United States (North America)

Jericho snapped his eyes open, staring at the clock next to him, it was still early, and when he had discussed his plans with the others, they said something about not having to get up early to pick them up... It was 10:30 AM.

"Is that too early?" Jericho muttered to himself slowly, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and slowly getting up from his comfortable matress. It was a nice sunny day, and it felt like it would be a beautiful day, Jericho could feel it in his gut. He let out a satisfied yawn escape his mouth as he slid on a pair of dark jeans and a Green lantern T-shirt. He noticed that he hadn't folded up his stuff from last night and rushed to clean up everrything that was in the space of Soiree's aisles. As soon as he was finished cleaning up Soiree, he collapsed onto one of the folding beds on the back of the bus and sighed, relieved, "Well. Now where did I put those keys...?" Jericho muttered as he searched his pockets, slowly panicking more and more as he couldn't find them before diving down under a bed and reaching for a chain, "Here we go!" he grinned and pulled out the jingling objects triumphantly. He rushed to the driver's seat of Soiree and continued to grin as the bus revved into action.

Now... Who to pick up first? Jericho thought as he pulled out a notebook containing a list of hotel addresses...

[temp. ooc: My gosh, that was a horrible first post, I'll edit it if need be.]

Miranda was lying in bed, her brown hair splayed in a all different directions on her silk red pillow. Her face was blank, as she was still emerged deeply in her dreams. She was wearing a pink tank top and striped pink and white pajama shorts. The soft cushion of her mattress provided ultimate comfort for her, and even though she was sleeping, she felt as if she was laying on a cloud. The soft jingle of her alarm clock woke her. She jolted awake quickly, rolling over sleepily and unlocking the alarm, before gently pressing the stop button. She looked at the time on her clock and groaned, 10:00. She supposed it wasn't that early, but she wanted to sleep. But she needed to get up.

She threw back her black satin sheets, and the puffy comforter to match, and threw her legs over the side of the bed. She said up and stretched her arms and legs, before sliding her small feet into her blue slippers. She reached on the nightstand for her soft yellow light, before flicking it on. She stood up off of her bed and walked to her bathroom, flicking on the bright light and squinting. She reached on the bathroom sink for her comb/brush, before pulling it through her long hair softly before it hung in a brown cloud on her shoulders and back. She rubbed her bright blue eyes before turning on the shower.

Miranda grabbed some clothes from her room before going back to the bathroom, setting them on the hamper and taking a quick shower. Once she was out, her hair was sticking to her neck in long strands. She quickly wrapped it up and dried it out, before turning on the blow dryer and combing through her hair. Once she was done, her hair was as soft as a cloud, literally. She then flicked on the crimper before she put lotion on and got dressed.

She then did her makeup in the mirror, before turning out the light and walking outside the bathroom. Miranda walked into the kitchen, and popped in two brown sugar poptarts, while grabbing her tan and black tie up wedges. Miranda heard the ding of the toaster and walked back, grabbing both poptarts and wrapping them in a napkin. She then grabbed her keys off of the counter, dropping them in her pocket, and taking a bite out of one of the poptarts. She walked out the front door of her simple house, turning and locking the door behind her, before going toward her garage. She pulled up the handle and pushed it to the top, before unlocking her Pacifica and opening the driver door. She sat in the soft seat before turning the key in the ignition.

Micah stared blankly at the ceiling of his small hotel room, waiting for the alarm to go off. He wasn't used to sleeping in a bed that wasn't his so he kept waking up every few hours. Eventually he gave up on the idea of sleep and just waited until it was time to get ready. He had left his parents behind the night before with a goodbye note, knowing that if he gave them a farewell in person they would just try to talk him out of going again. But he had made up his mind. He was gunna do something interesting for once in his life, parental approval or not. Besides he was 19, he could handle himself.

Finally the obnoxious sound of the alarm clock going off that he hated so much rang in his ears and he smacked the clock into silence. Time to get up. The boy rolled off the bed and had a good stretch before jumping into a quick shower. After that he dressed himself in a dark green tee and a pair of dark-wash jeans. He didn't have to do much with his mop of hair, it pretty much did itself with just a bit of hair product to smooth down the fly-aways. Done with his morning routine he looked around the room for the hundredth time, going over his mental checklist.

Big black drum set case: check. Suitcase full of clothes: check. Toiletries: check. Cellphone: check. Money: check. Backpack with his extra stuff: check. Laptop: in his backpack. He was good.

Micah glanced at the time, it was 10:15. He usually skipped breakfast, but he figured he should at least eat something since this was an important day. He pulled out a couple granola bars from his pack and went out to the balcony in front of his room, keeping a lookout for Jericho as he slowly ate his meal. The sun was out and the sky was clear. This would be a good day.

Jemima yawned and opened her eyes groggily before looking at the clock next to her. 10:00... She groaned and turned over, forgetting she was on the edge of the bed. There was a loud thump as her body hit the ground. "Oof!" Jemima grunted before grabbing the bed sheets and pulling herself back up. She rolled her eyes at herself and grabbed a towel to take a quick shower. Afterward drying off, she changed into a purple blouse and rainbow skirt. There was a spare knitting needle laying on the nightstand, so Jemima pulled her hair into a tight bun with it.

The hotel room had barely been touched, but Jemima did one more quick scan of the room. It would be horrible if she left anything behind. But all her clothes were packed and her music was stowed away as well, so she grabbed her bags and walked down to the lobby. The breakfast bar was still open, and the waffles looked enticing. A couple minutes later, Jemima was contentedly munching on one while absently staring out the window. Jericho should be coming around any minute now. He hadn't specified which hotel he would be coming to first, but it didn't hurt to at least be ready for him when he did show up.

Bursting sunlight woke Evania with a start, and she groaned as she peeled her face from the cold damp floor. "What time is it?" Gasping, she shot up and gathered the things scattered around the hanger . Rumagging through her pack, she found an old (and yet suprisingly reliable) wristwatch and cursed at the time. "Skata! It's already past 10:30?" She ran towards the foor, slipping on the smooth, moistened concrete and slamming her head against a forgotten slab. "Oipho." Holding her head so as not to pass out, she rushed down to the bus station, arriving just as the doors began to close. "No, no, no, no, no! No! No!" Evania watched as the bus drove away, cursing in Greek and wondering what to do. "I'll never make it in time." She had planned to meet with the driver at a designated pickup spot (a small diner downtown) due in part to the fact that, as far as she knew, no one knew that she was technically... technically a runaway. She intended to keep it that way, to start a new life without revealing anything about her past. But, at this point, there was little chance of making it to the diner in time anyways. "I'll be stuck in grimy, abandoned airport garages and old houses for the rest of my life. Well, you know what. There is no way in Hades I'm missing that truck." She shook her head, laughing nervously at the absurdity of her plan, and began the sprint downtown...

Evania collapsed on the nearest curb, closing her eyes as she lie back panting. "Holy..." She had made it! When she'd caught her breath, she checked her watch. It was 10:57, over ten minutes past her due date. She had missed it... hadn't she? "Oh, no. I think... I think I'll just wait. Hopelessly optimistic, but... maybe he's just late." And with that she sat at a booth and ordered a glass of water. Free, of course.

Beep!Beep!Beep!The shrill shreik of the alarm clock sounded makign the small boy in the bed groan and slap at it, knocking it to the floor. Fabian or Naty, as he perfered to be called, sat up and rubbed his tired chocolate brown eyes. Naty yawned and and looked at a little booklett on the bed side table. Breakfeast! Yum. He called down to the room service desk and order two waffles two bacon strips and two sausages with some coffee.

After he hung up he slid out of bed and walked over to the suit cases that he had opened and rummaged through them. A few seconds later he pulled out a white t-shirt with sushi on it, a pair of skinny jeans, some socks, his grey and white plaid high tops, and a beanie. He dressed quickly and then went to the bathroom to striaghten his reddish brown hair. Once he was down there was a knock on the door.'' Room Service.'' a soft voice said.

Naty ran to the door and opened it to see a girl wearing a vest, button down, and black slacks. ''Ohh! My food, smells yummy!'' He said smiling at her before grabbing all the food and sitting it on the table. he gobbled it down quickly and then drank his coffee. He ran back into the bathroom to finish his hair and then apply his ight eyeliner. He put his beanie on and then grabbed his bag of accessories. he pulled out two necklaces, a scarf, a handfull of jelly bracelets, and his glasses. he put it all on and then put on his jacket. he packed up all his bags and rolled them all down stairs. he checked out of his room and then walked out side.'' the bus should be here soon.'' Naty said looking at the clock on his phone.

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"Okay... So there's... Evania, Jemimah, Fabian, Micah, Jordan, and Miranda..." Jericho trailed off as he checked off names on a notepad, sitting casually in the drivers seat, his foot tapping to a local radio station that was bursting throughout the park from a monster boombox. He had to love those things, despite the unneeded volume, they were quite amusing to see just laying around making music and noise for all around them to hear.

He was in a park near the strip of hotels and restaurants that were made specifically for people that were visiting. "Shall I pick them up alphabetically? If so, last name or first name?" He muttered in response, and groaned, "All right then! Might as well just look at the areas." He shook his head at himself and pulled out a thin binder, holding laminated sheets of the addresses that Jericho would pick everyone up in.

"Evania's just a few... seconds down the street, everyone's past the diner at the corner... All right, Evania, Micah, Jemima, Jordan, aaaand Fabian. Humm, And then I'll see if there are any more stragglers that could make it with us. But first! I should get the beds and seats ready." Done with his speech, Jericho stood up abruptly and pulled out a few beds and mattresses, all covered in newly cleaned stark white bed spreads. He grinned, satisfied, and pulled out a few pillows for the couches that lined the bus, dodging the Island counters that took up the middle of the aisle. He then placed a few wax fruit bowls in the center of every few feet or so of counter. Jericho nodded, looking at his handiwork, and turned to the drivers seat.

Soon, a few moments later, he was parked in front of a diner and placed a laminated pass on the front window saying, American government parking approval. He smiled, thanking his mother silently for entering a government related job a few years back. "Is there an Evania here?" He called out when he entered the diner...

Taylor woke up to her iPhone blaring Bring Me The Horizon's Crucify Me. She jumped out of bed scared. "Holy shit that was loud," she said as she shut the alarm off. Looking at the time she gasped. "Oh Hell! I should have been awake ten minutes ago! Now I might now have time to do my hair right," complained Taylor. She rushed to the bathroom and shower. Once showered she got out and dried off. When she was all the way dry Taylor wrapped her self with her tape. "All better," she muttered before putting her
shirt on then her jacket her brother brought to her on their last trip together. Taylor slid into a pair of grey skinny jeans. After she was dressed she moved on to her hair. She got out her straighter and plugged it in. She turned it up all the way and started to blow dry her hair. When her hair was completely dry she straitened the ends and her bangs. Then she grabbed her hair spray and sprayed the part she just did. Then she sprayed a bit in the back and just ran her fingers every where to end up how she does her hair.

She grabbed her suitcases and ran downstairs. She checked-out and walked out to check if Jericho was out there. When she saw he wasn't she walked back in and saw they had a breakfast bar open. "Sweet," she thought to herself. She left her bags with the woman behind the counter and walked in. She made herself a few mini pancakes, a piece of turkey bacon, and a coffee. After she had her meal she sat down and watched Southpark on her phone while she ate and waited. Looking around she saw no windows to where she could see where he would pull up. She quickly texted him saying, "Hey it's Jordan. Text me when you get here. I'm inside waiting." She sent the text almost writing Taylor not Jordan. She went back to her show and food.

"Uh..." Jericho looked around until his eyes landed on a girl that was sitting in a booth alone, "You don't happen to be Evania, are you?" he slid into the opposite seat and smiled, ignoring her flinch. His smile widened as she nodded.

"What's your name?" Evania asked quietly as they both stood up, her taking a sip of her water and setting it on the counter for the waitress to take.
"It's Jericho, you can call me Jerri. I mean, it's the same thing I said yesterday, right?" He grinned and ushered Evania in. She took her seat in Soiree and the bus purred into life, the seats slowly vibrating.

"Okay, Micah's the next stop~" Jericho sang under his breath and started a U-turn to go to the hotel...

[Okay, I'm just going off what SilverProject said, I'll change it if needed. > . >]

As he was waiting for the bus Micah was leaning against the hotel balcony rail with his elbow to the rail and his head resting on his hand. The sun was warm but not hot on his skin and pretty soon he was dozing off, dreaming something about a blue monkey that wouldn't share its banana split.
The sound of the soiree rolling into the parking lot jerked him awake, almost causing him to fall over. Micah shook the sleepiness out of his head and threw Jericho a wave as he went to grab his bags. After lugging his drum set up to the second story the night before it was a relief to be carrying it downwards. When he finally got everything down and loaded into the bus he stepped into the passenger area and stared for a second, taking it all in. It was so huge! "Hey, nice ride," he greeted Jericho with a half-smile and sat down in the left side of the center row.
He looked over and saw a girl he hadn't noticed at first glance. She looked kinda shy by the way she held herself so he figured he should introduce himself first instead of waiting for the other person to do it like he usually did. "Hi, I'm Micah," he said, looking at her while shifting himself between his seat and the wall at an angle.

Jericho nodded towards Micah, "The benefits of being a stuck up rich kid." He grinned and chuckled as he stood up to grab a bag, "I'll put these up here~" He muttered and gently pushed the bag into the overhead shelves. "Uh, there are drinks over there," he pointed to the fridge in the back, "And feel free to walk around as I drive, though I cannot ensure your safety if you decide to do so." Jericho shrugged and pointed to the back again, "There's some space in the back for your drums if you want to put them there. careful for amps and violins." He nodded, and turned a sharp 180 to face the front, mentally thinking of who to pick up next, before being hugged by Miranda, "Oh, hi Miranda." he smiled and gave an awkward pat on the back as a hug and walked to the driver's seat as Miranda and Micah sat down, greeting Evania.

"All right, so... Jemima, Fabian, and Jordan are left to be picked up!" He stretched in his seat and started the bus towards the hotel that Jemima was at...

Miranda pulled up in front of the hotel, before stopping. A man came out to her car and opened the door for her, and Miranda said thank you. She gave him the keys and watched as he drove into the hotel parking garage. She looked up at the building and sighed, seeing how pretty it was. She wondered in the back of her mind if anyone had arrived yet, so she began to make her way toward the automatic doors when she saw Jericho and Micah. Her smile widened as she walked over to them.

"Hey guys!" She said, giving them both quick hugs. She then looked up and saw another girl there, one that she didn't recognize at first. But that didn't stop her from being friendly, nothing did.

"Hi, I'm Miranda." She said, taking the girls hand in her own and shaking it quickly.

Jemima yawned and threw the last of her waffle away before grabbing a magazine from one of the racks. It wasn't until it was opened that she realized it was the Gardening edition. She grimaced and put it back with a look of disgust. Gardening was such a pointless activity, at least to her. Jemima was about to take another when she happened to look out the window and see Jericho pull up. She grinned, picked up her bags, and walked outside to Jericho's bus. Jemima laughed lightly as she walked in. "Man, I need to get me one of these," She waved at everyone before setting her bags above and sitting in a random seat, still marveling at the size of the vehicle.

Taylor finished her breakfast and then got a text saying that Jericho was out front. She quickly grabbed her bags and bass and ran out side to hop in the van. She said hi to everyone before putting her bags away and finding a bed couch thing to sit on with her bass case, with bass in it, on her lap. She found on next to a girl (Jemima) and holding out her hand. "Hi, I'm Jordan. You are?" she asked smiling. Then she remembered she forgot to put her gauges in so she had 1/4" holes in her ears. "Oh ah one moment, please," she said before putting in a pair of simple black gauges. "All better. Now your name?" she asked again.

"You would assume correctly," she smiled dropping her hand and pulling her bass out and showing it to her.
"I also sing a little. What do you do, Jem?" she asked her hopping she wouldn't mind he nick name.
Taylor looked around at the bus noticed an apple. She picked it up and bite into it. When she did she realized it was just a wax ball painted like an apple. She made a face of discussed as she put it back, the side she bit facing inwards.
"Ugh that apple was so nasty. I wouldn't eat one if I were you," she chuckled at herself hopping Jem wouldn't find her a total idiot.

Jillie sat with her twin brother and sister at a table in the hotel they were staying at. She wore a neon green tank top and over that a cropped neon pink shirt that fell off one shoulder and reveal part of her tank. She wore dark washed shorts and bright pink converses with bright shoelaces. Her hair was in her usual high side ponytail, held with colorful ties and two bright head bands to hold her bangs up. They were playing BS, but it wasn't that fun only two other people. They also tried playing Tongues but that was an immediate fail. When they first started playing that morning that would each taking turns playing speed against one another, but that grew old quickly. Their mother was outside somewhere, calling the man that was supposed to be picking Jillie up. She knew she was going to have a fit; that's why she went outside.

"She's gonna be pissed if we came all the way over here and you got left," her brother, Michael, said as he shuffled the cards. She gave him a look.

Outside her mother called the man that was supposed to be picking up her daughter. When he answered she immediately started talking. "Mr. Jericho. Did you forget about my daughter? We flew all this way to leave our baby girl in your hands and I can tell you one thing is that my husband and I do not want an irresponsible stranger to be taking care of our daughter."

Jillie looked outside where her mom was talking. Her cheeks turned pink. They had all her luggage downstairs. Unfortunately they made her take her violin and this stupid portable piano that was apparently really expensive.

"If you don't come pick up my daughter right this second, you mister, are going to be paying me back every single dime I spent to take five people to America. Do you know how long we've traveling? How long we were on those planes? And not to mention, we had terrible room service. If you don't get my little princes right. now. you are going to be so sorry, buster. So sorry!" She walked back inside and Jillie gave her an exasperated look.

Now she was sure the kids on the bus were going to think that not only was her mom crazy, which she was, but that Jillie was some stuck up rich girl that got everything she wanted. Her mom was such a brat.

"Uh-- Er--- Ple-- Well no, I would never! I'llcomeimmediatelypleasestopbeingangry." Jericho came close to crying, he hated to be yelled at by women. He sighed, and looked back at the rest of the group,

"Well, I missed one, I knew we were missing someone." He dove for the drivers seat, easily reviving Soiree and ignoring ten of the driving rules, speeding off to the hotel that held Jillie, "Ah man, I'm kind of scared." He muttered quietly to himself as he turned a sharp left, "Sorry you guys!" he yelled as he parked in front of the hotel's main entrance, much to the surprise of an elderly doorman.

He made sure everyone was fine and ran out, "I'll be back soon!" He called as he ran through the already open door...

Taylor kept crying, but stopped after Natty came over and hugged her. She forgot she was playing a guy and her father had always told her brother that "Real men don't cry" she sniffled and put her head on his shoulder.
"This has to be weird for you," she said chuckling at how this must look from a third peron view.
She looked at her bass again and sighed as she wiped her tears.
"I'm sorry guys. It's just this was a gift from my ex girlfriend who moved away a few months ago. I miss her still, but I'm ready to go back out there no use crying over spilled milk right? I'll just get a new bass. After all it is just a piece of junk," she said still crying a little bit.

((Sorry if it is so short.))

There was a sloud screech outside and Jillie took one last bite out of her strawberry. Her parents weren't fans of "American food" but Jillie loved the taste of it. Right now she was eating strawberries with cream cheese fruit dip. It was fattening, she was sure, but it tasted amazing. Her identical twin sister, Jainie, took the food back from her.

"You're such a fattie, Jill!"

Jillie stood up and got her luggage. Her mother saw Jericho run in. He looked like he was about to cry. She had a French accent, just like everyone else. "That was great timing, Mr. Jericho. My baby girl better have the time of my life or I swear to God I will hunt you down so fast you'll won't see it coming." Jillie walked over and stood next to her mom, completely embarrassed. Her mother softened and kissed her youngest daughter and the cheek. "Oh, I'm going to miss you so much. Be a good girl, okay? Keep in touch, okay? Oh I'm so proud of you."

Jillie's dad came over and gave her a hug and kiss as well. He shook Jericho's hand and took his daughter's luggage outside. She said goodbye to her brother and sister and went to the bus. Her mother kissed her one more time and hugged her, reluctant to leave her. Jillie's father had to take her back in. Still embarrassed, Jillie climbed onto the bus and looked at everybody. She smiled gently and then found an empty seat.

She sat there quietly, trying not to seem too timid.

Taylor smiled and hugged him back. She saw him blush and it hit her.
"I think this boy maybe gay, she thought.
She shook the thought off and giggled when he petted her head. She looked up into his eyes and smiled. She remembered Jem was right there so she stood up still hugging Natty. She left go of him and pit the broken bass in the trash after she unplugged it. She put the cord back in the case and sat down next to Jem again and took her hand again ignoring the new girl.

((Taylor is A girl pretending to be a Guy so your character would see a guy not a girl.))

Jericho bowed to Jillie's parents awkwardly before rushing to follow her into the bus, "Note to self: If I ever do that again, make sure to make an attendance record or something." He sighed, shaking his head, standing in the middle aisle, and his gaze directly turned to the broken bass, "Oh God." He muttered and looked at Naty and Jordan, "That was my doing, wasn't it?! Agh, I'm not sure if this'll help but I'll pay for any bass you want, well, unless it's more than a million dollars, I think I can pay for it..." He trailed off, thinking of multiple things, but nodded turning to Jillie,

"Is your mom always like this? I'm kind of... Scared of her."he shrugged and sat down on the driver's seat, "Okay! We have one vote for staying in the Midwest, I vote going to the Northeast for New York and a shorter trip to Europe.

the other option is...
The West and Southwest going to Asia." He studied a map that he had flattened against the floor and sat staring at it,

"Any votes?"

Jillie paid no attention to the seemingly homosexual moment happening on the floor. She was getting something out her bag: one of her puzzles. She noticed a Korean boy give her a slight wave and she waved back happily, as he went to look back out the window. The man, Jericho, came back on the bus and started talking to her. She smiled sweetly and nodded her head to his question. She smiled back to the Jemima and then went to working on her puzzle. Everybody else seemed focused on something else, and she obviously was not need: what could she do? So she just sat there and entertained her.