<div style="background-color:#c6b588; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:#DFD5BC; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><a class="postlink" href="http://www.creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=6&amp;p=336350#p336350"><img alt="" src="http://i.imgur.com/Of2d2Yg.png" style="float:right; padding:6px;"/></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #151515"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: Edwardian Script ITC;"><span style="font-weight: bold">A N N A</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #303030"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: Edwardian Script ITC;"><span style="font-weight: bold">If you can't summon the flames directly from Hell, store bought is fine.</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #DFD5BC">_______________</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2e2e32"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Anna paused in her next step, one foot hovering just for a fraction of a second before it landed again without bringing her forward. She turned around and fixed the young man who had spoken to her with an inquisitive stare.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Did you follow me on this train just to ask me how I feel about total strangers disappearing into thin air?" She asked, tilting her head. She wasn't offended. She wasn't even particularly curious as to why he had followed her. What <span style="font-style: italic">did</span> make her curious was how multiple people from the café seemed to have done the same thing, even if, when she thought about it, it wasn't at all strange to get on a train on a station - but it made her uncomfortable. She was just looking for Francois, not a train car party.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Anna resolved to leaving the inquisitive young man alone. She walked briskly down the car, trying to ignore the people who were talking to themselves out loud and the old black woman who was sniffling. The hairs at the back of her neck were standing up as she pushed the door aside and entered the second half of the car.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Francois...?" She would recognize those vibrant green headphones anywhere. Anna almost ran towards the body of her friend lying on the floor, setting her coffee cup down so hard that its contents splashed all over the floor. She grabbed the front of Francois' hoodie and shook him, completely uninterested in the second body lying not far from him.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Francois, Frankieboy, it's me..." Her voice sounded small and frightened, and she didn't understand what was happening. The man's body was like a sack of sand; heavy, unresponsive. Finally, he opened his eyes. Anna breathed a sigh of relief and hugged him tightly before she let go and smacked his shoulder. "Don't you ever do that agai- EWWW!"</div></span></div></div><div style="background-color:#DFD5BC; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><img alt="" src="http://i.imgur.com/lDq9h9u.png" style="float:right; padding:6px;"/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #151515"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: Edwardian Script ITC;"><span style="font-weight: bold">F R A N C O I S</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #303030"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: Edwardian Script ITC;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Religion lied to you - the afterlife consists only of bothering me.</span></span></span></span><span style="color: #DFD5BC">_______________</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #2e2e32"><div style="text-indent:1em;">Francois' head was floating a mile above everything. He could see the train moving; leaving Amersham station behind. He could see his own body that was rapidly coming closer. No, wait, Francois' head was coming closer, zooming in so fast he thought he might vomit, and vomit he did, somehow managing to turn his head a little bit.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"...ever do that agai- EWWW!" The voice sounded as if it was coming from very, very far away, but he recognized it none the less as <span style="font-style: italic">not</span> being in his own head. Francois blinked in an attempt to focus on the mysteriously colored haze in front of him. It somehow turned into Anna.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Why are you on the train?"</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Anna scowled at him, holding him out at arms length. "I'm on the train because <span style="font-style: italic">you</span> didn't get off, and then I find you here lying on the floor like you're dead, and then you <span style="font-style: italic">puke</span> on me. Gross, Francois, just gross."</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Francois watched dazedly as she took off her jacket. A large, foul-smelling, green-beige stain was covering the left shoulder and down. He rubbed at the back of his head and groaned. "Sorry... What the hell is that?" He had spotted the faintly steaming cup standing on the floor. Anna looked at him sheepishly.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"It's - coffee?"</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Gotcha. It's been standing near actual coffee beans, is what you mean."</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"This is the thanks I get for waking you from the dead?"</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Francois grinned. He felt surprisingly well. "Well, I wasn't dead, but maybe you can try the same trick on that guy lying over there." He jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the other, very still body. It took him a moment to realize what he had said. Anna looked horrified at him. Francois suddenly felt very sick again. He scrambled to his feet and stood next to his friend, unable to tear his eyes away from the corpse no matter how much he wanted to. Even if he hadn't been a medium, he would have been able to feel it now; the sensation of a hole recently made in the fabric of the universe.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"We - what do we do?" He looked at Anna, feeling more hopeless and unsure by the minute. "Do we call the police?"</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"I don't have a phone."</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">"Shit."</div></span></div></div><br/><div style="background-color:#DFD5BC; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><ul><span style="color: #2e2e32"><span style="font-weight: bold">Notes:</span> Look who's totally alive and well(?)! I imagine the half of the car they're currently in is totally deserted except for the two and the corpse of Jaime (correct me if I'm wrong, I just thought it seemed logical for people to move away from the small horde of people suddenly collapsing.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Tags:</span><a href="//www.creativefreedomrpg.com/memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&amp;u=110294">@Muse</a></span></ul></div></div>