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Train Cars Like Coffins [Eliot/Cassandra]
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Post by Cross on Apr 4, 2018 20:20:21 GMT
The train car was silent save for Cassandra herself and the young teen curled up on the seat across from her. She wasn't entirely certain when the boy had gotten onto the train having dozed off herself between stops lulled by the steady clack clack clack of the wheels, but now half asleep the medic found herself eyeing her companion with concerned heavy-lidded eyes. It was late...how late she couldn't be certain having only begun to return home herself in the wee hours of the AM after having being called out to deal with an emergency injury at one of the local zoos. A second set of steady hands had been needed and the damage had been too bad for the zoo vet to handle alone. Perhaps it was three AM now, maybe four. Yet it was the quiet still time of the night that was too late to be considered the hours after midnight and too early to be called dawn.
The dead hour they'd called it in the south. A time of monsters. If Cas had been prone to superstition she might have agreed, but she'd seen the faces of real monsters far too early in life and found they looked deceptively too much like perfectly normal average people for her own tastes. It was however, still too late in the evening for a child to be out and about in her opinion. Of course she was fairly certain if she voiced her thoughts the teen would argue the point of whether or not they were a kid or not leaving her pondering whether she should speak. She'd never thought herself very good with teens having been one too recently to have any idea what to do with one that wasn't her.
Yet before she could open her mouth however she was all, but thrown to the side and dragged from her seat as the trains breaks suddenly kicked in with a horrifying screeeeccchhhhh of straining mechanics and screaming metal. Ripping against her eardrums like nails on a chalkboard till the cars in all their mass rumbled to a complete stop leaving Cas to warily return to her feet. Her grip tight on one of the side poles as she got her shaking legs beneath her. It had been quiet before, but now, now in the still air of the tunnels with the lights of the car flickering above them it was truly and utterly silent.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 4, 2018 22:22:43 GMT
It took a lot to get a sleeper as light as Elliot to start dozing off on a moving vehicle, but today just might've done the trick.
That wasn't to say that the boy was having much luck with his rest. While the other person on the train may have seen him curled up peacefully, he had actually been tossing and turning quite a bit on the train. Occasionally he let out frustrated sounding murmurs, voice too quiet to really be heard over the sounds of the train rushing through Shibuya's underground. The grip he had on his legs was downright white-knuckled, leaving his pants creased from where he was clinging on. Mercifully, he didn't look nearly as haggard as he had in the months previous. The bags under his eyes had long settled back to their usual color, and his hair and clothes hadn't settled back into their prior state of disarray. However, if one was to look at Elliot, his body was way too tense to be fully okay.
He just didn't get it. Why did Isaac have to promise him he'd be fine, if he was going to run off and do something like that? Why would he take medicine that hurt him, only to end up losing control and skewering someone important to the both of them anyway? Why couldn't it have been anything else, besides full data corruption? Why couldn't it have been anyone else on the planet instead of his beloved brother? Elliot thought that he was finally starting to recover from the listlessness of his mind, but finding out about all of this was making him question. The old worries that he had fought so hard to put down were coming back up, and frankly it made him want to hurl.
Then the trains of thought and reality both decided to derail. For what it was worth, his return to a combat-ready body had honed Elliot's reflexes quite nicely. He almost instinctively grabbed for his seat, clinging with both hands to avoid being launched off of the train. His rest, not that it had been restful enough to deserve the name, splintered immediately, and in a focused worry Elliot's eyes snapped right open.
He had been just in time to see the train's only remaining passenger tumble out of her seat, hitting the floor with an unpleasant-sounding thud. Elliot cringed a little, and then promptly sprang off of his seat to rush to her side. Right now, why the train came to such a halt wasn't even on Elliot's mind. What mattered more was that somebody could've been hurt, and he wasn't about to just stand aside and let it happen. With his walking stick in one hand, and the other reached out to offer a hand, Elliot stooped down by the fallen woman's side. "Are you ok-"
Poor Elliot didn't even get to finish his sentence. If the previous stop was natural, the next one was an almost unnatural lurch forward. With a bad leg and a complete lack of bracing himself, this time it was Elliot's turn to fall. He landed face-first on the floor next to her, letting out a groan of pain that echoed the scraping sound of metal on stone.
Clearly, Elliot was a master of first impressions.
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Post by Cross on Apr 4, 2018 22:41:55 GMT
At the boys sudden movement Cassandra's eyes snapped up to him only for her to cuss as the train lurched forward one more time before fully stopping the sound of grinding stone and metal setting her teeth on edge as she worried if part of the tunnel ahead of them hadn't collapsed onto the tracks or something equally unfortunate to cause such a sudden stop. The last jerk however had sent the child flying before Cas's hand could snap out and catch him by the shirt collar. Silently cursing her sleep addled reflexes she bent at the knee to crouch next to the boy reaching out a tentative hand to grasp his shoulder.
"I'm Fine. Are you ok?" She asked trying to turn him gently to face her so she could inspect him for any major injury as the lights above them began to flicker and die as one by one the train cars in front of them went dark. Leaving Cas scrambling for her penlight to give them some illumination to see by and allow her to check for any damage his fall might have done. Flicking it on with a click she tried not to shine it directly in his face lest she blind him, but close enough she could get a good look at him. Leaving her to note the walking stick he held in his white knuckled grip.
"Is your leg hurt? That was quite the...well stop." She spoke fumbling slightly over her Japanese. Her accent turning the words somewhat strange and unnatural on a tongue more used to English.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 4, 2018 23:29:48 GMT
Elliot let out a weak groan as he felt a firm yet gentle pressure on his shoulder. Judging by the voice that accompanied it, it could have only been the other passenger on the train. For that reason, he didn't resist as she turned him over, his closed eyes straining against the sudden illumination from her pen light. He figured for the time being it'd be best to keep them that way. Opening his eyes at an inopportune moment and blinding himself would be the last thing he'd ever want to do.
Her voice was soft enough that Elliot could barely make out what she had said before turning it over in his head a few times. "Huh? Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay," he said, brow furrowing ever-so-slightly in confusion. The furrow helped illuminate the fact that a bruise was starting to form right on his forehead; clearly he didn't have the nicest of landings. "But wait, what about you? You had a really bad fall, too."
He was more concerned about his fellow passenger than anything. At least, of course, until his leg was brought up. Elliot's face fell slightly, his disappointment in the question rather obvious just from how the corners of his mouth sagged. "Oh," he said, a slight worried tone creeping into his voice. "No, no, it's fine. I mean, it isn't fine-fine, but it didn't get hurt any this time, you know?"
He pondered as he thought on the accent to her Japanese. It was very noticeable, but what exactly was it? It didn't exactly sound Californian, but . . .
"I speak English, too," he suggested, switching back to his native tone. Maybe if she was more comfortable in that language, it'd help her feel better about this encounter too.
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Post by Cross on Apr 4, 2018 23:43:04 GMT
"I'm fine. Women have a bit more padding on the posterior." Cas assured him with a chuckle and a smile even as she eyed his forming bruise with concern in her eyes. Reaching out she tapped him lightly on the nose to urge him to open his eyes.
"I need to check for a concussion." She explained even as he mentioned his leg making her smile melt away entirely. "Your leg has been hurt before?" Cas questioned making a mental note to check that next. Head injuries were slightly more pressing in her book next to violent traumatic bleeding. Yet his switch to english came as a much needed relief to her stilted Japanese.
"Oh good. Sorry my Japanese is not nearly as refined as I'd like it to be. Can you follow my penlight with your eyes? I need to check to make sure your injury is only superficial." She quipped slowly moving the pen back and forth to make sure his eyes ere dilating properly and able to keep up with her movement before she would redirect the light back to the floor so as to not blind him and give his eyes time to adjust.
"I'm Doctor Cassandra Cross. You may call me Cas though if you'd like. I sometimes pull double duty as a paramedic." She murmured introducing herself even as she stood offering the other boy a hand up so he could get off the floor and take a seat on the nearby bench.
"Do you mind if I take a look at your leg? Spills can jostle an old injury." She explained though truthfully she was more concerned that whoever had worked on this boy, if anyone for that matter had, hadn't bothered to set the bone right leaving him in need of a cane.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 4, 2018 23:57:24 GMT
An important thing to know about Elliot is that, all things considered, he really was quite naive still. For that reason, the woman's joke went right over his head, the boy's eyes squeezing a bit tighter as he tried to think on what it could have possibly meant. At least Cassandra wouldn't have to worry about Elliot being on the pervier side of the teens.
Then Elliot felt the light tap on his nose, only making him more confused. Huh? Why would she do that? It was only when hearing that the woman needed to check him for a concussion that he finally got the message. He slowly began to crack them open, not wanting to do so too intensely for fear of being stricken by the light.
When he saw bright blue eyes and a soft smile that melted away all too quickly, Elliot promptly stopped having that problem. Just from the idea of having someone so cute hovering over him like this, a soft blush dusted across Elliot's cheeks. "O-okay," he said, the slightest stammer underlining his voice as he kept his eyes open so that she could check.
It was much easier to describe what had happened now that he could speak in his native tongue. "It was an accident. Honest!" he said as the woman brought his leg wound back up. That's right, there was really no way that she could've told how old it was, could she? He had been sitting the whole time, and curled up in a way that covered the full extent of the wound. It could've easily been caused from how roughly he fell after the train lurched.
"Don't worry about it. I'm really new at it, too," Elliot admitted as she brought up her Japanese next. "Besides, you're not so bad at it. You sound nice." Did he seriously just say that out loud? Elliot promptly blushed a little more as he caught what he had just said. At least he could excuse it by claiming head injury, if need be? He decided to keep that reason in his back pocket in case he needed it later. With that said, he began following her penlight with his eyes, even if his eye movements got a bit shy and evasive whenever the penlight was too close to her face.
With his walking stick firmly grasped in one hand, Elliot took Cas' in his other. She had the same name as his mom? That was odd. However, even someone naive as Elliot knew better than to just say that out loud. "And my name's Elliot. Nice to meet you," he added, letting out a soft sigh as he eased himself to his feet. For the time being, though, he didn't take a seat. Instead he looked around the train car, worriedly.
His looking around, and avoiding direct eye contact, only worsened as his injury was brought up for hopefully the final time. "I . . ." he started, voice trailing off as he somewhat protectively kept a hand over his pant leg. "You're not gonna laugh or anything, are you?"
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Post by Cross on Apr 5, 2018 0:48:33 GMT
Catching the boys blush Cas's bright sky blue eyes gentled slightly as she wrapped up her inspection. "Thank you. A southern accent isn't usually suited to Japanese and I've struggled with it a great deal since moving here. You're not bad at it yourself though and should give yourself more credit." She assured him steadying the boy as they both got to their feet and she did her best to try to hide the worried frown that marred her face as she watched his eyes skitter away from her own in embarrassment and perhaps fear as he reassured her about his leg once more. The fact he felt the need to defend the injury a far more worrying sign to the woman then the mere use of a cane.
"Well Eliot the good news is it doesn't look like you have a concussion, but try not to jerk your head around too much just to be on the safe side. That being said it's a pleasure to meet you." Cas spoke letting her face split into a beaming smile at the boys introduction even as his shyness and pleading for her not to laugh made her internally wince. Leaving the woman questioning just what had happened to this boy to make him think someone would make fun of his injury. She could guess though and the fact she'd had enough first hand experience with such left her praying the same couldn't be said of her companion.
"I won't laugh Eliot. There's nothing funny about someone being hurt." She assured him her tone gentle, but stern. The voice of someone that would brook no argument on the matter. Pain in her book was never amusing.
"That being said I won't look at your leg unless you are all right with me doing so. I'm just worried that since you're using a support to walk your leg wasn't set right. Falls have a nasty habit of dislodging or irritating ill-healed breaks." Cas cautioned gently as she laid out her suspicions for the boy. He couldn't be more then fourteen at the oldest. Far too young to be using a cane unless he had injured his spine or some idiot hadn't cared for his leg properly. Any well set breaks should have healed cleanly given his age. Unless of course he'd lost his leg...the thought of which brought the woman up short as she realized that might explain the embarrassment.
"If you're using a prosthetic though it's ok to tell me. It looks like we're the only ones on this train for quite a few cars if it's not just the conductor and us. I want to make sure you're able to move around ok if we need to hike back down the tunnel." She explained lifting her right hand to lightly brush aside few strands of her blonde hair that had escaped her clips and away from her face. They would of course be back against moments later, but the Doctor's attention was too riveted with worry on the boy before her to really care.
The echoing sound of tearing metal in the distance though would quickly drag her attention away as she glanced out the darkened windows of the train and then to Eliot and back."Besides we're self-rescuing buddies. Can't leave my buddy behind now can I?" She adds with a wink hoping to reassure him even as she wondered if she even has time to check the boys leg before the tunnel came down on them both. Not that they could outrun a collapse anyway...if it was even a collapse causing such a racket...Cas wasn't so sure anymore.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 5, 2018 2:17:31 GMT
Wow, Cas was on the ball. Elliot hadn't even been hard on himself yet, and she was already telling him to give himself more credit. If she was already this perception, they were going to get on just fine. Still, he smiled shyly at the compliment. "Thank you. It's been tricky, but I've been working hard to learn," Isaac said. Japan was far from an easy language, but he had quite a bit of time to practice both before and after the move. It certainly helped having the Digital World's time dilation on his side; all skills tended to get picked up faster when you had extra hours in the day to go over them.
The wince and the way her enthusiastic beam faded were frankly heartbreaking. Elliot immediately let go of his pant leg, drawing his hand back somewhat guiltily. "It was a really long time ago," he repeated. "I don't know all the details. Just that the growth plate got messed up, and when it grew back it didn't come back like it was supposed to do." He averted his eyes, as if still too embarrassed or worried to acknowledge the injury, then hiked up the cuff of his pants.
The leg was clearly somewhat misaligned around the shin, the location of where Elliot must have had his injury. It was almost as if his foot was constantly being bent out. No wonder he needed a cane. "It was my fault, anyway," Elliot continued. "Isaac didn't mean to. I was the one who slipped. He tried to get help, he really did! But neither of us knew what to do . . ." There was fear in his voice, and it was clear Elliot was covering for someone. However, the look in his eyes was one of pure earnestness. Whatever cover-ups he made, they weren't out of any fear of coercion.
That said, were they seriously going to need to hike back down the tunnel? Elliot sighed, almost as if already resigned to that fact. "I really hope that isn't the case," he admitted. "I already did way too much walking today. I was hoping for a break." It was almost as if Elliot had just been wandering across an entire parallel world!
But, he couldn't turn his back on his buddy, could he? Elliot returned her smile shyly, even if her wink was way too cute. "Yeah. We are," he said, sounding more confident than the hesitant tone he had earlier. It was almost as if he was trying to steel himself for Cas' sake.
That said, it didn't seem like the duo would need to leave anytime soon. Not when a helpful chime echoed through the train. "This is your conductor speaking," the voice said, surprisingly cheerful for someone who was currently shrouded in darkness in a motionless train. "We are terribly sorry, but we must make an emergency stop for repairs. Please collect your belongings and stay in your seats, and we will return to our trip shortly."
See? It was fine!
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Post by Cross on Apr 5, 2018 2:37:21 GMT
"I'm sure Isaac did his best." Cas murmured gently as she saw how quick Eliot was to come to his friend, possibly relatives defense. Likely not wanting the other child to get into trouble for the injury. Lowering Eliot into the seat Cas bent to inspect his leg carefully prodding at it with firm, but steady fingertips as she felt for anything loose or out of place and checked for swelling sticking her penlight momentarily in her mouth as she looked the boy over. Determining he would be safe to move she stood up removing the light from her mouth as she settled down into the seat next to him.
"Doesn't seem like the fall hurt it any, but I'd like at some point to take you to see a Doctor I know who specializes in this sort of thing. I believe he could help you." She explains her tone earnest even as she paused tilting her head up to listen to the announcement and quickly covering her tight frown of suspicion with a reassuring smile.
"Ah. Here that? Sounds like we might not have to walk after all. I'm sure everything will be ok." Cas spoke hoping to comfort her young companion as she patted him lightly on the knee with the same hand that held the pen light. Making it a point to keep her right hand shrouded in darkness as she slowly, carefully, unzipped her medical kit fishing out every scalpel she had in it as she braced the four of them between her fingers and zipped the pack back closed...just in case.
For all she knew someone was holding the Conductor at gun point and that screech of metal...that sounded like more then what 'quick' repairs could patch up.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 5, 2018 3:20:56 GMT
"He did," Elliot interjected quite quickly. "He always does." There was a slight wistfulness to Elliot's voice, almost as if there was a lot left unsaid. Maybe it was the fact that Isaac was no longer around to keep doing his best. Maybe it was the fact that, sometimes, there were days where he didn't want Isaac to give his 100%. Maybe it was just wishing he could do as good of a job of sticking up for Isaac as Isaac always did for him.
At least it seemed like his leg wouldn't be prodded at too much, although Cas seemed dead set on fixing it up. "It's been, like, seven years," he admitted, worriedly rolling his pant sleeve back down over his ankle. "I don't know how much of a difference can be made in the bone by this point. But you know more doctor stuff than me, so if you think it'll help I trust you." There was a weariness to his eyes, faintly undercut by a glimmer of hope. Elliot may not have trusted this solution a lot, but it clearly piqued his interest.
Cas' gentle pat to to knee was probably trying to help reassure Elliot, but he instead skittishly pulled it back a bit. It seemed the boy's comfort with his leg being touched had finally run out, even despite how nice and friendly Cas had been. "Thank you for looking at it," he added, not wanting to seem ungrateful.
Now the two would just have to wait, right? That was easier said than done when considering how cold the train cars had become. Metal already carried cold quite well, but that didn't explain how clammy the air inside was feeling. Elliot shivered, pulling his whole body close so that he wouldn't keep feeling so frigid. "You think these repairs are gonna be fast, Cas?" he asked, trying not to let his chattering teeth disturb the poor doctor too much.
Then again, that likely wouldn't be what disturbed Cas. The dozen eyes opening in the darkness, seemingly lurking outside the window behind Elliot's head? Now that would be far more of a disturbance!
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Post by Cross on Apr 5, 2018 3:49:28 GMT
Cas watched as her breath began to fog in the air, the chill so remanescente of another more recent encounter as to set her teeth on edge. The tightness in her jaw from the stress more then enough to keep her teeth from chattering in the cold. The fact she always wore long sleeves though beneath her labcoat however, likewise helped as she fished the garment off draping the white material over Eliot with an understanding nod.
"You're more then welcome." She murmured, but her eyes were wary and she kept the penlight pointed down so as to not make them bigger targets with unwarranted illumination. She didn't need to light them up like billboards after all for potential hijackers or thieves to spot, but she doubted a kid would react well to sitting in a creepy train car in the complete darkness.
"No Eliot...I'm sorry I don't think the repairs are going to be nearly as fast as they claim." Cas spoke softly keeping her voice low even as she locked a hard gaze with the countless eyes in the darkness outside their window. The creatures were still without rather then within though and for the moment all she could do was hope they remained so or passed them by. If they didn't...Cas tightened her grip around the scalpels.
Well if they didn't she'd just have to deal with the situation as best she could.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 7, 2018 0:11:59 GMT
As soon as the white garment set upon Elliot, he shook his head worriedly. The woman sitting in front of him was clearly smaller than him, if only due to the fortune of his growth spurt setting in recently. That meant she'd be colder easier, right? He eased the labcoat off of his shoulders, giving it back to Cas. "Hey, wait! This is yours, right?" he said, a touch of worry creeping into his tone. "I can't take it from you. Don't worry, I'll be fine. Promise." The smile on his face was small yet genuine, probably due to the distinct lack of knowledge that a giant mass of eyes was stalking him.
He tilted his head curiously as Cas mentioned the length of their stay. "Really?" he asked, a bit of worry now creeping into his voice. "I mean, I don't know why they'd plan a long stop this late at night, especially if they were going to cover it up. It just doesn't make sense. Unless . . ."
He rose to his feet worriedly. "Do you think everyone's okay?" he asked, nervously looking toward the doors that would lead to the conductor's seat. He and Cas were on one of the train's furthest back cars. He didn't feel right just sitting there while all of this was going on, but how long would it take for them to even start looking into this? "I mean, if there's something wrong . . ."
Perhaps it'd be more comforting for Cas if the eyes watching them from the darkness displayed any emotion whatsoever. Maybe it'd help if they glared indignantly at her own stare, or if they twinkled with amusement at how Elliot suddenly started looking to explore. Instead, they just continued to stare passively, less looking at Cas and more looking through her. The cold inside of the train continued to worsen, and a black haze almost seemed to be building up in the corners of Cas' eye.
What was this place?
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Post by Cross on Apr 7, 2018 1:18:29 GMT
"It's fine you can give it back to me later. I'm wearing a turtleneck under it see?" Case spoke showing of her comfortable warm long sleeves even as she settled the jacket once more over Eliot's shoulders. "Sides this is the perfect temperature for me in my heavier clothes." She added hoping to reassure him even as the boy rose mentioning the conductor or others on the train. At least he hadn't spotted the eyes at his back yet. Though Cas was forced to blink rubbing at her face for a moment in her attempt to ward away the haze as she stood.
"I'm sure it won't be too long, but train repairs always take more time then they say they will." She spoke playing off her previous comment with an exasperated smile at their delay. "After all it sounded like from all that noise maybe something metal ended up on the tracks and tangled in the wheels." Cas theorized as she tucked the pinlight behind her ear so as to light their way and held her free hand out to Eliot. Making it a point to keep the scalpels in her right hand carefully tucked out of sight.
"But if you're really worried we can go check it out." She offered even though such an action was the last thing Cas wanted to do. She was fairly certain whatever they would be walking into was nothing good, but she supposed better to meet it head on then possibly die tired. "Just don't let go of me. I don't want us to get separated in the dark. I'll need my coat back at some point after all." She teased trying to lighten the grim mood as she tossed the boy a playful wink.
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Post by Elliot and Isaac Sunderland on Apr 7, 2018 22:20:20 GMT
Elliot sighed, knowing no matter how reluctant he was he wouldn't be making any headway here. This was his labcoat now, even if being taller than Cassandra and having the slender frame of a recent growth spurt meant it looked equal parts too short and too swimmy on him. "Well, okay," he said. "As long as I'm not being any trouble or anything." She had already looked out for his leg, comforted him during a blackout on the train, and was now giving him her clothes just so he wouldn't freeze. She had done all this in the span of, what, five minutes of knowing him? It was so above and beyond that Elliot was starting to worry about being an inconvenience!
He seemed satisfied by Cas' explanation, at least. It was a lot more logical than the train being haunted by phantoms from another dimension that wanted to do them all harm. Said phantom seemed to lose interest in Cas the second she had turned away to rub her eyes, anyway. If she turned back to the window, she would see the eyes turn to the side and begin trailing off. There was no sign of movement, whether through the sight of limbs moving or the sounds of the creature's footsteps. It simply drifted away like a ghost in the wind. Now only blackness existed in the window behind Elliot.
That lasted until several more eyes opened in the darkness. Just how many of these things were there?
Maybe it was for the best that the group was moving along. Elliot took Cas' hand, averting his gaze and thankful that the dark train made it hard to see the deep red spreading across his face. "I'll make sure to give it back in one piece," he said, gently starting to walk towards the door. Was it weird having him be the one to take point on this? Sure, she was the adult, but he had risked his own life enough times to know what to do in case of danger. Maybe that was why, despite the nervousness in his body language, he had naturally slipped into the leaderly role.
As the two stepped through the train cars, Elliot immediately heard a tight slamming sound. He turned around worriedly, checking the door, but found that it had locked completely behind them. As he did so, he could hear the train's PA system flare up again. "This is your conductor speaking," it chimed, this time sounding almost distorted compared to the last. "Please collect yourselves. You must stop. We will begin terrible repairs shortly." It almost seemed to be garbled piecing together of the conductor's earlier message, but it left Elliot sick to his stomach. Or maybe it was the cold heaviness of the air that was leaving Elliot so sick. It was almost as if he was trying to breathe in a solid.
There was no turning back, and there were still three cars to go.
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Post by Cross on Apr 7, 2018 22:34:35 GMT
Keeping a firm grip on Eliots hand Cas allowed the boy to lead them forward confident at least that should something leap out at them she could likely jerk him back in time to avoid being attacked. Nothing though moved. At least not until they stepped into the next car as the door behind them slid shut with a click of finality that left Cas letting out a soft hiss in surprise. The garbled words of their 'conductor' over the PA did little to still her nerves as the woman bristled feeling not unlike she'd stepped into a horror game.
"If there's not a fire extinguisher in this car then there should be one up near the engine." She summarized glancing over at Eliot to check to see if he was holding up ok. Giving his hand a comforting squeeze she offered the boy a grim smile. "Worse comes to worse we'll use that to bust out a window and get out that way if need be." She added and though the idea of going outside where the eyes were was even less appealing to Cas then currently being inside the train, depending on what they encountered at the end her tactical assessment on that matter might rapidly change.
"It's probably just some goons trying to play a prank on us." The Doctor offered cheerfully, but her words rung hollow in the thick dread filled air and even she couldn't bring herself to believe such. Not when the darkness seemed to press in like a physical thing leaving Cas scowling with the urge to peel back her lips in a threatening snarl. Anger itching at her skin for it was better to be angry then afraid.
She hated being cornered.
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