Trapped! [Lythe x Ket]
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				Title: <strong>Trapped! [Lythe x Ket]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 22:39:49</strong>
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				Brad leant back and closed his laptop, the machine giving up it's incessant whine as the power faded from it. His hand came up and across, pulling a few inches free from the white shirt and revealing the glimmer of his watch. Ten to six... That meant, unless the train completed the half hour trip in less than five minutes, he was going to be late. His hand screwed up in frustration and he cursed a little under his breath. This was a costly tardiness for him.<br><br>Outside the windows, the evening scenes flickered past. The depths of autumn ensured the daylight was already beginning to fade, and similarly made quite sure that outside the heated carriages it was chilly, if not cold. For a few moments the rolling hills and low stone buildings settled his mind, but irritation had a way of creeping back to the fore, and before long he'd wrenched his gaze away back to the train. His problems crowded back into the fore of his mind, and little did he know that they would soon be dwarved.<br><br>The outside closed off and the tone of the train seemed to change as they slipped into the long tunnel. Few folk paid much attention - one or two looked up, and a few eyes glanced out of the window even though the view had been taken away, not amplified. It was, after all, just a tunnel. Much more interesting was the low tremble that followed, and the sound of thunder in the distance. At least, it sounded like thunder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trapped! [Lythe x Ket]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ket</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 03:42:22</strong>
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				The woman walked down the aisle carrying a tray of beverages with the ease of a person seasoned in traversing a path that constantly rocked, rolled, and changed momentum. With a soft smile she greeted each and every passenger as she delivered her wares to those few that had ordered them. Full of people, yet never busy service-wise, the second-class car was as lively as ever that day, with patrons getting in one last holiday before the weather turned colder. <br><br>Lilybet Maddox loved guessing in her mind where the passengers were going to or coming from, sometimes making up entire stories about their lives about the more colorful ones. She loved her job as a stewardess, even if it wasn’t her dream occupation. At 24, pretty, and still unattached, it was perfect for her. She wanted to see Europe before going into graduate school and her employee discount made that goal all the more attainable. <br><br>After serving drinks she stored her tray behind the bar in the café car and told David, the head steward, that she was going to take a ten minute break. Lilybet slid into the small steward’s cabin and sat down, slipping her heels off and stretching her toes. While she liked the tailored navy blue skirt and blazer uniforms as it made her feel not only feminine but confident, there were quite a few days she wished they were allowed to wear flats instead. <br><br>She was in the midst of giving herself a quick foot massage when one of the other stewardesses popped her head into the small room. “Hey Lily,” the girl, Mary, said, “did you head that noise?”<br><br>“What noise?” Lilybet asked.<br><br>“It sounded like a bunch of rocks falling.” Mary said, not knowing how right she was. <br><br>Lily looked out the tiny window and saw blackness. “It’s probably just an echo of the train in the tunnel.” She replied nonchalantly over her shoulder, then turned back around. “How’s first-class?”<br><br>“Fantastic!” Mary smiled. “You should come up and walk through. There’s some handsome ones today.”<br><br>Lily rolled her eyes and shook her head while laughing. “Do you ever think of anything else besides finding a rich man to marry?”<br><br>“Sure, finding you one too, of course!” Mary said back with a smile, causing both girls to giggle. <br><br>“I have to get back to work, have fun up there.” Lily said and got up, tucked a wisp of auburn hair back into her French twist, then followed Mary out of the cabin. The two women waved at each other as one went forward and the other aft. <br><br>Lilybet was just stepping into the second-class car when the trained lurched suddenly, causing her to lose her balance and fall back into the space between the cars. She got up and shook it off, bracing herself with her hands on opposite walls as the train rapidly slowed. The chatter of the passengers increased in both pitch and frequency, threatening to overtake the squeal of the train’s brakes as it came to a stop. <br><br>It was at that moment that everything went pitch dark. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trapped! [Lythe x Ket]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>02-09-2010, 20:18:41</strong>
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				People cast around, nervously. At first the screech of brakes was the cause, then the lack of lights kept them glancing this way and that, despite the fast that there was nothing left to see. Hands patted their owners body's, confirming that they were okay, as though they'd crashed, and not just hit the brakes a little hard. Apart from the fear, noone was suffering.<br><br>Voices, filled with nerves and fear that cranked up the volume and belied the jitters, filled the cabin. "Are you okay?" "What happened?" "The fuck?" "Jesus I hate the dark" and, one particularly shaken fellow, muttering half to himself: "Am I dead?" Some people stood, others remained rooted in spot. A few made toward the exit, feeling their way along.<br><br>Mayhem.<br><br>It served as a wonderful way to clear Brad's mind, however. No matter how composed he managed to be most of the time, he was just as shaken as the rest. He kept his voice to himself, though, and for some reason felt the need to feel around to check his possessions. As though someone had nicked his phone at a moment like this. <br><br>The chaos faded pretty swiftly, as people realised they were at rest and, apart from being barely able to see - there was SOME light, once they adjusted, from people testing phones and the occasional laptop still running on battery - entirely uninjured. Instead eyes fished out for stewards, or the driver, or ANYONE who could be in charge and explain they'd be moving soon.<br><br>Brad slipped from his seat, and wormed his way past a few folk toward the end of the carriage. Let them wonder, he was going to go find someone with some answers. He was late enough already, after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trapped! [Lythe x Ket]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ket</strong> on <strong>06-09-2010, 23:01:00</strong>
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				Her hands brushed along the wall, fingers relying on her sense of touch as Lilybet's eyes struggled to become adjusted to the lack of light in the tiny cabin. After a few moments of fumbling she found her target and felt either end, wanting to make sure the business end of the object was properly directed. A quick flick of the buttong the torch produced light, illuminating her path back between the cars. <br><br>The din from the second-class car overtook Lilybet the moment she slid open the door. For a split second she wished she could rush back to the steward's cabin and hide out, but she knew better. All the weeks of emergency training had barely prepared her for what to do. Steeling her reserve, Lilybet walked into the car and raised her voice to the crowd. "Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?"<br><br>No one listened. Passengers were crying, screaming, and some praying. Many were out of their seats and trying to walk around, getting nowhere. A few were attempting to pry open the doors. Not giving up, Lilybet tried again, this time standing on an empty seat and banging her torch against the metal bars of the luggage rack several times before yelling again. "Ladies and Gentlemen, please, I need your attention!"<br><br>Heads turned and eyes attempted to focus on her in the dim light. It took several moments, but people began to quiet down. "Thank you," Lilybet said. "I know you're scared, but please..." she was cut off by the passengers. <br><br>"What the hell happened?" The question, in various forms, seemed to echo off the walls. Trying not to be defeated, Lilybet banged her torch again and yelled for silence. <br><br>"As I was saying, I know you're scared. I need all of you to please stay calm and remain in your seats. We need the aisles clear so that we are able to assist those who need it in a timely manner. Please, everyone, take your seats." Lilybet aimed her torch down the aisle so that people could see where they were going. She also did a quick headcount in case passenger numbers needed to be verified against tickets. <br><br>"If you are injured and need medical assistance, please raise your hand and I will come to you." Lilybet only had basic first aid training, but she'd do what she could. The moment she stepped down from her makeshift platform the chatter erupted again, but at least this time people stayed in their seats. <br><br>Only a few hands raised, which Lilybet took as a good sign. A few simple injuries would be much easier to deal with. Grabbing the first aid kit from it's bin on the wall, she made her way to the first passenger with a raised hand. As she worked she silently prayed for two things. One, that whatever happened was just a fluke and they'd be on their way again soon, and two, that help would arrive shortly as she didn't think she could handle all the passengers in the car on her own. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trapped! [Lythe x Ket]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 15:33:20</strong>
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				First class was a little less chaotic, not least because it was emptier, and there were more stewards and stewardesses per person, ensuring people were calm and, where required, were receiving first aid. It only really amounted to a few bumps and bruises, and Brad didn't even mentioned his own wrist; a mild knock, that might grow to a bruise but was hardly going to both him aside from a dull ache for a few hours.<br><br>He remained in his seat, as instructed, listening to the hushed conversations between stewardesses as best he could, trying to get a handle on what was going on. As best he could tell, though, -noone- really knew... As time dragged on, people grew less panicky, but continued their incessant complaints. Questions turned from concerns about safety, to angry complaints about how late people were going to be, as folk started deciding they were just broken down in a tunnel. In their minds, it was a minor problem.<br><br>Until Frank wandered out from the head of the train. The driver was rubbing his head and looked flushed. He drew the closest staff members to him, and muttered the story, as best he knew it; communication and electrics were dead, and the front of the tunnel had collapsed. A couple of staff were deployed to see if it was possible to walk out and get signal from the back of the tunnel, while the rest were set to task explaining to everyone that this stay might be due to increasing in length.<br><br>Nobody took the news well, and the panic returned. Brad flinched a little at how quickly people could turn from rational, if angry, to apparently irrational and phobic. He felt the increasing need to -do- something, and, without quite working out what, he got to his feet, stowed his laptop (not that anyone was really going to make off with it in current circumstances, but all the same), and wandered down the train to find someone who looked halfway in control; certainly several of the stewards near him were as shaken as the passengers.
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