The train was going to the fourth section; one of the poorer areas. The man in the beginning of his journey also told him to beware of poor and homeless people, who were admittedly a good portion because of… well… you know. The debt… the taxes… the rebellion, the crash of the people’s power…
( Yo you should either take out the Murder thing or put somethin bout Trigger)
(wut?)
( its saysmurder people might get triggered because of it like me i dont really lik it)
(What? No, Imurder for fun is the best thing ever! If you don’t like it, you can just ignore it.)
(Plus I don’t think anyone has gotten… upset about their user so…)
(XDDDD lemme address this actually. Emi, you can call me Jay or Jayce (like my character Jayson) if you want or if it gets too confusing)
(Oh swweet! Ya I’ll do that!)
(alright thanks. much appreciation! xD)
Matt keeps thinking about this, wondering if he'd meet anyone that he'd be able to call a friend. 'Cause he was walking to this with a blindfold on, with absolutely no clue if this was going to be a pleasant stay or not. After all, the place he came from hadn't treated him so well either, he looks down at his dirty clothes which made him seem like a poor person.
The train fell at a rickety stop at a rather rainy place. A few people got on, and voices issued angrily.
“I think I should have the right to get on!”
“No, madam, you’re soaking wet, as if you’d been out in this rain for days. You’re clearly homeless. Please, move along.”
“I’m not homeless! This damn train took forever to pull up!”
Matt curiously gets up from his seat to see what all the commotion was about, he sees the woman soaking wet, then looks around at the people who aren't letting her on "umm excuse me, why can't she get on? She's just a bit soaked from the rain." He says lowly but firmly at first but gets louder at the end there.
No one answered him except for a kind-faced attendant. “Go sit down, sir, we’ll be proceeding soon.”
“I’m afraid we can’t. Our seats for homeless folk aren’t open right now.”
“I’m not homeless! I just need to pick up food from the fourth quart! Please, I’m a second class citizen, I can prove it!”
Matt looked at the woman, wanting to do something but what could he do? It was clearly out of his reach to help her, surely?
(Heya, I gotta go, it's kinda late over here and my mom's done pissed at me 'cause I'm still not asleep XD So could we uh continue tomorrow??)
(Kay! Yep! Perfectly okay!)
(alright cooo thanks Cx)
(^-^)
(Heya I'm sorry I took a long time to respond lol, I had some issues to deal with at home, so I hope it's okay)
(Awww das perfectly okay! If you wanna talk I’m here.)
(haha, I'm good it's alright, it wasn't anything major just same old same old, I just kinda got mad at my mom for some dumb stuff but I let it go so I'm pretty chill now)
(Alright, if you say so. ^-^)
The woman glowered at the train attendant, even though she was clearly deflating. She looked rather close to tears at how frusturated she was.
“Please! I have my card with me, I can show you!” She tugged at her purse and grabbed out her wallet, showing the man an identification card.
“Hmmm…” The attendant looked convinced.
“Sir, what if it’s fake?” Called the same assistant who told Matt to go sit.
Matt looks at the whole situation and speaks up, not being able to take it anymore "Why would she make a fake? Can you run it through something so that you'll know it's the real deal?"
The attendant sighed and looked over at Matt. “Please, go sit. We’ll deal with this on our own.”
The woman pointed to Matt. “He’s right! Why would I use the money and time to make a fake! This is bullshit, and you know it is!”
“Ma’am, please, calm down.”
Matt sighs deeply and goes back to being quiet but silently agrees with the woman.
(puckers lips ah, smol reminder of my rules)
The attendant sighed, clearly not wanting to fight anymore. “Alright, you may get on.”
With a look of disapproval, the lithe, rather short woman climbed aboard. Her brown hair was dirty and slicked down by the rain, and it framed her skinny pale face and her overbright green eyes.
(ahhhh I'm sorry, was it the one about the punctuation?)
Matt smiles at her and nods. "Glad you could make it on board!" Matt looks at her overall appearance and saw why the attendant was reluctant to let her get on, but he still thought it was pretty unfair the way he had treated her.
(No, about the one liner.)
The woman hummed disengadgedly and plopped down in her seat. She shifted her purse and empty shopping bags on her legs, relaxing into the torn leather.
(damn it! I didn't know which one it was XD I'm sorry x.x)
Matt kinda uncomfortably slouches in his seat and goes back to looking outside. He couldn't wait to get off the train on his destination, the atmosphere was making him feel a bit…awkward.
(Das oki!)
The pair only knee to knee, yes one would admit it was cramped and awkward. Yet, suddenly, the woman stirred to her purse, pulling out a book. It was thick, worn and battered, but kept well in a red hardcover. On the large, rather worn spine it was a novel by Stephen King, an author well reknowned back thirty years ago, and was specifically 11/22/63.
Matt glances over at the woman and her book, he struggles so hard not to comment on it since she really didn't seem to be that interested in him. But then he fails in the end. "Hey umm you seem to like Stephen King if I can even make that assumption based off of the book you're reading-" He pauses. Not knowing where he's going with this. "Have you read any other books by him?" Matt tries so hard not to cringe at the fact that he's actually trying to do small talk, which he absolutely hates.