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Post by Will Wright on Jan 23, 2008 19:09:54 GMT
Will sat at the tracks and watched as a swarm of people clambered on and of the train for what seemed the thousandth time this day. The carriages were soon filled to the brink...again and then the train started to make a slow journey back through the countryside to london and other places along the way. Trains...not Will's kind of transport, not after what happened when she was younger, but if she was going to go back there again, she would have to take the train to the airport again. "Oh, why?" Will asked but smiled. She saw the tall figure of someone she knew not well but well enough. She looked out over the hedges and saw the horses and cattle grazing in their field. "Moo," Will called out randomly.
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Post by Jack Trove on Jan 23, 2008 19:40:43 GMT
Mal was coming today. Jack hadn't been sure what to make of the letter. It was a scrawled rush; messy, blotchy and basically illegible. Had it been wrote in a hurry? Then again, Mal had never exactly been the tidiest of people. Jack could make several guesses as to the reason for Mal's visit. 1. Mal was concerned because Jack had left suddenly during Christmas without so much as a word. 2. Mal wanted to visit him, out of brotherly goodness. 3. Their dad had somehow found out about the cheque Jack's mum had wrote to him, and Mal had been sent there to pick it up. And Jack hated to think it... but Option 3 was the most likely contender. Jack had headed down early to the station to meet his brother... but the whole idea was sort of depressing. Soon, his steps were trailing, and he felt incredibly exhausted as he entered the station. Then someone mooed. Jack jumped, and realised with a strange, inexplicable leap of euphoria that Will was coming towards him. "Will, hi!" he beamed, pleased of her distraction. "Were you just... mooing?"
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Post by Will Wright on Jan 23, 2008 19:49:01 GMT
"Hey, there big boy!" Will said equally happily, "Yes, I guess I did," She gave him a quick hug and then dragged him over to one of the benches were they sat down. "But my reason for that, a) I was bored, b) I was talking to them, and c) I felt random!" Will explained. She sat, swinging her legs back and forth considering they barely touched the ground. "So, what bring syou down here?" she asked as a pleasant breeze past by, lifting her hair slightly.
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Post by Jack Trove on Jan 23, 2008 19:53:53 GMT
Big boy? What the fu.....? "Er, meeting my brother," Jack said, choosing to ignore it. Random. Excellent way of describing Will, that. "He's coming up from London..." Please don't want to meet him. "And you?"
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Post by Will Wright on Jan 23, 2008 19:57:49 GMT
"I just came down here to think, plus I haven't been here since I arrived at the start of school year and I may go back home," Will said absent mindedly. Brother? Oh yes, Jack's idol. She looked over and saw the horses gallovanting around. She looked across and saw the cows trotting up to get a closer look at them. She chuckeled and before she knew it she was laughing her head of.
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Post by Jack Trove on Jan 23, 2008 20:01:57 GMT
Will trotted off one direction, and Jack went properly into the station, where he sat down on one of the many benches and sighed. One train. Two trains. How many godforsaken trains are there anyway? Maybe he should check the schedule. Jack got up with a sigh, and made his way over to the board, smiling at a pretty girl on his way past. 16.40 from London. Brilliant. Another 20 minutes to go.
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Post by Will Wright on Jan 23, 2008 20:10:11 GMT
Will went into the station and looked around and saw Jack at the time schedules. She went over and sat on one of the benches and waited for him to come back from oggling. A pretty girl walked passed him and she saw his cheeks rise a bit indicating he was smiling. Oh, bad boy! I bet Olivia wouldn't like you doing that! Will smirked to herself. "Want a coffee or soemthing?" Will asked when he was a couple of feet away.
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Post by Jack Trove on Jan 23, 2008 20:22:52 GMT
"Aye," Jack said distractedly. "Eh, yeah. Cuppa joe- why not?" He hated coffee. "Or maybe just some coke? Water?" he suggested feebly.
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Post by Will Wright on Jan 23, 2008 20:35:06 GMT
"Well, come on then," Will stood up and started to trundle over to the café. "What would you like?" "An sweetened Ice Tea, caramel flavoured annd a...coke please," Will told the lady politely. "Very well, go get a seat and we'll have it there in a couple of minutes," "Ok, thanks," Will took Jack bye his arm and led him to a seat. "Ok, what's up?"
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Post by Jack Trove on Jan 23, 2008 20:59:52 GMT
Jack took a sip from his coke; and felt guilty. Argh. He should've drank water. Coach would have his head on a platter. "Nothing much, I guess," he shrugged, confused by her question.
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Post by Will Wright on Jan 23, 2008 21:06:48 GMT
Will stared at him for a few seconds before taking a sip of her Iced Tea. "What time does he arrive at?" Will was interested. She took another sip. Her mouth had sudenly become dry.
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Post by Jack Trove on Jan 23, 2008 21:12:42 GMT
"Bout ten minutes now," Jack said, nodding at the clock overhead. "He'll have to pay for his own food though- I'm broke."
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Post by Will Wright on Jan 23, 2008 21:20:10 GMT
"Haha," Will giggled. Poor Jack. "Well, I'm sure he'll have money...it wouldn't be like your brother not to have money, well it sounds that way to me by the way you talked about him..." Will's heart slowed down a bit, "Hey, you're not talking about him as much as you used to, I thought you would be excited about your brother coming to visit you," Will looked strangley at him.
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Post by Jack Trove on Jan 26, 2008 12:19:15 GMT
"I am," Jack smiled a little viciously. "Just exhausted. The guy texted me at 3.30 am last night to tell me he was on his way up! I couldn't get back to sleep for hours!" Well, it wasn't a lie. Only half. Maybe.
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Post by Will Wright on Jan 26, 2008 21:45:39 GMT
Will's eyes went wide and she let out a long low whistle. "I would've killed him if I had any siblings," Will shuddered, "I could not live without my sleep. I'm grumpy enough as it is when I get up in the mornings/afternoon," She looked up at the clock. Time was dragging. Yet again... "Soo, what are you gonna do when he gets here?"
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