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Jun 09, 2010 16:32

[Some time ago, a number of rooms were mysteriously demolished around the Dressing Room. Now there are metal tracks laid down where those rooms once were, and if one is there at the right time - or even the wrong time, because the Dressing Room hardly keeps to a reliable schedule - they might just see a long train zooming along them quickly. Or ( Read more... )

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On a train! 8D bruleanneau June 9 2010, 05:01:40 UTC
[Okay, so...if anyone was nearby when he first came across this. They would have seen an 'OMGIT'SATRAIN!!!!' look on his face, followed by the storm rider racing toward it.

But now that he's on one of the bullet trains, he's got this B| kind of face on. This isn't the train home.]

Damnit!

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cursed_clown June 9 2010, 06:51:29 UTC
[Allen is holding on for dear life to one side of the wall on the sections between seating when Lavi gets on. These things move entirely too fast.]

Get off before--- [Then the doors closes.]

Hold on to something.

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bruleanneau June 9 2010, 07:12:54 UTC
[Allen! 8D He likes running into you guys.

Rubbing at his head as he sits where he was standing. His AT wheels aren't locked, don't want to go rolling through the cars.]

I know. We had these at home. I liked to race along side'em.

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cursed_clown June 9 2010, 07:20:17 UTC
[Imagine a cat on a balcony during fireworks. That about equates to Allen's expression.]

Race along side them? [And it lurches forward. Allen is still clinging looking bewildered on how Lavi can look so calm.]

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bruleanneau June 9 2010, 17:29:53 UTC
[Awww. Poor Allen!]

Yeah, with the fancy shoes on my feet. [Just replaced the front-left wheel that Kanda so nicely cut in half. 8|

Hey, you get raised in Japan with these things, it's nothing but a flat rollercoaster ride.]

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cursed_clown June 10 2010, 05:43:38 UTC
[Allen hadn't noticed the skates before, but he offers them a glance now.]

Where did you get those?

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bruleanneau June 10 2010, 06:02:28 UTC
[Bit of a grin.]

Got'em from the same place this bullet train is from. Japan.

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cursed_clown June 10 2010, 06:16:29 UTC
Bullet train? The name fits.

[And he looks out the window. Good thing motion sickness does not come quickly to him.]

How do we get it to stop?

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bruleanneau June 10 2010, 06:34:04 UTC
[Laughs a bit and locks his AT wheels.]

Easy, we pull the cord, or wait until it stops at a station.

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cursed_clown June 10 2010, 06:47:43 UTC
[Allen gets his feet under him. When it isn't stopping or starting and he's not looking out the window, it really isn't that bad.]

Let's find that cord.

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bruleanneau June 10 2010, 06:54:43 UTC
[Lavi pulls himself to his feet, putting his hands in his pockets as he leans with the train's swaying.]

Gettin train-sick, Allen?

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cursed_clown June 10 2010, 07:09:26 UTC
I'm looking for a way off this thing that doesn't require jumping.

[He opens the door to the car in front of them heading toward the front of the train.]

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bruleanneau June 10 2010, 07:11:11 UTC
And why not? It's more fun that way~

[Following, though. This is so Lavi's pace, he's a speed-nut.]

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cursed_clown June 10 2010, 07:17:27 UTC
You have a few more advantages than the rest of us. [Hammer. Such a cheap hammer. Not that he doesn't have cheater powers of his own.]

[The room is empty. Just empty seats all the way down. Allen starts making his way down the aisle when he stops suddenly and bounces back like he hit an invisible wall.]

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bruleanneau June 10 2010, 07:30:14 UTC
Just the skates. [Nope, he doesn't trust the thing enough. Plus, after his talks with Solo and Kanda...leaving that thing in his room.

Aaaaaaaaaand that would be why Lavi was following.]

Huh. Just like the one I'm on at home.

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cursed_clown June 10 2010, 07:40:34 UTC
[Allen is rubbing where his face collided with the invisible wall. Thought that comments cements the 'probably not an Exorcist' comment.]

You can't go to the front of the train at home? How do you get off then?

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