Racing Dreams

Checking in Round Two

PHWEEEEEEEEEEEET

An obnoxious blow of a whistle shot through through everyone's ears, annihilating their auditory senses. Dirk had since managed to find a U-Haul, and everyone situated themselves inside, bringing along souvenirs from the ancient house and storing them in the back. Dirk was the designated driver and Jane with her headache had opted to sitting with him. Otherwise, Aranea was stuck in the back of a nearly pitch black van with fourteen other teenagers, all whining about the same thing. There was no location in mind other than to find another motel, preferably one that looked as though the owner couldn't give less a damn of who came in and went out.

"We will NOT have this discussion, this particular conversation in general is just COMPLETELY triggering. It's a shame, I didn't think I would have to even say anything, it's just that obvious. What was going through your mind Meenah?"

Aranea let out a silent sigh, Kankri was at it again.

"Listen Mouthy." Meenah began, she too looked tired of having to explain herself to the guy. "I don't give one single fuck about what triggers you okay?"

Kankri's jaw dropped at this before he opted to crossing his arms and letting out a huff.
"It's not about me, Meenah, but our peers. As a leader don't you think it's necessary to take the proper precautions in ensuring their mental and physical as well as emotional and social health remain in tact? Insinuating that Horuss dives into sexual fantasies with non-human entities is none of your business. So what if he happens to enjoy a hunch of bestiality? That isn't any of your business and the only accomplishment you've made is offending those who suffer with an abnormality directed towards romanticizing horses or other hoofed creatures of the likes. I am sure Horuss is feeling somewhat traumatized from this ordeal. He will likely sufferer from PTSD for the remainder of his life, scared to fit in to society due to your careless remarks."

Porrim stood up, balancing from the moving van's swaying disposition, and laid a hand on Kankri's red-sweatered shoulder.
"Kanny calm down, I'm sure Meenah didn't mean what she said in such a way that you are making it. And PTSD? Kankri Horuss isn't going to get that from Meenah making a comment about horses, you're being ridiculous."

Meenah snorted it. "Oh I did."

At this, Kankri's eyes popped, and Aranea was sure he was going to explode.

"Yeah guys, stop the fighting." Cronus interjected, pushing his hair from his face in an awkward manner, likely trying to not appear like a complete waste of space but failing completely.

"I agree with Cronus' statement." Kankri said. "Fighting is unnecessary Meenah, you should try to be more civil in our discussions, that way your inclination to derail me from significant topics may drop a few notches and otherwise assist in our contemporaries learning a thing or two. Now, I think it is only proper to lead a prayer-"

"I'm out." Meenah said, marching to the opposite side of the van and plopping down.

"Our Lord, and savior..."
Kankri began to lead a prayer, to which Aranea tuned out of, and surprisingly Meulin and Kurloz joined in. Porrim just sat there with her eyebrow raised at him, and Cronus was nodding his head as though he actually understood a lick of what Vantas was saying. The entire sight was wild, just some strange kid praying in a van with an abundance of other likewise strange kids who were also runaways, who were also looking for their missing siblings, who were also illegally checking into a motel via false ID. She decided to take a mental photo of this, being this wasn't that normal of an occurrence. Aranea turned around, hoping to talk to Meenah, when she nearly head collided into Damara. She didn't appear as... hurt, as she initially thought she'd look. Instead, she looked somewhat angry. Ignoring Aranea, Damara, with her cigarette in her mouth, took it out and stood behind Rufioh. The cigarette went from her hand to his hair, and within an instant, smoke shocked itself in a flame. Aranea's jaw dropped, had Meenah's attempts at creating a stronger version succeeded? Rufioh felt in his hair instantly, then let out a swear as he pulled his hand away, smacking the stick to the ground and feeling around his head to ensure it wasn't burnt off. He looked up at Damara, a sheepish grin plastered to his face. What on EARTH just happened? She didn't truly know what to say in response, other than the fact Rufioh was likely going to regret doing what he did.