Following the opening of the doors, Sariel stepped off the train, a few of the people that had been standing near him walking out as well. Even though the train had become suddenly empty, the area outside was full of people milling around, most of them coming from or going toward the stairs. Similarly to on the train though, was the number of accidents happening. Even though he could only see a small number of people, Sariel noticed many of them falling or panicking as the handles of the bags and cases they were holding snapped off.
James had figured this stop was close enough. He stepped off the subway and lifted his hood up to better hide his ears. He had put earbuds in, finally off that train. Even though outside didn't seem to be doing better, he really hoped it wasn't what he thought it was.
Thatcher got off as the stop, it being his stop. He sighed as he had to push past the people, and rolled up the sleeves to his sweatshirt. That would show the tattoo on his arm. He glanced around before begining to step away from the train.
A girl tugged on his sleeve. She gave him a sharp glance. "You're one of them aren't you." It was a statement not a question.
(She is talking to Thatcher, right? Or someone else?)
Walking away from the train, Sariel continued looking at the people around him. At least half of them were losing things, while the rest of them seemed to be severely agitated. They are back aren't they? He thought, stopping abruptly and sitting down on a bench near the exit. I'll wait, It's better not to get caught up in things like this. Maybe they're just close together right now.
Slowly, the number of accidents that he was noticing became smaller, though an people still seemed to be losing things at an odd rate and running into each other. In addition to all of the other odd things happening, below the bench that Sariel had sat on, grass and weeds were now appearing through a crack in the concrete below, slowly becoming more visible.
Thatcher’s head snapped in the direction of the voice. His pale blue eyes narrowed softly. “Excuse me?” He asked, pulling his arm away as he stared down at the female.
"Don't give me that." she said looking him up and down. "I know you are."
“I don’t know what you’re trying to imply,” Thatcher said in a level tone. “I have somewhere to be, it was great to talk,” he added, stepping around her.
She raised an eyebrow and took a puff off her vape pen. "I'll come with you." she said.
"And you know exactly what I mean."
“You aren’t coming with me. You are a stranger and appear to be like a child,” Thatcher said, an annoyed edge in his tone as he made his way through the crowds.
"And you're a big guy." she countered. "I should be the one who's afraid of you. I'm a fucking kid apparently."
(I've added a rule to the first post,
- If you fail to be active after two days (without reason) I will open up your spot. This is to make sure we keep things going here.)
“I said you look like a kid. All I’m doing is trying to head back to my home,” Thatcher sighed. “I don’t need a little shadow trailing me.”
She looked at him, her eyes mocking. "Of course."
Thatcher shook his head slowly. He continued to walk, still pushing his way through the crowd as he walked.
Sophia disappeared. In her place was a skinny, hairless cat. The cat discreetly followed him.
Aria yawned, plopping down in her seat at the shooting range's employee lounge. She had to teach classes today, but she had a bit of time before that. She could have thought about what she was going to teach them, but her mind went back to the strange events earlier in the day.
James walked up to the guy who he thought was a forest sprite. He gave them a wave and sat next to them on the bench, "Hello stranger."
Having been staring blankly at the passing people, Sariel hadn't noticed that someone had sat down beside him until they had said something. Looking over, he saw that it had been the person on the train with the pointed ears. "Oh, hello," Sariel said, taking notice of the fact that the man had put up his hood. Hiding them, maybe?
James glanced around. He doubted anyone was actually listening, and might as well ask. If not he would be wondering for the rest of the day. Got to be tactful about this, "Sooo, how do you feel about forests?"
Turning to face the stranger, and not thinking much about the question, Sariel began speaking. "Oh, I actually really like them. I don't really live near any though. Not anymore; I really just keep plants now…" Towards the end of what he had been saying, Sariel trailed off slightly, finally thinking about the question a bit more.
