Acrylic - Hiatus -

The Curtain Call

Pawns must be set in place in order for chess to begin, the actors must be ready to perform before the act may start.

A ragged train chugged along a worn down, beaten track that snaked through the rough, unsightly terrain. The sides of it were beaten slightly and it did have more than a few smudges of dirt along the grey exterior, it wasn't exactly a beacon of beauty, that's for sure. Many of the white plastic seats that lined the interior were cracked, and in those cracks were quite a bit of dirt, and the ones that weren't cracked, were most likely soon to meet the same fate either way. But, that was alright, the fighting had only just ended a small while ago, clearly things weren't going to be okay yet, right? Right.

Taking a look at the people who filled the seats, it was a rather odd assortment. But, that's just life; an odd assortment that gets grouped together into a mushy ball. The focus won't be on most people in the train, we'll just ignore the other grimmy people who might have interesting stories, we'll just be ignorant of them for the time being, they don't matter too much, after all. Most people, quite honestly, don't matter. Does that seem like an odd thing to say? Perhaps, though it be true, you most likely don't care about most people you pass on your course of life, so don't try to act like a pure being that 'would never' ignore another person, you filthy liar.

Anywho, back to the main point. Yes, upon two white plastic white chairs, the one closer to the dented wall was cracked right down the middle, were two children. The one sitting in the more broken chair, was a young lady of who had perhaps just entered teenhood, a flower in the course of bloomage. She had skin that one might describe as olive, lovely in such a natural state, a handful of freckles were sprinkled across her nose and upper cheeks, like a sesame bun. Her hair was the color of dirt, but not wet dirt, perhaps dirt that hadn't been given a sip of water in over a week or so, perhaps it could also be described as a sort of darker shade of mocha, or a cocoa bean, her skin was rather lovely to look upon, really. The eyes this young lady had were about as green as could be, sharp as a jagged blade and deep as a small swamp, quite lovely to look at. Next to her was a young male, who didn't look much older than she, and he didn't look very much, if at all, like her. His hair was the color of a starless sky, of the feather of a raven. His skin was as pale as a doll, colorless as though he had never been graced by the beauty of the sun. Lastly, his eyes were rather wide, the type of a small child might come to own in their youth of innocence, and were the color of light blue crystals that shone like waves in the sunlight.

Now, why would two little children be sitting in such a place? Quite mind boggling, really, considering where the train was going, a quick paced moving dirty coffin, that might be a better description of the vehicle. Where was it going? Well, in the words of the wiser; Hell. Many people on the train knew where the metal death machine was taking them, though if one were to perhaps anthropomorphize this vehicle, it would turn back around and save all the people inside. Hah, how amusing that would be.

Now then, as to why the young children were sitting upon those seats...well...

"Are we there yet, sister?" Came a small voice, soft in the way the fur of a lamb is, quiet as a butterfly in the spring breeze as it flaps its little wings. Where did the little voice come from? The young boy, as may or may not be expected. Ah, but why call the female beside him sister? Clearly, they nay be from the same mother, nor the same father either.

"No, Deviant, we are not there yet." The reply came forward, from the leaf eyed girl, who then glanced over at the boy, whom was apparently named Deviant. Her voice was strong, not hard as one might expect, though perhaps more like a mother, a mother who wanted to protect her children. She seemed to study his pale face for a moment, then narrowing her eyes for a couple of seconds, "You have something on your face, again." Before then wetting her thumb a bit and reaching forward, wiping at a small dust smudge on his left cheek, a tad bit under his eye.