<div style="text-align: justify"><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>: Side of the bus.<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>: A little more grounded now.<br/>
<u>mentions</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> ) ; Anna ( <a class="username" data-user-id="8580" data-username="sycamoresyndicate" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/8580/">sycamoresyndicate</a> ) | Open.</div></div></div><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--1"/><div style="text-align: justify"><br/>
Trixie's headphones made it impossible for her to hear if anyone spoke to her, though she cracked open an eye when she felt a hand on her back. Turning her head to the side a bit, she noticed the guy she'd sat down next to was speaking to her, and she quickly reached up to remove the headphones, letting them hang from her neck instead. She hadn't heard what he asked or said but she guessed he understood what she was going through, considering his sympathetic expression. "Yeah, I don't really fare well during road travels," she explained, giving the guy a dry chuckle.<br/>
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She watched with curiosity as he reached for his bag and rooted around in it till he found a packet of oyster crackers and then handed it to her. She didn't know they were good for nausea but she was more pleased by the guy's hospitality toward someone he didn't know. Before she could say anything, someone was sitting down in the aisle seat calling attention to their arrival to Camp Gifford, to which Trixie couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. She wasn't sure how much longer she would have lasted so this was a good thing.<br/>
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She peeped out the window to see them entering the camp grounds, and she caught a glimpse of the camp counsellors, all in matching shirt. <i>That</i> wasn't something she looked forward to, but for now her main concern was getting rid of the nausea. Trixie slowly rose to a standing position as well, the pack of oyster crackers still in her hand. "Thanks," she said, glancing to the blond guy beside her with a smile. "I'll feel better now that the bus is no longer moving but these should help."<br/>
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She took the opportunity to squeeze onto the aisle once he'd nodded for the other blonde to go on ahead. Trixie's things were still stored in the overhead rack of her original seat so she went back to grab her bag before returning to the front of the bus and holding a hand out to the person who'd attempted to help with her case of motion sickness. "I'm Trixie," she said, introducing herself before disembarking the bus along with the rest of the campers.<br/>
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<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>: Side of the bus.<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>: Still incredibly bored.<br/>
<u>mentions</u>: Quinn ( <a class="username" data-user-id="2019" data-username="Mellifluous" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2019/">Mellifluous</a> ) | Open.</div></div></div><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--1"/><div style="text-align: justify"><br/>
Ricky had dozed off pretty soon, and stayed asleep and relaxed for the entire trip. He didn't even wake when the bus eventually came to a stop once they'd arrived at their destination. He remained sprawled across the seats, sunglasses hanging a little lower than they'd initially been, while he provided further cushioning for his head by tucking his arm underneath. What made him suddenly stir was the feeling of something bumping into his legs. Ricky blinked a couple of times, initially thinking it was someone's rude attempt to try and wake him. When he pushed his sunglasses up and found nobody standing in front of him, Ricky furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.<br/>
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It was only a moment later that he noticed people looking down at the bus' aisle, and Ricky pushed himself into an upright position to see a redhead on the ground. <i>Oh</i>. So it hadn't been someone waking him up. Someone had just tripped on his feet. "Shit, sorry." He was still groggy and looking at the entire scene with half lidded eyes, but Ricky wasn't entirely sure the girl had even heard his half-assed apology since she was scrambling to get her things and other people were trying to squeeze past to get off the bus instead of stopping to help her.<br/>
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Ricky stretched, grabbed his bag, and situated his sunglasses atop his head before he stood up properly and towered over the redhead. Most of the people on the bus had squeezed past and gotten off the bus at this point, and he could hear the voice of a counsellor outside, addressing all of them and reminding them of the rules and such. While there were some important things probably being addressed, Ricky wasn't really bothered. He just peered down to see if there was anything he could help with since he'd been responsible for the redhead falling in the first place.<br/>
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It seemed like she'd mostly gotten everything, with the help of one of the other guys who'd stopped to help instead of stare, but Ricky still felt obligated to say something. Plus, the longer he stayed in there, the more of the introductory speech he could avoid having to listen to. "Uh, sorry about that," he told her, rubbing the back of his neck. "Are you alright?"​</div>