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Over the Hills and Far Away (OPEN) « Thread Started on Aug 4, 2009, 9:09pm »
As the bus slowly pulled into the station, everyone stood in preparation to exit, everyone except for the dark haired little boy sitting in a seat alone, "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica heard playing from his headphones.
Ben had been traveling for a few weeks now, and it had gotten him nothing. He hadn't found Dean or Sam, though it was pretty far-fetched that he would. He was an eight-year-old little boy traveling alone from state to state, now with very little money, searching for two men he had only known for a couple of days, but to him, that didn't matter. After what had happened, he knew only they could help him find his mom, if she was even alive.
Waiting until everyone had already started getting off the bus, he waited a second, turning off his CD player and putting it into his bag, then, putting the black backpack on, he sighed lightly, falling into line behind everyone else as they all exited the bus.
Finally stepping off the bus, Ben looked around. He wasn't sure why he was, he knew there wasn't anyone there waiting on him, but part of him always hoped there was. Hoped that this journey, all this time of him being alone, and though he would never admit it, scared, would finally be over. That's what he wanted right now... For all of it to be over, for him to be able to go back home with his mom, though the voice in the back of his head told him that'd never get to happen.
No... It has to be true... She has to be okay...
He sighed again as he scolded himself mentally. He kept hoping, every second of the day, that she was okay, that she was out looking for him, but even though he was only eight years old, he knew that wasn't true.
Pulling his backpack back up onto his shoulder where it had slid down while he was standing, Ben walked forward through the crowd, glancing at all the people around him, hoping none of them were cops. That was something else he was scared of, the cops finding him, and sending him to a foster home or something.
Feeling his stomach growl hungrily, he walked over to an empty bench not far ahead of him and took a seat.
"Gah... I'm starving..."
Unzipping the backpack, he reached inside, searching through the clothes, toy cars, and other items in the bag, until he found the large bag of peanut M&M's he bought two days before.
Smiling, glad he had thought ahead and bought something he could eat on for at least a day or two, he pulled the bag out, along with his CD player, and after putting on his headphones and turning on some music, started munching on the candy while he thought about what he should do next.
« Last Edit: Aug 4, 2009, 10:27pm by Ben Braeden »
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Re: r the Hills and Far Away (OPEN) « Reply #1 on Aug 4, 2009, 10:40pm »
Turning the corner, she walked up to the bus stop. The bus wasn't there yet, but Ajia could wait. Around her were occupied benches, so she made her way to the first vacant on she could find. Sitting down, she pulled out a cigarette and lighted it. Ajia was waiting for a stinking bus because one, she wrecked her bike, two, she left her car at The Stigma, and three, she didn't even want to go on this trip in the first place. This is crap. Ajia wasn't even being paid enough to go and take a stinking bus to go and kill someone. Why she was sittng her? She thought that she should at least give it a shot. Why not...
The bus started pulling in and people started to stand up, getting ready to board right after people get off. People started to file in a line out of the bus, Ajia stood, but walked rather slowly. Sure, she was acting like a kid, but who cares, she loves having her fun. The people filed onto the bus, but even though Ajia was supposed to be on it, she didn't make any eye contact with anyone on board, or didn't even look at the bus at all, just walked slowly forward. The bus driver probably thought she didn't want to board, so he closed the door and started to pull away from he stop.
Well, I tried, Ajia thought to herself. She can so childish sometimes. She stared after the bus until it was a little ways away. She turned to leave, but sitting there, on the bench in front of her was a kid. He looked about seven, ten at the most. Ajia always had a thing for cute 'things', even if people think she's such a badass.
Ajia furrowed her eyebrows and walked up to the kid. She bent down so they were at eye level, or at least, she could get a good look at him. She gave him a warm smile.
Goosed by Dean 7/7 "I, Ajia, promise never to dump my sandwich all over Dean's favorite AC/DC shirt again, and if I do, I hereby swear to eat if off his washboard stomach!"
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