Trish Wellington (![]() ![]() @ 2012-05-18 00:44:00 |
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Trish was slowly starting to adjust to train life since it was hard when all this stuff was new to her. Trains weren’t new but kidnapping ones? Oh yes along with the type of people on the train and the fact it jumped realities. If she was going back to her world alive no one would ever believe her, but she knew she was dead or close to it in her world. Then with people losing their whatever they were good at made her feel bad for those people. She didn’t know what that was like considering in her mind she wasn’t good at anything, but she could only imagine how those people were feeling. All she could do was use a gun for skeet shooting though loading it and everything was a mystery to her. Fighting? Her idea of fighting was smacking someone hard or trying to push them off and that was probably why she didn’t win the fight for her life. Now she was telling demons or whatever the hell that girl was about how what she was doing was wrong. Where did that come from? Trish knew she was the type to stand up for what was right considering she stood up to her brother-in-law and step-mom on their affair. Though she lost that when she started to close herself up with all the people she lost until her own life was taken. So where did the courage come to stand up to someone who seemed tougher than her? That was a really great question, but she didn’t really care anymore. Pushing a stray piece of dark hair behind her ear, she moved into the back kitchen . Cooking was out of the question for Trish, but she could get herself a snack. Glancing around in the fridge until she found herself an apple and closing the fridge behind her. She thought about moving to sit on counter, but she was worried about her cut still causing her to lean against the counter as she took a bite out of the apple. Her eyes glanced upward when she saw someone starting to come into the kitchen. |