<div style="display: flex; flex-direction: row;"><div style="width: 150px; background: url(https://64.media.tumblr.com/d8095b20132e2b92c66d7f356aaef168/tumblr_p0xrk3Etjw1vrguspo1_540.png); background-size: 340px; background-position: 50% 5%; font-size: 0px; margin: 10px; ">pic</div><div style="flex-grow: 1; margin: 10px; font-size: 12px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-top: 5px;"><div style="font-family: Poppins; font-weight: bold; font-size: 25px;">beatrix 'trixie' baxter</div><u>location</u>: the bus to camp gifford.<br/>
<u>outfit</u>: <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fd1anz62hzt62y8.cloudfront.net%2FImages%2F6%2FD%2F5%2F61C33-E721-11DD-AF42-FBD2015E68C1.jpg&amp;hash=5bd0fb4ecbf973ebad6b7b624fbb9af3" href="https://d1anz62hzt62y8.cloudfront.net/Images/6/D/5/61C33-E721-11DD-AF42-FBD2015E68C1.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">click</a>!<br/>
<u>mood</u>: eager to arrive.<br/>
<u>interactions</u>: nicholas ( <a class="username" data-user-id="7391" data-username="siouxsiee" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/7391/">siouxsiee</a> ).</div></div><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--1"/><br/><div style="text-align: justify">The journey was probably the worst part. Trixie enjoyed travelling and visiting new places, but everything between getting from one place to another was something that always annoyed her, primarily because she suffered from motion sickness. Planes were fine — after the initial take off, she could just lean back, pretend she was at home, and pass out till they landed. Bus rides on the other hand were a bigger issue, and it seemed like this one was going to be an exceptionally long one. Of course it would be, if they were heading away from the city and moving closer to the woods where there were fewer buildings, fewer cars, and fewer people in general.<br/>
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On the plus side it meant that if she wasn't able to hold it together and absolutely had no choice but to be sick, at least stopping the bus shouldn't be a huge issue. That just wasn't the kind of impression Trixie wanted to make before they'd even arrived at Camp Gifford. Alcohol wasn't allowed there but if anyone had to see her throw up, she'd rather it be because of a long night of partying and <i>not</i> because she couldn't handle a few bumps on the road while travelling.<br/>
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As soon as she'd gotten onto the bus, Trixie slipped a tape into her player that she'd composed herself back home, and she tried to distract herself by listening to the sound of the piano while mimicking in air the route her hand would have taken if she'd been sitting in front of an actual piano. Her eyes were closed and she allowed herself to get lost in the music, but that pretty picture was completely shattered when they hit another bump in the road. Trixie began mentally cursing herself for indulging in a full meal at the airport before her flight.<br/>
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After coming to the conclusion that sitting so close to the back was probably making the movement of the bus feel a whole lot worse, Trixie got up, music player in hand, and she tried to move closer to the front to see if there were any free seats. They couldn't be that far off so she really just needed to hold on for a little longer. When she found a vacant seat, Trixie immediately plopped down, hardly taking a moment to look at the guy who sat in the next seat, by the window. She just leaned back, closed her eyes, reached forward to clutch the seat in front of her with one hand — as if that would try and limit her movement — and continued to try and focus on the music. "I'm just gonna sit here for a bit," she said, without opening her eyes — perhaps a bit louder than she'd intended to, as well.​</div><br/><div style="display: flex; flex-direction: row;"><div style="width: 150px; background: url(https://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/Oscar-Kindelan-Reserved-Fall-2019-Menswear-006.jpg); background-size: 280px; background-position: 70% 0%; font-size: 0px; margin: 10px; ">pic</div><div style="flex-grow: 1; margin: 10px; font-size: 12px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-top: 5px;"><div style="font-family: Poppins; font-weight: bold; font-size: 25px;">ricardo 'ricky' santiago</div><u>location</u>: the bus to camp gifford.<br/>
<u>outfit</u>: <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.thefashionisto.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2018%2F03%2FOscar-Kindelan-2018-Editorial-LOfficiel-Hommes-Espana-001.jpg&amp;hash=5a93e8b8317043af1f4f9544428fe808" href="https://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/03/Oscar-Kindelan-2018-Editorial-LOfficiel-Hommes-Espana-001.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">click</a>!<br/>
<u>mood</u>: incredibly bored.<br/>
<u>mentions</u>: none, yet.</div></div><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--1"/><br/><div style="text-align: justify">Going to this camp was honestly the last thing Ricky wanted to be doing when he could think of several other ways to spend his time. Much of it included using some of the things that were considered contraband by Camp Gifford so that immediately put him in an even more sour attitude. He didn't know what his father expected him to learn by coming to a <i>camp</i> of all places, but if listening to him and sucking it up for six weeks was the only way to make sure he received his inheritance, then that's what Ricky was going to do. At the very least, maybe he'd meet some interesting people. People who may go on to do great things and might just grant him a favour in the future if he needed it. If Ricky had to see the bright side of being here, that's where he was going to begin.<br/>
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He was seated somewhere in the middle of the bus, by the window and with a leg bent up to rest on the seat in front of him. Every so often he'd kick without realising someone was actually sitting there but that was mainly because he was lost in thought. There wasn't much to do on a bus besides talk but the space beside him was empty and Ricky was still debating over whether he actually wanted to approach anyone yet, or just wait till they reached camp. That would definitely be the easier option. It was something he continued to weigh in his mind before ultimately deciding to keep to himself for now.<br/>
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Hopefully they'd reach soon because Ricky was sick of being confined to his seat, and his legs ached for some space to stretch out. He'd got that on the plane, but that flight had been <i>much</i> quicker than this bus ride was so far. Deciding to take advantage of the fact that the seat beside him was empty, Ricky reached forward to try and push up the armrests in his way before stretching out his legs till they fell over the edge and reached the floor of the bus. With a knapsack cushioning his head, and a pair of sunglasses blocking out most of the light, Ricky figured he could at least catch a quick nap before they arrived. It was the quickest way to pass the time and he got to stretch his legs too.<br/>
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Of course, he hardly thought about the fact that doing so may trip a person if they happened to walk past and not see his foot in the way, but such little things were usually lost on Ricky anyway.​</div>