Bottomless Booze (D6 Train}

A relieving isolation carries her towards the train, though business livens up the station. Somberness doesn’t sink into every pore upon her skin as she had thought it would to someone in her position, but perhaps her thoughts weren’t predicting how she’d react to it. Freedom consumes her in the likes she wasn’t expecting. Light hazel eyes peer down the tracks in the direction the train will soon be heading, then towards where it had came from. All too easily she could vanish beyond the tree line sitting just beyond the tracks. Her vision gazes towards the others around her.

Peacekeepers dotted the waiting dock like an overly colorful polka-dotted dress. Some of them she’s probably run into at parties, seeking the normalcy of civilization - even amongst the drunk and delirious. But though chains did not confine her, she wouldn’t make it past the shade of the overhang without getting stopped. A grin dots her lips despite, however, satisfied with the freedom she felt… the freedom she’d always have.

None of her siblings had come to wish her goodbye in the justice building, most likely because their oldest Brother wouldn’t let them. She digs into her pockets in search of anything left over from last night, caring more over that than their lack of a final visit. Curious fingers only brush over an empty shot bottle and her metal pack of cigarettes that rattles with the promise of a few cigs left. But damn it felt like someone even stole her lighter last night, though that can be of no surprise - hopefully she can steal one in return.

The heavy metal doors open with ease, a cool breeze coming from the train car she was directed towards. Greed consumes the place with lavish furniture and delectable treats, welcoming her to her new life - with no promise on how long that life will last. She wonders how her mini-me was currently doing, whether she was still fuming over not being able to say goodbye. Did her other sister, Bernadette, protest or agree with their Brother? She remembers Sammy clinging to her shirt last night, and hopes her disappearance won’t affect her as their father’s did. But with a grin of knowing she’d have to leave them eventually anyways, she boards the train with ease.

Immediately her feet guide her to the liquor cart before her eyes hardly settled on it, her fingers instantly pouring herself a glass of whichever - anything to bubbly up her mind. The others slowly begin to filter into the room, each littered with different features and expressions. “Anyone want a drink? I can make a killer mix.” She grins within her humorous tone, eyes scanning through the past winners and the kid who volunteered. This will certainly be an interesting mix at least.