Through the Cafeteria

[adrienne]

OOC: Sorry Taber, m'boy, I have to keep writing. So, let us assume that Andrew actually knows how to drive...

BIC: As the vehicle pulled out of the parking lot, children and staff started to trickle out from the screaming building. Mr. Little, unsure what grace of good stopped the crazy kids from attacking him en masse, skulked the remaining ten feet into the passenger side of his car, locked all the doors, and slid across the front (rather awkwardly, he might have admitted had there been anyone there to whom he might admit it) and sat in his familiar driver seat. The partially worn away seat covering seperated his jeans from a foam seat that moulded to the form of his boney butt even when he wasn't sitting there. It was comfortable.
He turned on his car. The van was backing out of the parking spot, a little unsteadily, then it lurched forward. It almost hit the car beside it before reversing once more, and then advancing again at a better angle.
"They're just kids," Mr. Little said to the dash board.
The car didn't so much as hum as sputter.
The van rolled to a stop. They had stalled out.
The van's motor churned and chugged twice before it caught and turned over and poured out a bit of carbonous gas from the tail pipe and started to roll again.
"They're just kids," Mr. Little was fighting a growing curiosity.
Where were these kids going?
Kids. Ha. One grew shoots and leaves. Kids.
He was... curious. Damn. And he put the car into gear.

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The entire car collectively held their breaths waiting for Andrew to speak. Which he didn't. Yet the car moved and, to the best of their knowledge Andrew could have been the best driver in all history. Well, Maura knew better. Her dad and her had driven a lot. And she knew when Andrew stalled it out. But she wasn't a big talker at the best of times. She sat and looked at her lap through her hoodie-hole and sunglasses.
Everyone listened, except Maura, who tried not to whenever she could, silently.
Collectively holding their breaths.

[Rayne]

Lillith had fallen asleep on the side of the door, after Leeyn's healing had pretty much wiped her out.

Cait was watching the sky out the car window.

"..I want to go to a farm." she decided. "I wanna know what a cow looks like."

"Thats stupid." Clyde reflected. She decked him.

"No." she snapped. "Flirting with girls you have no chance with- thats stupid."

[gintsuki]

As Leeyn was squished next to Lillith, she made sure the make-shift pottery cast was drying properly. The air in the van was filled with the scent of wet earth and fragrant herbs. It helped soothe the girl as they travelled within the polluting machine.
"So... where are we going?" She asked quietly, looking the faces in the vechile.

[adrienne]

The van was silent. Did anyone know? Max looked at his toes guiltily.
Clyde, still smarting from Cait's viscious left hook, bit his tongue.

Maura whispered, "You can take me home."

"Where is that?" Clyde asked.

Maura leaned forward, put her head in her hands, and sighed. "It is away from here. And the important question, really, is how do we get there. And that depends on where we are." She paused. "Andrew, if we can, we need to get a map..."

[|:Lord|Strife:|]

Drake had fallen into somewhat of a meditation, he wasn't asleep, nor was he fully aware of his surroundings, he was just caught in a blank stare.

[adrienne]

OOC: Woot! I can still get here online from work today and tomorrow. I'm offline at home until Sept 15 or so. From Sept 3rd until Sept 15, anyone writing this has permission to god my characters.

BIC: Max's eyes lit again. He opened the glove compartment and shuffled through the papers. For a few moments, the only sounds in the van were the calm and constant sounds of driving on ashphalt and the sounds of Max rustling through paper.
It has started to spit, and the grey overcastness of the day brough a sense of closeness in the vehicle. Andrew, focused so intently on driving that it was as if he were oblivious to the world, remained entirely unresponsive to his passengers.
The sound of the light rain filled the van with quiet white noise.
Maura loved to go for rides in cars. She looked out the window. The view from the window was similar to the views she had when making contact accidentally: fast, streaming, and dizzying. But this was a calming environment. It didn't hurt her.
Max was unfolding an accordian-esque swath of paper.
"This might be it," he said as much to the paper as to Maura.
"Give it here," she leaned forward and, with hands hidden by hoody-sleeve, pulled the map onto her lap. Her forehead crinkled in thought. Where were they? And how would she get home...