wasn't as thoguh the coach was going to be full with just ward B kids in it. "Hi Laura, long time no see." she said, speaking a little quietly, worried she might scare the girl. She didn't pretend to know what was going on with her friend, but she definatley missed the other girl.

"What are you drawing?" she adked, setting her bag down on the seat beside her and digging out a book, thogh for now she made no effort to read it. All she wanted to do at the moment was talk, but she wouldn't push that if Laura didn't want to. Even just sitting here in silence, as close to with her friend as she dared, would be a great way to spend at least part of the trip. maybe Louisiana wouldn't be such a bad place to go back to after all?
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Post by Christiana Keeble on Thu Sep 08, 2011 8:28 pm

And so they had come full circle, literally. Louisiana to New York to Oregon, and so it went. If they had to move again, Christiana was in no doubt that they would be heading to New York for the second time. And wherever these kids went, Christiana Keeble would go along, until she was so old they put her out to pasture. So, as soon as the official word came down that they would be moving again, along with such staff members as chose to accompany them, Christiana had notified Tracy Ames to assign her a slot on a bus, dug out the travel bag she'd never really gotten around to unpacking, and repacked it with the required five days' worth of clothing and supplies. Her final step, the previous day, had been to get the necessary permissions to go to the mainland temporarily and take King to a pet transportation facility. They would keep him for a day or two to accustom him to his travel cage, then fly him to Louisiana, where she would be able to pick him up when she arrived. It had been hard to leave her baby, especially when he looked at her with big, trusting eyes and whimpered, but she knew it was for the best. Unless she by some miracle had been assigned to Bus C, the little terrier was too high-strung to be safe among the patients.

And, as it happened, she hadn't been assigned to Bus C. Neither had she been assigned to Bus A, for which she was profoundly grateful when she found that Roscoe Jones was making the move. However, riding Bus B meant five days with her other favorite student, Kennedia Okpik. In a way, the so-called psychic child was worse than Roscoe. Christiana was not alone in being loathed by Roscoe; the boy had a permanent chip on both shoulders and, from all accounts, was kind to very few people. The little psycho, however (as Christiana uncharitably thought of her), seemed to like most people. She'd read in her file that the girl used a pendulum to decide if a person was trustworthy. In Christiana's case, she'd probably decided the spiritual device was unnecessary. After all, Officer Keeble had stopped her from fighting, tried to restrain her, and finally plunged a hypodermic needle into her thigh and shot her with a syringe full of an experimental and potentially damaging sedative. None of which bothered Christiana in the slightest--the brat had deserved it, in her opinion--but it had served to cement her in Kennedia's mind as Public Enemy Number One.

However, she was determined to do her duty, as she always was, and she had willingly taken the job of checking the students onto the bus. Kennedia had skipped right past her without looking, obviously relieved to be leaving--probably, Christiana thought unkindly, she had had some vision that the island was a dangerous place--and she had had to fight down the urge to call her out and make trouble for her for no reason. Summers. Remember June Summers. Such a desire had led to the stupid officer shooting an innocent girl in the leg, shooting arguably the most powerful man on the island in the shoulder, and getting mauled by a pair of incredibly pissed-off Dobermans.

Controlling herself, Christiana checked off the last student, then mounted the bus and nodded to the driver. "That's the lot. We're good to go."

With that, she headed to the back of the bus, her eyes flicking back and forth as she marked where each student was sitting and what they were doing. She took the seat opposite an incredibly skinny girl and a blond-haired boy, right next to the bathroom, where she could see everything and also monitor who was using the bathroom too much, just in case someone had gotten ahold of drugs or something they weren't supposed to have. Call her suspicious if you like, but Christiana had been with this group for a year, surviving two rounds of mass firing following massive incompetence that had allowed one patient's tormenter access to her and allowed another patient to escape into the frozen woods. Alex Lance, Tracy Ames, and to a certain extent Gunner Bjorgen had all indicated, one way or another, that they trusted her. She wasn't going to let them think that trust was misplaced.
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Post by Maggie Luchak on Fri Sep 09, 2011 12:16 am

"Yeah? Where was home for you? I mean before... My family is from West Hollywood but I used to travel a lot for competition. So I'm used to traveling, just not packing my whole life up, I kind of like seeing the new places."

The boy smiled a bit and Maggie felt better. She liked being able to put people at ease when she was able to. It mean she was doing things right. Being sweet, being charming was important, even if she wasn't always good at it. There was never anything bad about people liking you. You catch more flies with honey after all and Maggie was a regular apiarists. She noted that he seemed to respond a little better talking about places as compared to the moving to and fro. She smiled sweetly and did everything in her power to keep the conversation upbeat. Friends could be few and far between at Hadley and she could always use one more.

Between statements and questions her pale blue-grey eyes glanced around the various figures on the bus. She spotted Dani and her unkempt head of hair. A good ways away and pleasantly distracted. Elena remained far out of ear and eye-shot, excellent. That crazy shouty one, the real crazy one, seemed to be in a good mood for a change. Maggie was beginning to think it was her absolutely most lucky day. Until of course one of the security staffers decided to plop her tomboy slob self into a nearby seat. Too close and too big and obstacle. How awful. Suddenly instead of a calm ride Maggie wished for chaos. Anything to make the woman swap seats. Instead Maggie offered the woman a sweet little smile and a nod hello as she sat down. 'No trouble here officer, now go away.' She thought, a little bitter thought hidden behind years of stage and show training. Then she turned her attention back to Andry. Whole-heartedly pushing on with the mundane small talk platitudes of it all to re-enforce how dull and not in need of security they were.

"But Oregon was totally boring. When I graduate I either want to go back to Hollywood or maybe to New York, but the City specifically... I really want to see Broadway someday. My old room-mate Madeline, she'd been a bunch of times and she told me all about it."
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Post by Andry Buernsey on Sun Sep 11, 2011 1:48 am

"I'm from Boston," Andry said, hardly noticing the security guard sitting down near them. He was used to being policed all the time...it didn't bother him anymore. If anything, the guard's presence was reassuring. "What kinds of competitions do...did you do?" He didn't actually care all that much, but if she kept talking it was easier to stop thinking. The more she talked about her life, the more he could forget about his.

"I definitely want to go home when I...graduate." He said in response, hesitating because, somewhere at the back of his mind, he knew that at eighteen, he was almost certainly just going to be kicked along to another similar mental institution. There was no graduation for him, no out. But that didn't mean he couldn't hope; going home was pretty much the only thing he could hope for. There would be no trips to see Broadway for Andry, which was actually perfectly fine with him. Broadway sounded noisy.

He looked out of the window again, at the rushing ground, and sniffed. Maybe he'd move with Bella to the country, where everything was quiet and still all of the time and the only dangerous things were bears and rabies. That was a good thought, and he focused on it, except for the part about the bears and the rabies.
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Post by Laura Richardson on Wed Sep 14, 2011 1:16 pm

Laura smiled shyly at Dani. She hadn’t been avoiding her on purpose, it was just that she didn’t want Dani to die. People kept disappearing and Laura was sure something bad had happened, and it probably involved her somehow. A lot of things did. She was scared there’d be another hurricane. Laura had a feeling she’d need to look out of windows at least twenty times a day to make sure there was nothing ominous and hurricane shaped coming towards them. Although what she’d do if she saw one she had no idea.

Turning her paper round she showed her. “It’s a sunflower, with a bee on it. And that’s a penguin.” She knew that sunflowers and penguins didn’t really mix, but maybe penguins would like them? Nobody knew unless they showed them to them. And there was global warming, so maybe it was just a really futuristic picture. She was going to do Dani’s sea picture when she’d got used to the bumpiness that happened when you drew and things drove along at the same time. And she’d seen the sea for real this time, so maybe this would be a better sea picture than usual. Would she still be with Dani when they got back to Louisiana? She wondered if they’d re-split them up or something. Did this mean she’d need to sit with another person and fill out another form and try to explain all over again? She was a little bit nervous. Couldn’t she just draw them a picture of death and destruction and other bad d-words, and sneak off when they stopped to get petrol? She wondered if they’d mind. Probably not. She’d miss Dani though. And she’d need to remember to bring her paper with her so she could make her New York sign. And her shoes, which had already got a bit lost under her seat. Should she try the first stop? Or wait until they got closer? She wasn’t really sure about any of this… she’d wait until the water had gone. Definitely. She was a little bit nervous in case people got cross, though. She began to gnaw a fingernail and wondered if she should ask Dani. Dani could come with her, maybe? But she might not like it.

“What’s your book about?” Laura looked down at her picture and contemplated. “After this I’m going to draw a badger. I haven’t seen any badgers for ages…” Didn’t they have badgers here? Maybe she just wasn’t seeing any. She was sure they had mooses in America and she hadn’t seen any of those either. Or bears. “Do you think the cows are coming?” If Mary was coming it would be harder to decide when to go. Maybe she’d ask Dani after all. Or not. It was a bit scary… “I missed talking to you. Lots.” She smiled shyly again and gnawed at her fingers, feeling a little like her rudimentary escape plan was tattooed on her forehead. This would be so much easier if they’d said to her that it would be easier if she magically disappeared en route.
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