Night sat there at the bus stop with her suitcase in one hand and her ticket in the other. She could see her breath as she breathed in the cold morning air. Her red and black plaid jacket kept her warm, for the moment, even though her fingers were cold. Her dark blue jeans clung to her as she walked, and her boots made a slight thudding noise.

"Here we are guys...Columbus, Ohio. What do you think?" She looked back at her friends who had came with her. She'd know all of them ever since they all started high school, except for Jacinda, she knew her since middle school. Great friends they were, they all had different reasons for being here, some only planned to stay here until they were stable, other planed to leave even earlier. Night, was unsure, she hadn't went professional in her photography at all, nor did she have any major experience.

Setting her bag down she took out her digital camera and took a picture of the sunrise, the bus station, and her group of friends. "This will go in the books for sure." She smiled shoving the digital camera into her pocket. Walking over and counting heads she stood in the middle. "Alright, so where's the closet motel?"

The walking was tedious, as it was to stay with the group of friends. Even if they were friends, hell, Orland wouldn't mind some time to himself. The cigarette that limply from his lips was an indication that he was distracted by something other than smoking or his group of friends. He was looking down the empty road at a gas station nearby. Maybe they could head there and ask where the closest motel was, it wasn't until his line of vision moved to the left slightly and he spotted just what they were looking for.

"Tha's pro'lly it right ther'," Orland pointed casually, then stuffed his hand back in his jacket. Hell, it was already sunrise, they haven't slept all night. And because of the small amount of money each of them had, they'd only be able to get two maybe three rooms for all eight of them. The cigarette between Orland's lips came to life as he took a drag, the thing lighting brighter briefly as well as lifting, then descended down when the smoke left through the cracks of his lips and his nose.

Without further ado, Orlando began walking the way to the motel, the guitar clanking against his back.

Allison was tired, and overall not very excited. But she couldn't help but smile at the sound of the question "What do you think?"
She looked around, her eyes wandering everywhere as she whispered quietly to herself some lines from the song Dream On, by Aerosmith.

Backpack on her shoulders, a guitar case in one hand, and constantly whispering songs. Ali was acting just the same as she would act anywhere else. The time she spent in the psych clinic made her grow fond of drawing, and her memory captured the sunrise for a bit later.

She shivered a bit when Night started taking pictures, she didn't really love cameras, but then... Not everyone was happy with her incessant singing habit. She figured that, it was something to get used to.

She really wished to be a little closer to her final destination, fully aware that she had no idea if her brother would still be in their old town anyway. She knew it would take her a lot more money than what she had to make it there, and it would probably take more time than she would like. Her conclusion after thinking it all through was that, staying with her friends until then, was probably the most sane thing to do... Probably.

She merely shrugged her shoulders to the motel question, and again for the answer. And started following the group towards the motel, slowly, and again whispering some random song.

Johnny was glad to be off that god forsaken bus. He hated being confined to one space. He opened his battered his pack of smokes and saw that he had only acouple left. "Mother fucker." He swore under his breath. The air was crisp in his tar ridden lungs. He put a cigarette behind his ear for later. Johnny was starting to think maybe running away wasn't such a good idea. He had a little amount of money, no idea of where the hell he was, and to top it all of he was almost out of smokes and definitly out of weed. As he looked around he saw his friends. When he saw them they reminded Johnny that he needed to pull through on this.

"Dude Thats sunrise is really trippy. If I was stoned that sunrise would have to be the trippiest thing so far." Johnny said pulling out his bowl and pretending to take a hit off of it. "Ohio on the other hand what a drag. Don't know where to score and where to grab something to eat. None of that junk food crap i want a Big Mac with cheese, curly fries, and with a large coke. 'Cause i got a serious case of the munchies." His stomach growled just to ephisis his statement. When Night took the photo Johnny did his signiture peace sign for all the photos hes been in. He looked at the bowl in his hand it was black stuff on the inside. There was resin still in there. "Thats going to a bitch to smoke." Johnny said. He need more bud and smokes. He knew Orland brought some but that isn't nearly enough to hold over till he got to Reno. Johnny wasn't even sure he wanted to go to Reno anymore.

He pulled out his 5 dollar lotto ticket and sighed. He had 50 more dollars in his pocket. That money was for rooms. As much as he wanted to give money to orland to buy smokes Johnny had to think of the others first. Besides if was giving money to Orland it would be enough to buy a Carton. Johnny noticed that he didn't scratch the rest of the lotto ticket. He walked to the bus station wall and scratched it all off. He won another 35 dollars. "Score i have smoke money." Johnny said jumping up. He ran to Orland. "Dude when we get a room could you buy me some smokes? I give you a pack out of the carton."