Lyo Sonon

"I'm gonna save my zone if it's the last thing I do."

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a character in “Nuclear Utopia”, as played by Monochrome


Layer One
Lyo (pronounced Leo), or Temi. Some people also call him Onel, Sono, Miss (Don't go there though. It's a lone, dusty road to being punched in the face) and Anon (taken from Onon in Sonon)
"Call me 'Miss' and you'll miss a few teeth. . . ."

"What does it matter anymore?"

"Obviously. W-wait, is it not obvious. . . . ?"

"Just two years until nobody loves me."

Well, nothing now. He was exiled. But before that, Lyo used to work in a small cafe to pass the time until he was called upon.
"Officially unemployed."

Layer Two
Eye Color:

Hair Style/Color:
Lyo's hair? Well, it's hard to say. The colour is obvious; it's a platinum blonde. It's shiny, like normal hair, but Lyo takes very good care of his hair, as he does for himself as a whole. But under light, it literally glows and reflects the sun like a mirror. Lyo usually keeps his hair quite neat and tidy, but his bedhead resembles the mane of a lion and he sometimes forgets to brush it, therefore leaving the house in a catlike-state.

5'4", 125. So yes, he is underweight but not by a ridiculous amount.
"H-hey! Don't just. . . . tell people things like that! It's personal, okay?"

Clothing Style:
Well, that's easy. Lyo usually wears jumpers, usually light colours, and black jeans along with a work shirt and maybe even a tie. He has this really cool coat, but he feels he's 'not cool enough for the coat'.
"That coat is bloody awesome! . . . . Ahem."

Best Physical Feature:
He has a pretty face.
"Ugh, 'pretty' makes me feel like a girl."

ImageLayer Three
Chemophobia- Fear of chemicals or working with chemicals.
Well, after almost being forced to drink a poisonous chemical, they ended up on his blacklist.
Coulrophobia- Fear of clowns.
It was a late evening when Lyo was five- I'll wrap this up, shall I? His brother dressed up as a clown and the small boy peed himself. End of story.
Hamartophobia- Fear of sinning.
It's not that big a fear. He was scared of sinning against his Zone, but that doesn't matter anymore and he got thrown out anyways.
Iatrophobia- Fear of going to the doctor or of doctors.
This will be explained in the history. Lyo is quite literally petrified of doctors and even if he were bleeding to death, he wouldn't consciously visit one.
Arachnophobia - Phobia of spiders
This is probably one of his biggest fears. Ever.
Agateophobia- Fear of insanity
Books have made him scared of this.
Trypanophobia- Fear of injections
Injections, and needles, scare the life out of him.
Kakorrhaphiophobia- Fear of failure
Growing up in a family where he was taught failure was wrong, he fears failure, or more precisely, being hated by his own mother.
"Stop it already. . . . I don't want to remember. . . . "

Guilty Pleasure:
Sweets, alcohol and burning ants under a magnifying glass aren't really his thing, but the last one comes pretty close. To be honest, he is a bit of a pyromaniac (even though he has to keep it under wraps, due to living in the zone and not being able to cause trouble, etcetera) and often keeps over five lighters in his possession so he can flick them when he's nervous about something.
"The world would look so much prettier in flames. . . . "

Biggest Pet Peeve:
Well, he doesn't like people who- scratch that. He generally doesn't like people. Lyo doesn't mind others, but it's when he gets so close to others that he feels the need to protect them - that's when he doesn't like it. Well, once he's in that close relationship, he doesn't mind, but the mere thought of caring about others gets on his nerves.
"Don't you just hate that responsibility?"

Future Ambitions:
Well, it was set in his mind to serve the Zone, and blah blah blah. But that all went to ruins and now his life is dedicated to reporting on his zone's misfortune.

Layer Four
Tea, cats, books, thunder/lightning, peace/quiet, people who stay quiet when he tells them to, his brother.

Mondays, rats, butterflies, sun, loud/noisy areas, loud/noisy people, people who continue talking after receiving the evils, blood.

Lyo has what his brother, rather nicely, describes as a 'social disadvantage'. His excuse for this is that people talk so goddamn much, he's given up on listening to their fruitless conversations. He's actually a right Dandere, not communicating with anyone he finds even remotely annoying but talking ridiculous amounts with his parents. Lyo's attitude is like ice, despite being a fiery person. He'll freeze up on you completely if you try and make conversation, but if you start naturally speaking to him like you've known each other forever, his front will melt and he'll listen.

When Lyonel listens, it's really obvious. If he finds the conversation interesting, his red eyes will gleam and he won't take his attention of the speaker, unless he is doing something else. Also, he has terrible multi-talking skills, having to stop when drinking or reading something, and will often completely stop what he's doing and pack that away to to something as simple as get a drink. When Lyo gets angry, he gets bloody raging angry. He'll literally do a heel-turn on his usually calm demeanour and switch on his annoyed-dinosaur-blazing-fire-which-could-break-meteors mode. It's really quite scary, since his eyes appear to take on a new shade of blue: ice blue. Oh, if looks could kill, this one would repeatedly stab you in the chest and then laugh at your body.

Normally, however, Lyo seems to have adopted not talking to people. It's something natural he can do, and he somehow has the ability to ward off even the most talkative of people. Plus, genki-girls, or just peppy people in general tend to really annoy the hell out of him. Like his name, Lyonel (quite literally pronounced lion-elle), Lyo has adapted the confidence of a lion. As his nickname is a shortened version of his name, it makes him seem more like a lion cub and actually is quite pure and innocent for someone who acts so snarky and rude most of the time. If someone walked up to him and said something suggestive or inappropriate, he would just stare at them blankly, and maybe he'll tilt his head.

The blonde boy can be quite obsessive over cleaning. Seriously, he carries around a small cleaning kit which he composed himself. However, this small OCD only takes over when the place he is living isn't clean. To be honest, he doesn't care much for any other rooms, other than the one he has to sleep in.

One thing you wouldn't expect out of this quiet, easily annoyed person, is that he can be remarkably kind without realising. He'll act on instinct without another word, and will almost never accept any words of thanks. Also, he doesn't have the ability to say 'no' to people who say 'please'. As long as they say that simple word, he will literally do anything. His brother keeps telling him only to say yes if he wants to, but Lyo just gets really confused.

Lyo tends to go to bed and wake up at the same time each day, 10:48 PM and 8:00 AM, unless something stirs him. And he rarely ever sleeps on his bed. He just falls asleep wherever, as long as he feels safe and he is in his room. Usually, people never go drinking with him, since he's the complete opposite to his normal self. His friends call it his 'night form', as if from a video game, where he'll be sharp and insulting, listing all his problems and blaming other people for it. His real 'Night Form' tends to be when someone wakes him from his slumber, where he'll be quiet and usually growl out his words, tired out of his mind. If his sleeping routine is altered in any way, he'll be snappy and grumpy for the whole day, but another night of sleep or a nap should solve that. He also has a habit of sticking out his tongue, even if the situation is completely wrong.

One of the reasons he doesn't speak to people is probably because he fears not being accepted by others around him. Though it's a secret hidden deep beneath layers and layers (and layers, like sedimentary-rock-layers) of denial and pride, Lyo actually cares what others think of him. He'll never admit it, not in a million years. He probably wouldn't even accept it secretly. Since a young age, and since a... certain tragedy, he has convinced himself not to trust others and not to listen unless he finds the conversation beneficial to his well being. In fact, Lyo tends to put across a lot of his emotions with silences. A happy silence deserves a smile, or he'll just stare at whoever deserves his silence and hope they'll work out what he'd trying to do.

Really, he's almost impossible to read, since he's an almost perfect liar, especially to people who don't know him.

"I think that was too much to say about one person." (And I think you should shut up). ". . . ."

Well, as I said, Lyo likes fire. A lot. So of course, his weapon would have to be fire related, right? Well, he has a katana. A blazing-burning-flaming-smegging-katana. I think the weapons section talks for itself, personally. As for skills; well, other than being a great swordsman, his singing voice is like a muse. Also, although others may not consider this a skill (Lyo does), he has the ability to completely zone out and stop listening to someone.
"That's going too far, don't you think?"

Layer Five
Love Interest:
There was a girl called Erynn, but. . . .
"Don't even go there."
They broke up. It was brutal.

"D-D-Don't just give out that information like it's free!"

Favorite Eye Color:
Any heterochromic colour, really or something bright and childlike.
"My eyes are an ocean. My breasts are also an ocean."

Favorite Hair Color:
Red, or something interesting. Even brown, as long as it's not mousy. Hell, even green.
"Stupid. . . . "

Layer SixImage
Reino Sonon- Older Brother, 28.
Ino has different hair from Lyo. His hair is a raven black and his eyes are a light gold. He treats Lyo like he's precious and spoils him. The two are incredibly close and Ino is the only person who Lyo acts normal around. In fact, he almost acts like a small child. He's Lyo's only family left.
"He's the only reason I'm going through with this. . . . I-I'll come back to him and I will save our zone."

Lyo was raised in a normal elite family. His brother was already at the top of his own class and he himself passed the test when he was two. Things were going well; when he was five, his mother was pregnant with a girl and his father had a great job in the government. All was well, all was good.

And then, on his sixth birthday, his parents suddenly disappeared. Neither he or Ino had any idea where they had gone, and though they were interviewed and interviewed about it, neither of them had a clue. They never had their elite status removed, and since his brother was thirteen, the city appointed a live in carer. The carer changed almost every other month and Lyo learnt not to trust them since his brother said they were just in it for the money. Which, he knew they were. Lyo had a big room, the second biggest in the house despite being so young, and actually decided to train his ignoring-skills.

He perfected them. Lyo ignored all the carers and didn't say a single word to them. Heck, he didn't even eat their food. And so, as soon as Iso turned eighteen, they stopped the whole 'carer' thing and the two simply lived in the city as child elites. They were never teased for not having parents, but what was weird was that people were pretending their parents were never alive in the first place. Lyo would ask other people if they knew where his parents were and he would hear people asking who they were or if they even lived in the Zone. Until finally, one person told him they got thrown Outside.

Only a few days later, Iso and Lyo were called in. Apparently, they had found their parents; dead. They both smiled perfect smiles in their coffins. But no, they knew it was a lie. Their parents had said that if they smiled in death, it was all one big lie. So they acted stoic about it and attended the funeral without shedding a tear. Funnily enough, the people who "didn't know" who they were had turned up and Lyo had smiled at them. He'd gone up to every single one of them, before saying "You remember now?", making a slicing motion at his throat with one finger.

And yet, he still served the city. He'd had it printed into his mind from a young age that he had to serve the city, and so he did. When he was eighteen, he got his first job and everything was fine; his brother was kind and a great cook, yet he still remained an outcast. He even became an Inferior, while keeping his old job. And then finally, when he was twenty-one, he noticed the government had taken a turn for the, well, stupid. People were running amok and doing the weirdest things, and one day - since he was worried as he wasn't called in for a while - he went to check on the Superior. But no, the Superior wasn't there and some random person was there. He secretly scanned him with his PDA, before realising he didn't even belong to the city.

An Outsider? As the Superior?

But he was found, and though he fought all the way to the gate, he was exiled. The last thing he saw of the city was his brother racing down the street, only to be caught by some Inferiors, and he decided at that point that he had to tell another Zone so they could save his.
"That. . . . doesn't matter now, right. . . . ?

He just so happened to be wearing his awesome coat when he was exiled, since he felt daring. He's glad he did however.

So begins...

Lyo Sonon's Story


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Character Portrait: Lyo Sonon Character Portrait: Cecil "Panda" Ira

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The light in the sky was dimming more than usual, making the dirt in the air look thicker than it really was. Panda heard stories that at one point a long, long time ago, the light in the sky, the Sun, used to be really beautiful before it. He was told that it used to turn the whole sky orange and pink and red and that people would stop what they were doing to stare. But he'd been told plenty of stories about how things were before and, like with most of those, he didn't believe it was the truth. How would they know anyway? Just because that's what their old, senile grandmother told them? Nowadays, the sun went from a dull orangey-brown to darkness. There was no brilliant hue of colors in between. There was no reason to stop and stare in wonder. It was bland and ugly, just like everything else out here in the wasteland.

He was passing by the ruins of a small city, wondering why he hadn't come across any people yet. Usually, these ruins were where most Families or Gangs made their bases if they weren't the travelings types, but this was as close to a ghost town as anything. Panda considered taking a break, but he knew if he stopped here now, he wouldn't get up again for the rest of the night. He only woke up a few hours ago anyway, so he figured he might as well continue on for the rest of the night. He liked traveling at night better anyway. He was afraid of getting sunburnt during the day. Ugh. Those sucked.

There was a revving sound in the distance that brought him to a standstill. The sound was familiar, but vaguely. It was very rare to find anyone in the Outside smart enough and lucky enough to figure out how to fix up one of those...what were they called? Jeeps? Most of the vehicles out here were unusable or broken beyond comprehension, but some people came across those that could still be fixed. The issue was knowing how to even fix one. It wasn't like they had schooled out here or any way of learning mechanical skills. Those people were rare and far and few in between. Panda had never met one before, but he'd seen one working on a vehicle once when he was making his way carefully around a Gang base. He saw the guy fix the Jeep up--that's definitely what those guys had called that thing, what a weird name--and then he hopped in and took off! It was the coolest thing ever. It was just like a smaller version of one of those train things that took the Insiders back and fourth from the Zones. Panda always wanted to ride one of those, but even if he somehow managed to catch up to one, he'd never be able to sneak aboard without getting caught. It wasn't like he could just walk inside and sit down. Insiders were so much...cleaner. Snobs.

Speaking of trains, he was near one of the tracks, wasn't he? Looking up, Panda could see a distinct set of tracks in the distance, just past the edge of this ghost town. Maybe if he was lucky, he could see one passing by. Not that it matters or anything. With an exaggerated sigh, Panda made his way straight to the tracks anyway, staring down at them and looking both ways. He could tell that whoever was having a field day with that jeep was somewhere close. Maybe they were a good guy? Or maybe it was some stupid tool having fun. Whatever. Who cares. Rolling his eyes, Panda adjusted the bag on his back and started following the tracks, looking around him every couple of seconds as the sun set further in the sky.

Only five minutes later, he found himself stopping again. The revving sound was still around the area somewhere just out of his field of vision, but that's not what he heard this time. This time, he was sure it was something bigger. The very idea of seeing a train nearly made him laugh out loud in excitement--nearly, but not exactly. Panda continued his less than enthusiastic expression as he stepped away from the tracks, following them as the sound got louder. The trains were usually pretty quiet. The most of the noise came from the tracks shaking against the weight. He was sure he could see it just in the distance, getting closer and closer, until...nothing. Panda squinted as he walked. The train wasn't getting any closer and, as he walked towards it, he realized it wasn't going anywhere at all. It was stopped right there in the middle of the tracks. Just sitting there. Right next to it was the vehicle he heard earlier, but there was nobody on it. It looked small in comparison to the large train and Panda doubted anymore than four, maybe five, people could even fit on it. Was he witnessing a gang attack? Crap. Crap. Oh he was so screwed.

Mildly panicking because he wanted absolutely nothing to do with this fiasco, Panda quickly looked back and fourth, sighing in relief only when he spotted someone nearby. The guy didn't look like he was any member of a gang. Maybe he was a lookout? Nervous, Panda carefully walked up to him, his only weapon dragging lightly on the ground as he walked. When he got close enough, he lifted the pipe up to point and get the guy's attention. "Hey. You. Blondie. Uhm." What was he going to say again? Did he even have a plan going into this? Oh! Yes, yes he did. That's right. "Are you...part of this?" This guy looks really clean. What's with his outfit? "I-I mean, this train. Is this an attack? Are you a Gang? I need to know! I don't want your idiot members attacking me, okay?" Yeah, that's right Panda, sound tough. If you sound tough, then maybe he'll tell his guys to leave you out of it because there's no way you can put distance between you and this train issue by then.

The train behind him rocked slightly, making Panda eye it suspiciously before turning back to the kid with the too-clean complexion. "You...are you even...supposed to be here?" Don't have a conversation, idiot! The train rocked again, but Panda couldn't tell whether or not it was from something bigger or if the people inside it were panicking. There weren't any windows. Someone once told him it was because the Insiders didn't want to see what the Outside looked like. The thought almost made Panda want them to get attacked, but these situations, although a little rare, were usually...messy and disastrous from what he'd been told. Why did this happen today of all days?! Right now? Why did he even need to see the stupid train?! Come on, weirdo! Talk already! If you kill me, I will be so mad.


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Character Portrait: Lyo Sonon Character Portrait: Cecil "Panda" Ira

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So that was it. Lyo had been completely and utterly thrown out, and there was no getting back in. He kept looking back in the direction he had walked from, yet he told himself every time that he had to keep moving. Is this what the Outside looks like? It. . . . looked worse on the television. But he still took out his lighter and flicked it nervously, staring at the small flame as he walked. Was that a train in the distance? Who cared, that's not what he needed. Or maybe it was? He could hijack the train, like that Outsider said he had, but no. There was no getting back in, so he had to work with whatever he had outside of the Zone.

Lyo looked in the direction of the train. Was he even near a train track? He looked at the ground. Oh, so he was on a train track. Interesting. It would look so much prettier on fire. he thought glumly, sighing. Well, everything does. Doesn't it? The sun was setting, he noticed, and he stopped to stare at it, before deciding that maybe he should get off the train track. He saw it pass by him and he turned back to look, only to see it had stopped about twenty meters away from him. Why? Oh god, how that one word was racing through his head as he stared at it, not moving a foot. What was going on anyway? His curiosity got the better of him as he stepped towards it slowly, before stopping. This is the Outside. Not everything is safe so I should stop acting naive. he thought, taking his lighter from his pocket and flicking it again.

What the. . . . ? A pipe? His hand instantly found his katana at his side, closed around it. "Hey. You. Blondie. Uhm." He stared back at him, waiting for the sentence to finish. Or actually, start. "Are you...part of this?" Lyo eyed him carefully. Part of what? This kid was taller than him, yet he could tell he was younger. What was with the panda eyes anyways? Insomnia? "I-I mean, this train. Is this an attack? Are you a Gang? I need to know! I don't want your idiot members attacking me, okay?" Right. Train. Gang. Wait, gang?

"You...are you even...supposed to be here?" A few seconds passed while Lyo simply stared at the boy. He stuffed his lighter into his coat pocket, hearing the soft clang of it hitting the pile already stashed down there.

He ran his hand through his hair, looking back in the direction of the city. "Yes. No. . . . I do not know." Lyo said, before looking confused. "Yes." Well, that was his final answer. How nice; he'd already screwed up with the first Outsider he met. Well, there was an Outsider a while back who'd told him that he was pretty and that he should come over for a 'chat', which he didn't understand what was implied and simply carried on walking. But right now, he needed food, or something edible at the very least. "I don't know what this", he gestured to the train, "is in all honesty, but if it's an attack, shouldn't you be running? Pipes can't do much, kid." he said, sighing and taking out his lighter again. He flicked it casually, before glancing at the train. The train rocked once more and he stared, before hearing a scream. Young girl, under ten. Should he help? He had to get on with whatever he was doing, but he should help, right? What if it was an Insider of his Zone? Well, it could just have been some Outsider who hijacked the train, but he still felt obliged to help either way.

Well, sure, he was exiled from the stupid Zone anyway and it would be hard getting into the next, but he had to tell the other Zones. It was his obligation as a citizen of the Zone and as an Inferior. It was nearing dark now, yet he simply took a quick look at the kid, mostly to make sure he wasn't been whacked over the head with a pipe, but he suddenly had a realisation. Trains have food. His hand closed around his katana and it set itself on fire, though invisible which in the fire-proof sheath. "Are you going to help. . . . or are you just going to ask questions?" Lyo glanced at him.


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Character Portrait: Lyo Sonon Character Portrait: Cecil "Panda" Ira

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There was something off about this guy that Panda found it hard to put his finger on. He barely listened to what the guy even had to say, standing with his hip slightly jutted, eyes squinted, free hand lifted up to his chin. The guy was so...clean. Who in the world bothered being that clean out here? How did he even manage it? Those clothes looked like they were almost brand new and his hair seemed like it was actually soft and silky and not oily and gross. Panda frowned. What a priss. It didn't take long for him to decide that he didn't like this guy. His entire opinion was formed by the time the guy finally decided to speak. "Yes. No. . . . I do not know." The blond Adonis seemed confused. "Yes." What an answer. So informative and detailed, Panda felt nearly blown away by his range of information. Now he knew everything going on and could happily go on his way without a single worry of being attacked. Good guy. Smart guy. As if! What a moron!

"I don't know what this is in all honesty, but if it's an attack, shouldn't you be running? Pipes can't do much, kid." Oh, so now he suddenly had the gull to insult his weapon of choice? What the heck else was he supposed to use? It wasn't like there was an AK47 just chilling out on the ground anywhere! People were lucky to find one that worked, nonetheless one that someone else hadn't already found and tried aiming at your head. And where exactly was his weapon, huh? That dumb ligh--oh wait, he saw it now. The sheath, probably holding a sword. A nice sword. How did he get so lucky? Ugh. "Are you going to help. . . . or are you just going to ask questions?"

Help with what..? Panda blinked, not flinching at the sounds of surprised screams behind him. He knew that the Insiders traveling on the train probably wouldn't make it out of that train alive and those who did wouldn't last very long living in the Outside. They didn't have a single clue what it was like to go from the lap of luxury to gloom and doom. Panda didn't have a lick of sympathy for them. Good riddance. They got to have however many years of their lives having it good and now their lives were cut short. It was only fair. Probably. Before he could answer, he saw a few people past the guy, watching them near the train from a short distance away. There seemed to be a few of them, maybe a Family...or a Gang. Were those gas masks? Oh great, oh great. Maybe they were with the Gang inside the train? Or another Gang wanting their piece of the ordeal. Great. They were so screwed.

He hesitated before answering. "I'm not helping anybody. You sound like some goodygoody vigilan...lawn...vigitay..." Panda paused, tripping over his own tongue. Screw it. "Whatever. There's no way I'm getting on that--" He stopped at the sudden, loud growling erupting from his stomach, turning his cheeks red in embarrassment. He sighed in exaggerated frustration, glaring at the guy as if this was all his fault. Okay. Okay. There would be food on that train. They had meal carts or whatever they were called, right? Yeah, for sure. Plus snacks and stuff. Insider privileges. And he couldn't tell when the next time he'd be able to eat would be.. Great, just great. Okay, fine. This guy. This guy. He would be able to get this guy to help him out if he went along with what he wanted, right? And the guy seemed like he wanted on the train anyway. So. Okay. He could do that. He wasn't going to be very enthusiastic about it, though.

"Alright fine, Blondie, I'll help you do whatever on the train as long as you can get me food. Deal?" He nodded to himself, looking the guy over again. He was just so...sparkly, like something out of one of those old magazines he found lying around before. Fake. Like an Insider. Yeah! Yeah, that was exactly it! He looked like an Insider. But if he wanted on the train, he obviously wasn't. Right? Well, whatever. He had a sword and he looked like he could use it. With another overdramatic sigh, Panda turned to look at the train, looking both ways and motioning for the guy to follow him over to an open emergency exit door (he almost laughed at the irony of it being used for people to get in rather than people leaving for safety). He wanted to get inside before that group got any closer and, now that he was paying attention, he noticed the train managed to catch the attention of some others, a couple of girls from what he could tell. They seemed harmless, but more people just meant more inconvenience. "Come on, you first, Sparkles." He wasn't sure which nickname he liked most.


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Character Portrait: Lyo Sonon Character Portrait: Cecil "Panda" Ira Character Portrait: Cremisi Neve Character Portrait: Ketsa Fillador

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[Cremisi Neve]
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Something of a rather light squeak slipped from Cremisi, as it was she hit the ground flat and hard. Gravity . . . it just wasn’t her friend, was it? What exactly had made her fall, or if there even had been anything to make her do so, the girl had absolutely no idea of what it could’ve been. Although, in her conscious memory, or in other words, the last year, Cremisi could remember this having happened to her a lot. . . . Seemed she had a natural knack for falling flat on her face like this, it wasn’t at all anything new. Cremisi remained lying there; face against the ground as the rest of her was rather splayed out, appearing as if she were a ragdoll a child had discarded on the ground at random.

A shudder ran through her small body as a tiny groan slipped from her throat. Even if falling like this was something she was unfortunately familiar with, that did not mean that the pain was at all lessened.

Wasn’t she supposed to be jumping aboard that stopped train nearby . . . ? Right, weird rumbling noise, then a scream, trouble, I think there was trouble. her thoughts connected together as she squeezed her eyes shut, raising her head up and off the dirt below, shaking it back and forth a bit to try to recompose herself and her already screwed up thought pattern. Her arms moved into supporting her as she raised her neck and chest up a bit, her weight held up by her toothpick-like forearms.

Her face was dirtied now, smudged and dusted with dirt, as was her hair. Blinking a few times, her vision coming to return to normal as before, Cremisi’s line of sight found its way onto the train. I don’t know what’s going on, but the scream I heard, I still need to try to sort it out. Because, everything will turn out all right. she assured herself, a look of honest and innocent determination surfacing over her features. Before it was that she could make a move to get back to her feet on her own though, a set of approaching footsteps hit her ears, causing Cremisi to remain where she lay, the determined look upon her face leaving as it was replaced by one of curiosity. Hmm, who . . . ? Cremisi blinked a few times the footsteps came to halt right before her.

The silhouette of a person came to loom above her, blotting out what little light was still being given by the sun. Crem stared up at the shadowed figure for a moment, before it was that they choose to speak to her, as a hand was extended out to her, “Need help? Do you want to see what’s in the train together?” The voice was clearly female, and the fact she was offering assistance to her made Cremisi have a rather questioning expression upon her face for a moment before it was she suddenly gave the stranger a warm and rather grateful smile. Though it was most people would show nothing but suspicion to a stranger, even to one who was offering help, Cremisi felt no such reason to do that, the notion of being leery of everyone and thing was not something with which she was accustomed. People were always just people to her, and she never felt the need to think of anyone as bad, and this unknown person was no exception to that.

She was offering her help, even though she could’ve just gone and boarded the train without giving Cremisi a passing glance. . . .
With something of a happy sound slipping from Cremisi’s closed lips, the girl’s smile got warmer as it was she reach her own hand out and took hold of the girl’s outstretched one. “Thank you very much for the help, I gotta say, it gets old having to always pick myself up without anyone around to offer some aid.” she prattled out, voice seeming a bit nervous as she took the aid offered to her by this stranger to get back to her feet. A sigh slipped from her as she drew her hand back to herself, but her smile remained until she looked at the girl, and for a moment it vanished, Cremisi hadn’t realized she had to look so far up to address this person when she’d been on the ground. Ooh, wow, she’s tall.

The smile came back at a moment’s notice though, “Um, yeah, I’d like to see what’s on the train with you if you don’t mind my company, I sort of was nervous about trying to get into it on my own.” Cremisi took a couple of steps ahead, thankful for the fact that she seemed to have gained the possibly temporary companionship of a seemingly friendly girl. She stopped though, blinking a few times, seeming to have remembered something. “Oh, yeah, my name’s Cremisi by the by.”

It was at this point that the girl’s vision wound up settling upon two other figures/people that were standing at a further distance than herself and this tall girl from the train. I wonder if they’re going to be trying to get on as well? The thought that they might be dangerous or even a part of the trouble aboard the train never crossed through that air-filled head of hers. Tilting herself to the side, not even thinking about it, her right arm went as high as it could in the air,, the gauze wrapped around her hand and forearm visible for all to see while it was she waved it back and forth like a madwoman, Cremisi cupped her left hand around her mouth as it was she took to shouting, “Heeeeeey!! Are you two going aboard this thing too?!”

A couple of seconds after she shouted . . . there were muffled voices coming from the train, ones of alarm it seemed. Although she couldn’t make out what was being yelled about, Cremisi found her attention drawn back to the thing, and she simply tilted her head to the side innocently, not realizing that she had probably just made a huge, idiotic mistake.


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Character Portrait: Lyo Sonon Character Portrait: Cecil "Panda" Ira Character Portrait: Cremisi Neve Character Portrait: Ketsa Fillador

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"I'm not helping anybody. You sound like some goodygoody vigilan...lawn...vigitay..." Did this boy mean. . . . Vigilant? Lawn? Lyo wasn't sure how he was going to insult him, but he didn't get too far into his thoughts "Whatever. There's no way I'm getting on that--" Lyo almost giggled at the noise coming from the other boy's stomach; he was instantly glared at and he straightened up suddenly, going silent as a mouse. Was it his fault that this guy's stomach was rumbling?

Woah, is it? That would be weird, since I'd have to. . . . control his stomach and tell it to rumble, but how would I do that? Lyo blinked at the boy softly. He still didn't know his name, but judging from earlier conversation, his nickname was. . . . Blondie. Was it weird for someone to be blonde around here? Then again, his hair was just weirdly light and everyone Inside just had brown hair, or black hair. Everyone Inside was the epitome of normality, and he'd always thought it was weird, yet strived to be like them even without parents. And he was doing pretty well, until the Zone got hijacked. Then, he had to go and test the waters, only to find the waters just so happened to be the ocean and that ocean just so happened to have a giant tsunami racing across it. Well, at least those Outsiders had taken care when they beat him up before throwing him out; they minded his face as he asked very politely and he was able to cover up his bruises anyway.

Lyo was suddenly attentive when the boy started talking to him again. "Alright fine, Blondie, I'll help you do whatever on the train as long as you can get me food. Deal?" The blonde boy looked at him, running a hand through his hair. He nodded slowly; they were both hungry so why not help each other in the quest for food? Well, he was a bit hesitant since he'd been given a stupid nicknames, but the next name just confused the hell out of him. "Come on, you first, Sparkles." Sparkles? Sparkles? My new name is. . . . Sparkles? Where did that one come from, I wonder? I understand Blondie, even Ino called me that, but. . . . Lyo thought, looking at the emergency exit. He sighed, before glancing at the kid.

"My name is Lyonel. You can call me Lyo, and I'd rather you don't call me anything else. Like Blondie. Or Sparkles." Lyo sighed, looking around. Was it his imagination, or could he feel like they weren't alone? He spotted two girls and sighed. Nope, there were more people. There were more people and he wasn't sure if they were part of the same gang that Panda-Eyes was talking about. He stared at the two and saw no real danger.

The shorter of the two, a brunette (Looks like an Insider. . . .) rose her hand into the air and waved quickly. Surely, she couldn't be part of a gang if she was attracting attention to herself. “Heeeeeey!! Are you two going aboard this thing too?!” Lyo actually hit his forehead with the palm of his hand, a giant sigh escaping his lungs. The people on the train, whoever they were, were making shocked noises. Obviously a reaction to the girl's shout. He sighed once more and nodded his head at the girl, not wanting to create any more noise. Lyo solemnly hoped she had not taken his nod as an invitation to follow them. He looked at Panda-Eyes.

"Well, we'd better go on before they scarper with all the food." he said softly, his eyes constantly checking the train. His katana was slowly withdrawn from it's shaft as he stepped onto the train slowly. Usually, for a rather short male, he should never have been able to get up, but somehow, he did it. The flames enveloped it and Lyo spent a good ten seconds staring at them. Sadly though, he had to flick the switch to ensure the flames weren't on and he just had a normal sword. The boy looked absolutely devastated.

Looking back at Panda-Eyes, he flicked his head in an indication to get on the train. "Hurry up." he whispered, before popping his head around the corner. There did seem to be a gang, though they mostly looked like knuckleheads. He sighed once more, before taking a lighter out with his free hand and flicking it carefully. The gang stared at him as they were creeping out through the door on the opposite side of the train. The tallest guy locked eyes with Lyo and started strutting down the gap between the seats; he stopped suddenly, however, when the katana was held up and almost impaled him as he walked. The man seemed to chuckle and Lyo took a moment to glance around at the people on the floor. The children seemed fine, maybe somewhat shaken, but the adults were the ones who were injured. Well, they could wait until the next train passed through or something. The man at the end of his sword seemed bored of the katana and grabbed it with his hand, only for Lyo to flick the switch and let the flames ignite quickly.

The man looked at him with total shock in his eyes, letting go of the sword quickly. Lyo flicked the switch back off and held it casually by his side. "W-where d'you even get that?" The Outsider asked, and Lyo shrugged.

"I modified it myself." he lied, before pointing the sword up again. "I suggest you leave. Panda-Eyes, go get supplies for two please." Lyo said walking slowly towards the man who refused to move. Death glares were shooting off between the two as Lyo kept at a safe distance while pressing his sword against the guy's neck, before suddenly kneeling down to one of the adults. The child had been sobbing and was probably the one who screamed, since she was the only younger girl there. He looked at her father - he assumed it was her father - and looked at the man. He waved a hand in front of his eyes, seeing her assumed-father look at his hand. He smiled softly, before speaking in a small voice. "Keep your eyes open. He doesn't seem injured, just shocked and stressed. Keep him awake." he said to the small girl and she nodded, before he stood.


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Character Portrait: Lyo Sonon Character Portrait: Cecil "Panda" Ira Character Portrait: Luca Avery

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Luca Avery

There were people inside that train. It wasn’t empty. Even from a few hundred yards away he could hear them. He could smell their blood. It saddened him, but it made him drool at the same time. “We should get in and get out.” He stated blandly, his eyes focused on what was ahead and nothing else. He wanted that blood, he wanted to taste it, to roll it across his lips, let it paint his teeth red.

“Knock it off Luca, you’re being creepy again.” Drej pointed out and blinking a few times, Luca managed to wipe the predatory grin off his face, though the fire never left his eyes.

They traveled a bit farther and when Render gave him the go ahead, Luca was off like a bullet, though much stealthier than that. Within minutes he was at the trains entrance, or one of them. It was dented badly, but he could smell the blood, oh he could just taste it, that’s how strong it was. Got it was delicious. His hands had just barely touched the cool metal when a loud growl sounded. Tearing his eyes away from the train, Luca spotted a young boy; purple hair, purple eyes, bags under his eyes. Common Outsider. But next to him. The blond, he was beautiful. Luca wanted to say something, to say anything, but blood lust clouded his judgment. If he tried to talk now, he knew it would come out deranged and he would scare the younger. Not that drinking blood and sucking on their flesh did much for his love life either. Turning his head back around, Luca managed to flash the two bystanders a weak smile and he pulled the doors open.

People’s screams, cries, whimpers, shouts, assaulted his ears and unlike many who would feel sympathy, he felt joy about it. These people were dying. They were bleeding, injured. They could care less if their blood was going to be tasted, if their flesh was going to be ripped out and chew on before spat out. Luca himself wasn’t a huge fan of eating human flesh, but the beast that was inside of him enjoyed the taste and so he chewed on them, usually the thighs or arms, to please him. Rustling caught his attention and his eyes fell upon a pretty young women, her eyes terrified as she gazed upon him. Oh well, she was going to die one way or another.

“W-what…who are you?” she asked weakly.

Luca smiled and knelt down beside her, gently picking up her arm and kissing the back of her hand, “Your Savior.” He slowly turned her hand palm side up and trailed kisses from her fingertips to the insider of her wrist. A shuddering whimper came from the delusional women just as Luca bit the flesh, hearing it break with a satisfying snap before warm blood pooled into his mouth. The lady screamed hoarsely and behind him Luca could feel the presence of his family. Most likely they were going to grab food, or steal items off the Insiders. Maybe even kill them. Render hated them more than anyone he knew. Thought of them to be worthless scum, living the hugest lie of his life. Luca didn’t agree completely, but he kept that to himself. Humming to himself, Luca dropped the now dead lady’s arm and stood up. She had tasted like alcohol and something sugary. A pretty good pick. Licking his lips, Luca looked around the train and found the blond near him. Narrowing his eyes, Luca gave him a once over. He wasn’t an Outsider. He wasn’t as jaded, as rough. He looked too clean and smelled of sweet-blood. His weapon was too nice to be from the Outside.

He took a step toward the pretty-boy and to sate his hunger a little longer, bit the bit of flesh between his thumb and forefinger, sucking on it while he moved closer, “You’re not dead, or injured.” He started off, “Who are you, and why aren't you on the Inside where you belong?”


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Character Portrait: Lyo Sonon Character Portrait: Cecil "Panda" Ira Character Portrait: Luca Avery Character Portrait: Cremisi Neve Character Portrait: Ketsa Fillador

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She kept her eyes upon the stilled train, head still tilted to the side while she herself were unsure of what exactly was going on, and yet still not realizing that she might’ve just made a mistake in calling out to anyone at all. The two she’d called to moved though, her brown eyes trailed back though for a moment out of curiosity, just in time to see. A boy with violet hair and a yet shorter boy with unusually blonde hair. . . . Cremisi stared at them, silently watching while it was the two headed onto the train, I guess I just got my answer. she thought, blinking a few times while her eyes remained on the wide side. Exactly what was in store for her, or what was going to be up with this situation, she didn’t really know. Thinking on it, it probably wasn’t the best of moves for me to go and call to those two like that, but, if they meant any harm to me or Ketsa then I’m sure the would’ve attacked us instead of boarding this thing. Cremisi reasoned, staring at the train.

Ketsa had helped her up, and asked if she wanted to join her in exploring the train. . . . So, she wasn’t alone for that, but whatever awaited herself and Ketsa when they got aboard, that was anyone’s guess. Of course, Cremisi hoped entirely for the best, to absolve any sort of trouble that might be playing out on the thing; she believed things would turn out all right, as they always did for her, or so she adamantly believed. Of course, her limited memory had nothing within it that would lead her to think otherwise. When it was that the cloaked figure of Ketsa moved toward the train, did Cremisi’s attention shift with a stupid sounding, “Eh?” only to result in her following after the seemingly kindly girl with something of puzzled look on the brunette’s face.
“Ready to go in?” she asked, looking to Cremisi, stopping before actually getting on.

“Um, yeah, I’m ready to go!” Cremisi answered the girl, voice loud and as lively as ever, though there was an undeniable tinge of anxiety held within it.

Following this, Ketsa vanished onto the large vehicle, leaving Cremisi to struggle onto it. The blonde boy had managed to get on board the thing with little issue, and he didn’t exactly have much height on her. . . . Y’okay Crem, you can do this. You’ve got something you gotta do, so a step in your current mission is to climb aboard! A nod came from her as a determined expression took over, and though she was uncertain, the girl fought against gravity and fidgeted around until it was she managed to get her little self up and inside the thing.

Cremisi didn’t know what to expect upon getting herself inside, of course, she didn’t she just plunged herself into this headfirst without thinking about it so much. All she had done was assure herself all would be well and good . . . though she didn’t have the slightest idea why the train was stopped or why there had been a scream. Hanging in the doorway of the train, half in and half out, Crem simply stood there, looking on at the scene before her, feeling as if a part of her had gone utterly numb. Panicked people, the blonde and the violet-haired boy were there too, but there were also people being held at the point of a long-knife that had flames flickering around it, that thing belonging to the blonde.

All she could do was blink, not a thought slipped into her mind at this scene. She knew only that she felt . . . funny, her body felt stiff, her breathing felt like it was getting difficult to manage, and her mind just seemed to stop. Why? It wasn’t like she was alone in this, she had come aboard with Ketsa. . . . And, everything was going to turn out okay! It did, it always did, so there wasn’t anything for her to worry about. Positive, and certain, she had to be both, to stop whatever trouble was afoot, she had to be sure of herself, and to keep on smiling, that was how things would improve, that had to be right. It always seemed to be in the past.

The blonde had the long knife pressed to a guy’s neck now, the flames were gone, but he was kneeling before a girl and who she assumed was her father, smiling, saying something to her before she nodded and he ascended back to his feet. What was going on . . . ?

Being as she was, Cremisi didn’t understand the differences between Outsiders and Insiders at all, the notion of the panicked people and those being held at bladepoint being different at all was something lost to her as a whole. Herself being any different too. . . . She didn’t understand it, why it was this scene was playing out before her, she didn’t understand it. Why people had to fight, had to struggle, be negative and so however unpleasant they could be, Cremisi didn’t understand why. There were so many thing she’d never come to face before, so many experiences she had yet to cope with or comprehend, so of course she wouldn’t get it. Not yet anyway. Still feeling almost numb, Cremisi tore her gaze away from the sight of the blonde and the man held at bay by his weapon, and turned her head side to side, looking for Ketsa, only to see that her friend had vanished.

“Ketsa . . . ?” she questioned quietly, taking a step inside the train car, a clear look of uncertainty passed over her young features as she ventured deeper into the area, looking about as out of place as a person could. She didn’t go so far as to wander off the car or to go to another, but she would’ve been partly unnoticed by anyone who hadn’t seen her board before. “Where did she go?”

It was at this point that there were screams again . . . panicked ones, and of course it caught hold of Cremisi’s attention. Eyes wide with questioning as before, she quickly spun on her heel to look back behind her, noting that several more people seemed to have joined in on the situation. She didn’t smile as she normally would when seeing new people, not at all, because something in her felt stranger than before. Something of a whimper slipped from her throat as her thoughts all stopped, though she had been looking for Ketsa, even that slipped away. The panicked people, the horrible screams coming from a woman were enough to make Cremisi want to scream too. She couldn’t see what was going on, the horrible sight and scene there. . . . But the screaming was enough to make her feel wrong.

Being positive was her forte, something she was always suppose to hold onto, to be, but danger, someone in pain or anything of the sort, it was enough to elicit this from her, to throw her off completely. I-I don’t, wh-what is . . . ? she wondered, her head began to hurt her, enough to make the girl throw both her hands up onto its sides, and to pull it down while she tried to focus herself, to regain some sense of normalcy within herself. Why she was beginning to feel so strange, she didn’t know.

Heart beginning to pound in her chest, hearing the beat thud loudly in her ears as blood rushed through her brain, a sense set into her that she didn’t know, hadn’t felt before, it was something akin to anxiety, but it was . . . deeper, stronger, more potent than that. Something she didn’t grasp, or know, something she couldn’t remember feeling before now. A moan slipped from her as she sank to her knees, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to drown out the woman’s screams, the wailing coming from her and the panicked calls and shrieks from the others. Cremisi still didn’t know what was going on, and she didn’t want to know, she didn’t want to feel this horrid feeling anymore, nor did she want to hear this.

This is when it happened too, she could feel something, it . . . it felt like there was something tied to her heart, connected to another, but this tied thing, it wasn’t calm or stable, no, it was struggling, tightening loosening, pulling and writhing about. The strangeness to it, the fact it seemed to be struggling so, it made Cremisi begin to shake, her brown eyes widening as tears formed in her eyes. This sensation she felt, it multiplied . . . it suddenly felt like there were multiple ties between her heart and others from nowhere, but the one that was tightening, pulling and loosening, it was the one she was solely focused on. W-Why . . . ? she thought, not understanding this. I-I can feel it, thi-this connection. Cremisi swallowed, forcing her eyes shut as a whimper slipped from her, she could feel the tugging the connection had, coinciding with the severity and intensity of the woman screaming until, finally it the connection felt weaker, weaker and weaker.

The strength it possessed faded away, until finally, it loosened to the extent that it no longer was there . . . it fell away into nothingness along with silence, the woman’s screaming stopped. A word surfaced in Cremisi’s mind about half a minute following the loss of the connection that’d been her focal point, a word she didn’t know she knew. D-Dead.

Sitting there silent, her hands slipped from the sides of her head and fell back to the carpeted floor below her, as her eyes opened, a sort of anesthetized feeling settled into her body with the realization of the word ‘dead.’ There were other connections there, stable ones, ones that weren’t so uncertain . . . she could feel them, but that one, the one that’d been lost, that had faded away, Cremisi’s mind was stuck to that. She didn’t understand it, the lady’s screams, the feeling, the unknown feeling, these connections, then the one that had being fighting and so uncertain before. . . . Dead. Dead. Dead. . . .

“You’re not dead or injured.” hearing someone speak, a male, caused Cremisi to look upward as if by second nature, a dazed expression had taken root upon her features, her eyes glassed over, looking tired, sedated. “Who are you, and why aren’t you on the Inside where you belong?” A guy with white hair, seeming to be sucking on the in-between of his index finger and thumb was speaking to the blonde from before.

Dead. . . . Still floated about aimlessly within Cremisi’s mind, though her eyes were set upon the two guys, she felt tired. . . . Her head fell downward limply, a sigh slipping from her while another thought formed within, Where there is death, there is danger.

“Can’t have danger. . . . Death isn’t good, where death is, there is danger, pain, and suffering, bad things, and we can’t have bad things, can’t have it, we just can’t. . . .” she mumbled, continuing to mumble that while she remained where she sat. While it was that Cremisi continued to mutter that to herself over and over, something began to materialize . . . what looked like red threads, tied around her fingers, began to appear, and from her fingers they spread out, one connected to all within the vicinity, all of them leading back to her before it was that another breath slipped from the girl’s lungs, and they began to vanish.

The Red Weaver had almost awoken, and whether or not anyone had taken note of the threads was something yet to be known.


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Character Portrait: Lyo Sonon Character Portrait: Cecil "Panda" Ira Character Portrait: Luca Avery Character Portrait: Cremisi Neve Character Portrait: Ketsa Fillador

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"My name is Lyonel. You can call me Lyo, and I'd rather you don't call me anything else. Like Blondie. Or Sparkles." Panda rolled his eyes, not caring in the least for this guy's name. He would continue calling him by any name he wanted to call him, thank you very much. Sparkles was becoming his current favorite, but he might save that one for specific situations, like when he was trying to get on Lyo's nerves and not when he was trying to get him to get through a train safe and sound for the sake of his stomach.

He was just ready to head inside when a voice sounded from behind, making him wince. He had to resist the urge to smack himself in the forehead--Lyo ended up taking care of the urge for him. “Heeeeeey!! Are you two going aboard this thing too?!” A few of the nearby people heard the yell and saw him coming inside and jumped away, running to the center of the train. The gang was still nearby, but they appeared to be moving on to the other cars. The people inside all looked startled; some looked harmed, but the majority appeared to be perfectly fine. Physically, anyway. They probably had no idea what was going on. This was most likely the worst thing to ever happen in their lap-luxury lives. Panda doubted that they even had minor inconveniences inside those giant domes of theirs. Lucky jerks. Pompous pricks. He hated them. They deserved this. They deserved to see what was it was like trying to survive out here.

Panda shared a look with Mr. Bright-Eyes. "Well, we'd better go on before they scarper with all the food." What the heck does scarper mean. Shrugging it off, Panda stood out of the way to let Lyo enter the train after him. He nearly had a heart attack seeing the flames shoot out of the sword. It wasn't anything brand new, but it was still pretty awesome. Was that his power? Could he set things on fire? That was pretty cool. Unfortunately, Lyo killed the fire and kept the sword normal. "Hurry up." Panda nodded, but hesitated as one of the gang members neared them. He couldn't help but smile with Lyo scared him off with the flames. That was the coolest power. He couldn't hear what the guy said over the nervous babbling of a nearby woman, but he was close enough to hear Lyo's response. "I modified it myself." Modified what? The sword? That had to be a lie. Those were just his powers. He could have just said that. The gang members were obviously Outsiders, so it wasn't like they weren't aware. "I suggest you leave. Panda-Eyes, go get supplies for two please."

Panda nodded and did as he was told, backing slowly into the train car behind the one the were in before turning around completely and heading inside. He looked around at the people, dully noting their panicked faces. He bet they were wondering what was going on, if they couldn't tell already. He bet they thought he was hear to hurt them. Conceited morons. He heard a rumor once that Insiders thought that Outsiders could infect them just by being around them for too long. He wondered how badly one of them would freak out if he grabbed their arm. You morons are lucky you're not worth it.

He passed each person by with a slight air of superiority. Today was a good day so far. He thought it was going to be bad, but he'd found a guy to do the dirty work and all he had to do was stroll back here and grab some good food and water and all would be well for a good while. When he reached the food storage, he frowned down at it. It was obvious some had been taken already. It didn't seem like it'd been ransacked by the gang, but maybe only one or two people. With a shrug, he took his pack off and began shoveling food inside--as much as it could hold, including a few bottles of water. When he was done, he grabbed a snack for the way back through the car. He saw other people standing in the way and frowned, stopping and squinting. If there was trouble, he'd rather have that Lyo guy handle it before him. Too bad there wasn't a way out in this car.. "Stop looking at me, freaks," he mumbled, glaring at a nearby old couple. Jeeze.

Sucking it up, Panda finished the snack quickly and went back through the doors, entering the car he came in at earlier. He immediately had to stop one step in to keep himself from stepping over the two girls he'd seen earlier. "What are you... Wait, I don't care." There was a sense of unease. It was quieter now than it'd been when he left. He couldn't see much past Lyo, but he could see another guy. Was he part of the gang that took over this train? ...No, he was with those guys in the masks. Oh, there was something wrong here. "Hey, Lyo, we should... I got what we needed." He looked down at the girls and squatted next to him. It was obvious that neither of them were very stable, but they were Outsiders and that was enough for him. "Wh...what's happening? Did someone die?" He didn't want to see someone die. He just wanted to get his food and get out.