Characters: Mindy Macready, (ota) When: Mid-afternoon on Friday Location: dining car Warnings/Rating: PG-13. Because it's Mindy. She swears often. Summary: Mindy's convinced she's been kidnapped and just woke up in her room. She's decided to explore and try to get answers and ended up in the dining car. Status: open to all, on-going.
Weirdest. Kidnapping. Ever. The room she'd woken up in wasn't hers at all. There were no Hello, Kitty bed-sheets. No dolls still in their boxes stacked on shelves that Marcus had purchased for her when she went to live with him again.
Nothing at all was familiar except the backpack she'd found on the floor. That, she knew. That was familiar. The stuff in it was familiar, too. Even her balisongs. That worked for her. Holding one of those again, it was reassuring. She'd told Marcus she'd never touch one again. She didn't want to ruin what she had there. But that was there and she was here and Marcus wasn't. Now to find out who, exactly, was here.
Moving through the train, she looked at doors and names and numbers. Even her own door which had her name on it. Weird. What kinda douche bag kidnappers were she dealing with?
When she got to the dining car, she decided this was as good a place as any to sit and people watch. She spent a minute or two flipping the butterfly knife before folding it and tucking it into the top of her pants, pulling her shirt over it.