we're only at home when we're on the run - pafp

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    The train accelerated forward, and Adam Ferreira leaned back in his seat with a satisfied smile. It felt surprisingly nice, very civilised, which was a feeling he had gotten used to not having after a week straight of walking everywhere and sleeping in parks like a hobo. Which he sort of was, in a way, but he preferred not to embrace the lifestyle to quite that extent.


    On the cargo rack above him was his backpack, an elaborate multi-storey affair that weighed twenty-five pounds fully packed (as it was now), and on the seat next to him were two very small, floppy-eared grey puppies, esconced in a nest he'd created for them out of his jacket and towel. The story of how he came to have these puppies was an interesting one, and it had started about five months ago: two weeks after he'd stepped off the plane from Toronto. That was when he'd been "adopted" by a stray dog with a stubby tail and a speckled grey coat.


    Adam named her Misty. She probably wasn't feral; she hadn't put up much fuss when he'd bought her a collar and she'd learned her new name very quickly. At first she was very convenient, because she growled at anyone who wasn't him and he felt safe enough with her around to sleep outside and save some money. But one night she wandered off and got knocked up by some other stray, and that was very inconvenient. She'd given birth a month ago, and he'd been forced to hang around in Lyon much longer than he would have liked, but now he was on the move again.


    He'd had to splurge a bit to rent a carrier for Misty to ride in the cargo car, but that was worthwhile. There was no way he could leave her behind.


    There was a shrill squeaking noise from the seat beside him; the puppies were fighting. The female, who was the bigger of the two, had pinned the male by laying on top of him and was now chewing happily on his ear. He was the one who was squeaking. Adam lifted the little bully off of her brother- she wriggled and growled in protest.


    He had carried the puppies in his jacket to the train station, and the sight of a cute guy walking around with two tiny furry little heads poking out of his jacket had caused several girls to do double-takes. Adam was oblivious. He hadn't set out on this journey to find romance; he'd pretty much accepted that he'd always be somewhat dirty and scruffy-looking. It had never occurred to him that many girls found the rugged-wanderer look attractive, or that he- with his bright blue eyes, one-week beard and sandy blond hair tied back in a messy ponytail- pulled off that look very well.


    It wasn't as though he was looking for attention, either.


    He satisfied himself that the puppies weren't in any danger of falling off the seat or killing each other and sat back to look out the window and admire the scenery. The rocky Savoy countryside was beautiful, but he barely got a minute to admire it before he heard the door of the car slide open and the sound of brisk footsteps walking down the aisle.... and pausing right beside his seat. He looked up, saw that the footsteps belonged to a fellow backpacker, and then realised that this was her seat.


    "Oh- sorry," he said, turning slightly red, quickly gathering up the puppies in the jacket and placing the whole squirming bundle in his lap to free up the seat next to him.



    /// just jump in!

    Tracking for now! this seems fun! I'll wip up a post in a little bit!
    Sorry if this is a silly question! But I'm a little unsure of the plot? Is it simple two people traveling that end up together?

    Yep, that's pretty much the plot! I guess I forgot to mention it in the start but Adam is 22 and your character should be around the same age. They're just backpacking through Europe, looking for the meaning of life- and they find each other instead!

    //Cool! I hope this character and post is okay!


    'Girl, You need to get out there! Have some fun! Your only young once! ' Her sister had said, It'll be fun she said. Well Stevie wasn't having fun. This whole adventure had been decided by her elder half sister. The girl had Insisted that Stevie needed to get out there and see the world, That staying cooped up in her room wasn't healthy for her. Then she had gone ahead and bought Some train tickets and Stevie hadn't had the heart at the time to say she didn't want to go. She never had the heart to say when she didn't want to do something. So thus, She had packed up her bags. Preparing for the (Nightmare) Adventure ahead of her. Things had gone wrong from the start. She had over slept so had to rush off without breakfast. Only to forget her wallet, Causing her to have to go back home to get it. Then taking off again. She had reached the place, Only to fall flat on her face on the concrete. All while murmuring quietly about how her life sucked and how she was already ready to go home.



    It must have been certainly a seen when the hot mess had pushed her way inside. Barely in time! Her brown curly hair ruffled from not having been brushed, That would have taken too much time. Her clothes were hastily throne on, A pair of trousers and a shirt that was a bit too big for her. Such hiding most of her figure. Her chocolate eyes were stretched wide as if she was staring at a monster, Though they weren't pointed at anything in particular. Her backpack was slung safely over her shoulder, Matched with in her arms was a worn stuffed animal. That of a duck, With multiple stitches upon it from repairs it had needed. Which it might be needing more from the way the girl dug her nails lightly into it. As if holding onto something for dear life.



    She had only stilled for a moment as she had entered the car. Her gaze flickering along carefully. A brief feeling of relief bubbled in her chest at actually arrived. But it was still tight and uncomfortable as she strode along. You see, This young woman, Sol Stephanie Van as her full name was. Well, She was very anxious when it came to social interactions. A part of why she was on this trip. To get out of her comfort zone, For while Stevie was fine with family and in familiar places. Here she was alone and someplace she had never been before- The only thing that brought a little comfort to the anxiety that boiled in her chest was the little toy in her hands. With out it, Tears perhaps would have been at the brink of her eyes. Atleast she didn't have to speak to anyone during this. Just travel around. Make her sister happy, Then come home. She'd be fine.



    Her eyes were kept low as she strode along to the seat that was for her. Only to find it was swarmed with little puppies. Tiny tails wagging. Now, Stevie was a cat person. But the sight of puppies briefly caused a smile to pull upon her lips. Well, Wasn't that a nice surprise! She could play with puppies until she reached the stop! This moment of delight was quickly replaced with horror as a hand reached out to scoop the puppies up. Falling the hand up, She found her gaze locked with a man, Something that was uncomfortable enough.. But.. 'Oh no, He's hot!' Then he was speaking, Though it was a simple word. Stevie didn't like speaking. Not to hot people. She always said something stupid, She half wanted to go and jump out this train now before she could embarrass herself.



    Her thoughts on what to do or say, Perhaps made things a tad worse. For instead of moving. She just sort of stared at him. And while this was not in a aggressive way, Her face was relaxed. She had been told many times before that she had a natural er.. 'b*tch' resting face. which perhaps made it look like she was glaring at him or something. She eventually realizing she needed to say something, She managed a. "Mmmhmmm." Which probable made her look even worse. For it made it seem like she was saying he should be sorry. Something that really wasn't her intent at all!



    Silently she finally moved again, Pulling her gaze from his beautiful face. She sat down quietly in the seat next to him. Tucking her backpack silently between her legs. Stuffed animal still in her hands, Which was probable now being strangled by how tightly she clung to the thing. Her eyes flickering around. Had they started moving yet? Please say they had started moving. Alas as she looked at the window that shone some light into the car, She found no signs of such luck. She was struggling to keep her face from getting too red. She felt hot, Oh gosh, Could he tell she was Hot? She could briefly see her reflection in the window across from them, And boy did she look terrible. This guy was probable sitting there thinking what the heck. She knew it. She needed to save this. She needed to make this less awkward- Oh gosh she swore she brushed this guys arm when she put her hand on the armrest. So then she stated. "Could you move a bit away from me?!!" It came out louder and ruder then she intended, This was why Stevie didn't speak much. When she did, Her voice was ether too loud or too quiet. Really, The words came out just so much worse then she ment it.