[[Thanks. D:
Yesterday was just a day for me to reply to the 'small post' roleplays. I was just tired D:
But, don't worry. Right now, I'm getting my intro started on a document. Thanks for waiting <33333 ]]

[[Well… All the girls were reading books xD So, don’t worry, I didn’t have Paradise read also as I planned. xD]]
I’ve always liked long road trips. My family would always take long road trips to the same camp site every year, instead of actual vacations somewhere. I guessed I liked that routine more than others because I was the type to like the outdoors. The nature side.
I loved reading, but I tended to get carsick easily while doing so. Ironically, drawing was a different story. [Now I’m reminiscing about me and Buster’s role play a long time ago…] It never made me sick – even in a moving car. And, with that in mind, and my boredom just about killing me, I reached over my seat and grabbed my bag that was in the middle of the aisle. I was sitting alone, which wasn’t that bad I guess. I liked my space.
Just as I was about to look in my bag for my sketch pad, I noticed a pair of eyes were trained on me. I could feel my cheeks turning crimson as I stared back at those intense blue eyes. I cut the stare off immediately as I looked down to grab my pencil out of my bag. I brought my knees to my chest – my pad laying on my thighs so I could see – as I busied myself with my drawing.
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I was sitting by the window, staring out at the cotton fields. Everything in this country was so different from my own. All the way down to the students. Not too far off in the bus, were kids playing poker.
It was all just too different.
Not that I hated America. The only way to put it was, my home town in England is my comfort zone, and right now, I was far from it. The guy I was sitting next to had blue hair, skinny jeans with holes in them, and a skull on his shirt with something inappropriate written on the back. Meanwhile, I was wearing fitted jeans, a blue button down shirt, the sleeves coming to my elbows, and a vest.
Even my mother found it odd that I liked to dress a bit more formally then others. But, it, again, was part of my comfort zone.
I kept my eyes trained on the window, for if I looked the other way, I’d be disgusted by the guy next to me. Staring at girls like they were objects to be toyed with.
I tried explaining to him after an hour through the ride, that women should have much more respect.
He blew me off.
So, I gave up and tried to keep him blocked from my head.
This is going to be a long day…

[[Oh. Sorreh. D: In the beginning it said 'lifted her eyes from her book' so I just thought... D: ]]

[[Buster: You were the one who made me want to do first person. After our 'Survival of the Fittest' roleplay, I started another one and tried it out. Have been doing it ever since <3
Andddd, Night, if it confuses you, I won't D: Same with our other roleplay D: You never told me...
Maybe we can keep going, but not too far? ]]

((Okay then...)) 

I  hadn't faced much amusement through the ride. Though, that foreign student's speech on respect was quite something. I couldn't help but smile as I listened to his thorough explanation on it. To see the kid's reaction who was getting the lecture, and the student's own reaction as he gave it, it was actually a bit entertaining. To be honest, the guy was quite attractive, but feeling my cheeks heat up a bit, I decided I would keep it to myself. Thinking this way would only distract me from my studies and make me as bad as all the guys that gave all the girls here those weird stalker stares. I rested my head on my hand, watching the British boy a bit more, before looking out the window myself. I hadn't gotten much sleep last night. I suppose everyone would have been excited to go on the trip, even if the place we were going to would probably be boring.

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I raised a brow and smiled, meeting the eye of a lovely blonde haired girl just a little ways away. I couldn't help but give off a small chuckle at the faint roll of her eyes. Maybe it was just me, but I was sure that meant something like, "Can you believe these people?" I scratched my head and stretched a little in my seat, resting my head against my seat with a sigh. If only there were someone interesting to talk to on this bus. Like that girl over there, who was obviously looking at him. But no, he was stuck in a seat by some random kid, who wouldn't seem to shut up. I rubbed my temples after a while, hoping the bus would just stop already. Even if it was to get out and stretch my legs at a gas station. Maybe I'd get an opportunity to speak to her...

[[Is Night or Moon on?
Because it seemed the post order was Buster, Night, Me, And then Moon. D|
Or are we not doing post order? ]]

((Moon isn't posting much. She hasn't yet. D:))

((I'm on! Sorry, I had work all day, then dinner with the inlaws, then dishes to wash... sigh... Anyway... I think I'll be not so confused if maybe you but the paragraphs in different colors... or something to make it easy to figure out who was talking. I guess I should just leave Rowan reading her book peacefully untill Moon shows up. Has anyone rmailed her?))

   Garrett laughed to himself softly as he watched the girl blush when she noticed him staring at her. She looked so shy. Ah well, he would hopefully cure her of that. At least as far as he was concerned. She was drawing, he realized, and smiled to himself. Perfect opening. His mind made up, he went back to staring out the window. The cotton fields were finally coming to an end, it looked like, and he was glad. At least there would be something new to look at in the thick forest they were coming to. And it looked as though there was a gas station up ahead. Maybe they would get to stop...

  Aria gave a little smile when the guy met her eyes. He was pretty cute, she thought, with a wider smile. Deciding that he might be someone interesting to talk to, and hoping he wasn't interested in any of the other, much prettier, girls in the bus, she pulled a sheet of paper from her spiral notebook, where she had been scribbling a quick story idea. Pulling her pen out, she jotted a quick note and balled it up before tossing it across the bus, aiming it towards his lap. I'm Aria. Nice to meet you!

[[I’m sorry Night. D: I’ll do the color thing <3
Blue will be for Lance. And Purple will be for Paradise. ]]

Ah, finally. The cotton fields were finally out of my sight, as the bus rolled on. As I looked straight ahead to see anything coming up, ironically there was a gas station just a little away. Before I knew it, the bus was turning and it seemed as though everyone on the bus sighed of relief. I wouldn’t blame them, we’ve been in the sitting for so long.
“Feel free to get out of the bus to stretch your legs and what not. Just remember to come right back in the bus. We’ll be doing a head count to check for any runners.”
The last part from our teacher at the front was more of a joke. Mr. King always was saying stupid jokes, yet always laughed to himself about them.
His poor wife had to deal with those lame jokes.
After watching Mr. King count all the students on the bus, he gave us permission to leave for ‘stretching our legs and what not.’  As I was walking out of my seat and walking towards the door at the front, I accidently bumped into a girl. [Buster’s character] Mortified at my clumsiness of not watching where I was going, I gently grabbed her arm and pulled her upright while babbling. Saying things like, “Oh, how stupid of me…”, “I should have been more careful…” And, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
I was saying it all so fast; I couldn’t even remember half of what I rambled on about. Finally, I took a deep breath and said one more,
“I’m so sorry.”
My cheeks were reddened, and I wanted to scurry away. But that wouldn’t have been polite. Especially with the fact that she could have hurt herself.
“Are you alright?”
I said as I motioned with a wave of my hand to let her go down the rest of the aisle of the bus before I did.

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It was while Mr. King was counting the students that I finally realized that we had stopped. My mind was so stuck on the sketch I was drawing that I didn’t even realize what was going on around me. I didn’t want my hand to stop shading and adding detail to my sketch, but finally, I forced myself to close my sketch pad and put it back in the bag. I had heard something from Mr. King about stepping out for a break from sitting, and I went for it. My legs were aching.
I felt suffocated by the stampede of people trying to get out of the bus, but finally I was out. I stayed away from the others as I got my bit of fresh air. 

((^^ Shall do colors as well. Of course, the order of my characters will probably stay the same the whole time. Belle= Black/ Rowan= Green))

I happened to be walking down the isle, when I felt myself nearly knocked over. I was surprised at first, but realized I'd been save from tripping on the next couple kids before me. I turned to glance at the person behind, wondering who was clumsy enough to fall into me. I smiled in seeing it was only the British kid I'd been watching a bit earlier. Doubtless, a small tint of red spread across the cheeks of my small face, and I shook my head, waving my own hand.

"No, no, it's nothing really. It was my fault for walking slow," I couldn't help but laugh. Ugh, I hated my laugh. I guessed of most people I'd met, they'd not quite consisted of polite ones. He seemed to be a polite person, which was a very good thing. Afraid to hold up those anxious behind us, I hurried to stumble off the bus, breathing in the fresh, non-limited non-shared air. Well, it wasn't extremely fresh, considering we were at a gas station. I stretched a bit and looked around, at the forest lined road. Just what kind of  place were we in? I could tell we probably weren't close, since it seemed up the road would be a long winding road lined by forests, forests, and more forests.

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I smiled, passing the note back to Aria when the time came to leave the bus. Sure we weren't at our destination, but at least I'd have an opportunity to talk to her. She was attractive; I guess that was a good thing, although, I really cared more on personality. I sighed and got off the bus, slowed down at first by some talking kids, and those who took their sweet precious time to goof off. I handed the note to Aria as I passed with a smile, hopping off the bus and sighing.

Roman. Glad to meet you. By the way Aria is a nice name.

Suddenly it occured to me that I could have just said hello... I smashed my palm to my face at my stupidity. No stupid kid would have made that mistake. I stretched my arms behind my head, angry at myself for not saying anything to her. She must have thought I was a jerk for not saying anything. She probably wouldn't even be able to read my hand writing...

  "Mind if I ask what you were drawing?" Garrett asked from a little distance away, hoping he had not startled her enough to make her angry. He had seen the red-head from earlier move a little ways from the others and decided to make his move. She looked so lost in her thoughts he had only stood for a few moments watching, before deciding to speak. "I'm Garrett, by the way. It's nice to meet you. Sorry if I scared you."

  Aria read the note Roman had pressed into her hand, suppressing a laugh. She must have made some kind of impression, for him to forget that he could actually talk to her face to face. She left the bus and stepped inside the gas station to get a drink. Reemerging from the tiny store, she saw the frustrated look on his face and decided to tease him. Pulling the note out of her pocket, she snuck up behind him and crumpled it back into a ball. With a deft throw, she aimed it at the back of his head. "Real smooth, romeo."