.:Tamesis and Morgan:.
Tamesis watched the strangers entre the cafe, and he felt a strange feeling somewhere in his chest, like he knew them from somewhere. He felt uncomfortable, and after catching Morgan's eye as she looked up, obviously feeling the same feeling, the both exchanged worried looks. This was a new world, and they didn't know who to trust. Maybe it would have been better if they had stayed in London, that way they knew their way around the city, the underground and the bus routes. But then, if they had stayed, the scientists would have found out where they lived. Tamesis shivered inwardly at the thought of Morgan in the pain they had put her through. It was almost enough to send the pair of them mad. He turned his gaze back to the strangers, and watched them. Morgan, on the other hand, stared at her cup of Earl Grey tea with her own deep green eyes. She could feel dread creeping up on her, and prepared herself to do the impossible, to slow down time and get them out of there.
.:Cedric Fresco:.
Cedric too felt a strange feeling in his chest, but only interpreted it as his body adjusting to the new polluted air. He had always lived in the countryside, in the mountains in the south of Spain near Marbella. He could picture it, the sun on his skin, the sea breese, the sand between his toes. And then now he was here. Stuck in this stuffy, crowded and harsh environment. "Estupido" he muttered in spainish, glaring at the palm of his left hand where the butterfly sat. Such bliss, those days where his skin was clear of ink, and he was surrounded by such ink, living free. He felt trapped, and he wanted out. He shouldn't have come here.
Tamesis watched the strangers entre the cafe, and he felt a strange feeling somewhere in his chest, like he knew them from somewhere. He felt uncomfortable, and after catching Morgan's eye as she looked up, obviously feeling the same feeling, the both exchanged worried looks. This was a new world, and they didn't know who to trust. Maybe it would have been better if they had stayed in London, that way they knew their way around the city, the underground and the bus routes. But then, if they had stayed, the scientists would have found out where they lived. Tamesis shivered inwardly at the thought of Morgan in the pain they had put her through. It was almost enough to send the pair of them mad. He turned his gaze back to the strangers, and watched them. Morgan, on the other hand, stared at her cup of Earl Grey tea with her own deep green eyes. She could feel dread creeping up on her, and prepared herself to do the impossible, to slow down time and get them out of there.
.:Cedric Fresco:.
Cedric too felt a strange feeling in his chest, but only interpreted it as his body adjusting to the new polluted air. He had always lived in the countryside, in the mountains in the south of Spain near Marbella. He could picture it, the sun on his skin, the sea breese, the sand between his toes. And then now he was here. Stuck in this stuffy, crowded and harsh environment. "Estupido" he muttered in spainish, glaring at the palm of his left hand where the butterfly sat. Such bliss, those days where his skin was clear of ink, and he was surrounded by such ink, living free. He felt trapped, and he wanted out. He shouldn't have come here.
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