by thunderborne » Thu Mar 30, 2017 3:11 pm
❝ 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚊 𝙻𝚊𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚡
❝ location;; bus terminal mood;; bored tags;; open
Freya had taken a red-eye flight out to meet the group at the bus station, where all the recent grads would evidently be embarking together to this supposed summer camp. The entire thought made her nauseous, truly. It was a waste of her time to spend a summer with strangers, rather than the friends she wouldn't see again until next summer when they came home. Her life was in Seattle, far away from these strangers who would no-doubt have terrible tastes in music and absolutely no street smarts. Her parents had sent her off to experience someplace other than her home, but why this? Why now? It was ridiculous. Her blue eyes scanned the crowds, seeing groups of teens who were milling around like lost sheep, trying to find the right bus. "Typical," she snorted, shaking her head before walking briskly to where the sign read the correct route number. Her red and black flannel swayed around her legs slightly due to the wind caused by her quick speed, her flip flops making the characteristic slapping sound on the concrete floor; she was using the typical "Pacific Northwest Freeze' in hopes that no one would approach her, with her aviators covering her eyes despite it being sunny.
❝ 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚎
❝ location;; bus terminal mood;; curious tags;; open
It had been hot in Alabama, but despite that Hunter had worn his work jeans and boots, plus a long-sleeved button-up on the journey here. He'd mostly gotten the hang of traveling via bus as he made his way from home to the meet-up point, but still was rather new at this. With a bashful expression on his face, he meandered through the crowds in hopes of finding someone to direct him, or someone going the same place he was so they could be lost together. He held the strap of his backpack tighter, the bag slung over a single broad shoulder as he moved. This was going to be odd, being away from his home, but he knew that he needed a vacation. Especially considering those he knew would be the same he'd see in college; going to a state school meant seeing literally your entire graduating class. Hunter's mind drifted to the horses on his ranch, and he crossed his fingers that they wouldn't backslide in their learning while he was away.