The Wheels on the Bus....(Steyr/Open)

[Emma Anderson]

Well, today had not been one of Emma's finest, that was for sure. First off, she had woken up late, having to rush through her closet and grab whatever she could to throw on in order to avoid being late for school. The result being a pair of shorts, a long sleeved, pink sweater, two mismatched socks (one blue and one green) and a ratty pair of sneakers. Her hair, disheveled as it could be, twisted and pinned back with a knitting needles he had laying around and had grabbed on her way out the door.

To top that off, she had then stumbled down the last three stairs that led to the living room...fell and scraped her knees....AND she had managed to somehow get into a fight with her parents...or whatever they were to her...in the middle of all of this stuff. So, she had stormed out of the house, without breakfast, without her phone to send texts on, and without a jacket or umbrella...Which, twenty minutes into her walk to school, would prove to be a problem as suddenly it began to rain.

Lips pressing into a thin line, she would just stop moving..her disbelief at how utterly horrible her day was so far seeming to cement her in place as the people around her rushed to duck indoors for cover or pulled free their umbrellas in order to keep soldiering onward to wherever their destination lied.

Emma....on the other hand...looked somewhat like a drowned rat. Her pretty strawberry blond locks now drenched and falling haphazardly about her face and neck...that knitting needle now looking more like it had just gotten caught in her tangles than as if it was purposefully put there. What little makeup she had managed to smudge onto her face in the race to get out the door, now runny and giving her a rather nice set of raccoon eyes. Her sweater clinging to her, tight enough to show off her black bra which she wore underneath...and the cold created by not only the Fall weather, but the rain making her scraped up knees shake vigorously.

If ever there was a moment she felt like screaming a few choice curse words out at the top of her lungs...this would be said moment. Yet, after somehow managing to collect herself, she would shrug her bag onto her shoulder, straighten up...and trudge ahead. A single phrase bouncing around her head..."Its not all that bad." Just repeating that to herself mentally over and over and over again...ignoring the sloshing that she felt within her shoes and simply pressing forward.

Coming to a crosswalk, she would stop, pretending not to notice the others around her looking her up and down with those "poor little thing" eyes and those judgmental glares...In fact, she was almost to the point where she could probably laugh about this whole ordeal...but then...wouldn't you know it...that just moments before the light changed...a truck would come plowing by and drive right through a recently formed puddle...ick and grime and water splashed onto her front as other people ducked and hid behind their umbrellas, leaving Emma to take the brunt of it...

Dirty water now dripping down her face, she would spat out what little had managed to leak past her lips into her mouth...blinking a few times to clear her eyes and not even daring to look down at what she knew had to be a completely ruined sweater. Outwardly, to anyone who saw her, she would look remarkably calm for a girl who seemed to be having just about the worst day ever...But that was merely a benefit of being silent almost her entire life.

Inside, it was like the Tasmanian Devil on crack. No real sentences being formed, just ranting, raving, cursing and a few swift mental boots to the ass. If she wasn't in public, this would have likely been the point where she just broke down and started crying. Yet, as it stood...she wasn't alone and therefore, she was forced to suck it up and simply move forward...Thankful she could not hear the squishing of her shoes that came with every step she took, and pretending not to notice the water which spilled out the little hole on the toe of her right shoe whenever she took a step.

With ten more blocks to the school...she would reach the conclusion by the time she made it to the other side of the crosswalk, that unless she wanted to risk certain death, or further humiliation, she had better find an alternate means of transport. So, with very little money to signal a taxi, and with no friends to give her a lift (not that she had a phone to contact them anyways.) and with no desire to turn around and head home to get her parents to give her a ride...that left her with one option.

The bus.

Just the thought of it making her shudder, though to be honest it might have just been the chill which was surrounding her at this point. Either way...she would sludge toward the bus stop, taking shelter in the tiny little overhang which stood there, and then...after fending off dirty looks from other passengers and giving the skeptical bus driver her best smile...she would make it aboard.

Little feet shuffling along the isle, water dripping from every which direction on her body, she tried to ignore the people that acted as though they were still in highschool..moving their purses and stuff to the seat beside them so she couldn't sit down. Nope, she was going to suck it up and be strong....allllll the way at the back of the bus, where she would collapse into an empty seat and try her best not to give into the urge to crawl into the nearest corner and die.

[Steyr August]

Her hair was platinum blonde and pink, it parted above her right eye. She had a typical side fringe, although, she had hair in front of her ears that was a little longer, the side of her head on the right side was shaved. It was long and thick on the left side, as it drooped over her shoulder. Her skin was lightly tanned, not dark and not pale. She had an eye brow piercing and a small nose stud, in her ears she had various studs and little black rings. Perhaps three to four in an ear, nothing too too excessive.

Looking in the mirror, she couldn't help but wonder. I wonder if I should get a lip piercing... Hmmm. Tempting.. very temping.

Over her time at school, she had decided to be a little less boring. Perhaps it would do her some good, lose the attitude.. and stuff. Although, she was still highly superstitious, there was something about the other worldly things that scared and excited her. Anyways, that was besides the point. Today, she was going to take the bus to school.

Clad in a white tank top, tight black jeans with a few randomly placed zippers, a black leather jacket,a belt with a lovely batman belt buckle, and leather boots that went half way to her knee. The boots had two belts on them and were loosely tied. From her pocket dangled a chain that reached up and was attached to one of her belt loops.

She had gotten on a few stops before the drowned rat, although she also received similar reactions from people. Who wanted some stranger sitting next to them? No one. Shrugging it off, she'd move down to the back of the bus. Sitting in the row of seats along the back of the bus, she'd rest a foot on the back of the seat infront of her.

Leaning back in the seat, she'd turn her attention to the street, watching people as the bus rolled along the street. She smiled a little to herself, listening to The Phantom Agony. She had always enjoyed symphonic metal, it was rather pretty.

Then it happened.

A poor girl, drowned in the rain and obviously splashed by a passing car. The poor darling. Steyr watched silently as people moved things so she couldn't sit down. Gawd... People were such dicks. The girl got closer and then sat on the bench where she had been resting her boot.

"Rough day so far?"