(Ok guys, here's the thing: you start on the bus, you go into the musuem and fill your posts with info about going around and looking around the museum. I'll make my character find the guardian stones first and then everyone can follow. Hope you guys are ok with that!

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Jonathan awoke with a start; his sweet slumber broken. Groggily, he scanned the surroundings of his school's bus. Sounds of children of all ages were slowly becoming louder as his head began to clear. a warm tear rolled down his soft skin, gradually getting colder.
I have to get these thoughts out of my head...they can't haunt me anymore... Jonathan thought sadly while wiping his eyes.

Since the beginning of the bus ride he had been left alone. All of the seats in front, behind and beside him were empty. His status in the school was an outcast; joining a few clubs but not gaining any friends.

A cold shadow slowly swept over his face, sending a chill down his spine. Jonathan's gaze fixed on the rapidly growing building that he would be spending the next three hours in, dreading the thought of staring at the all too familiar artefacts which awaited him there.

Jonathan shook his head and grimaced as the bus reached the museum parking lot. As he was near the front of the bus he could easily get out quickly and into the warm sunlight. Taking a breath he pulled his blue zipper closer around his body and walked to the doors of death (by boredom).

Alex sat laughing at the back of the bus with her friends. Well so called friends more like the kids that only talked to her as she was pretty and popular, she was getting sick of it but still played along. All she wanted to do was get to the museum so she could look at all cars and motor bikes as that was the only thing that interested her apart from music. Scanning the bus with her eyes she looked around at each of the students, her eyes landed on a boy sat on his own with no one around him, she remembered him from her maths class. When she was about to stand up and go talk to him the bus came to a halt sending her body forward, she was about to hit her head on one of seat when she manoeuvred her body causing her to land on top of the seat instead. “Well that was odd...” she mumbled. Her friends starred at her smiling, one of the girls even told her to join the cheer squad, which was an obvious no, no way in hell was the girl who liked engines and music going to join a bunch of whores.

Stepping outside of the bus with her guitar still attached to her back she followed in the many students and teachers into the museum 'This should be a fun few hours' she thought sarcastically.

....It’s so unreal
Didn’t look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on but didn’t even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go

I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter.....


The music blared from Xander's headphones, so that even the kids across the aisle could hear it. Not that the redhead cared, it was his music. If they didn't like it, too bad for them. And if they said anything about it...well, God help them if Xander overheard. Not that there was much chance of it, the volume the song was playing at kind of prevented one from hearing anything, including your own thoughts. Which was kind of the point, if Xander was being really honest. Which he was, brutally so.

Staring blankly out of the window of the bus, he rubbed absently at the dark purple bruise along his jawline, a remnant from a recent fight. One which he had won, but not without a price. Namely a week-long ban from the boxing team, which thankfully was almost at it's end. He was starting to miss sparring with Sora, one of the only real friends he had. Though if you were to ask exactly how they could even be friends, neither of them would be able to answer. Xander himself had absolutely no clue how the other boy coped with him.
The guy must have the patience of a saint..., he thought. That was his theory anyway.

His head jerked forward as the bus jolted to a stop, and he lifted one side of his headphones away from his ear so he could hear the instructions from the teacher. Not that he would follow them, but it was always useful to know what you weren't allowed to do, just so you could do it.
Stupid museum trip...waste of freaking time if you ask me. But then again, no one does..., he thought with a smirk as he left the bus, his headphones firmly back in place, music blaring. As they usually were. So at least there was one thing that would never change. Another was his twin, and Xander glanced back to see where Misery was. Xander had no patience for people, but his (younger by eight minutes) twin was one of the few people he could tolerate. Her and Sora. That was it. The two people Xander trusted. No one else, not even his parents. Though they were never really around anyway.

Shaking his head to clear the thoughts away, banishing them for good by turning the music's volume up even more, he followed the crowd of chattering kids into the museum, where he would be utterly bored for the next three hours.

Sora was sat next to the noise that was Xander. He knew the song that was blaring. Luckily he liked the same kind of music as his friend, so he happily drummed along. He was trying his best to ignore the pain in his hand. He fractured his finger in his last fight, punching his opponent wrong. It was something he was used to, but it still bloody hurt. At least it wasn't as obvious as the bruise on his friend's jaw.

As he tossed some thoughts around in his head, he started to question how Xander managed to cope with him. He knew that he acted immature and reckless, but somehow Xander didn't care, Guy must have the patience of a saint...

Wondering what attracted him to this trip, he thought to the amount of younger kids that were excited as he was on his first, second, third and fourth times to the museum. He, like most of the older kids were here to keep an eye on the younger ones. He, (probably) like most of the older kids was using it as a day off school. That's the only reason he could think of anyway...

Misery was sitting on her own as usual at the back of the bus as none of her 'friends' were here with her on this rather dumb Museum trip. There was there was one seat next to her unoccupied, but when she got her seat one person tried to sit next to her and glared at them with her pale blue eyes, they turned around and sat closer to the front.

Misery put her earphones in and turned her iPod up until it was at full volume, this was so she could drum out the people around her, out of all the people on the bus she trusted only one her Twin. She also put up her hood. She looked for Xander, her older twin. He was sitting with some boy from his boxing club. She turned her head and looked out the window. She put on her favourite song

I never meant to be the one who kept you from the dark
But now I know my wounds are sown because of who you are
I will take this burden on and become the holy one
But remember I am human and I'm bound to sing this song

So hear my voice,
Reminds you not to bleed
I am here

Saviour! Will be there
When you are feeling alone, ohhh
A saviour, for all that you do
So you live freely without their harm

So here I write my lullaby, to all the lonely ones
Remember as you learn to try to be the one you love
So I can take this pen and teach you how to live
But what is left unsaid, the greatest gift I gave....

She was staring to close her eyes when somebody tapped her shoulder. She turned. Looked at them. but did not say anything.

"Misery is it?"

Nothing

"Okay, but that is black veil brides?"

Still nothing

"You could at least answer me"

Again nothing but this time Misery put her earphones back in and looked out of the window, the person tapped her shoulder again but she ignored them. She thought 'will you just go away'. Half of Misery was happy about the trip to the museum as she loved history and the other half was damning it as she had to be with these people and that side was the one that was winning.

Finally the bus stopped and she got up, but waited until everyone was of the bus just so she was at the back of the group. She slowly walked into the Museum.

Olivia sat up near the back of the bus with her friends. She was quiet popular but she didn't mind the attention. There was a time when she would have pushed everyone away but now she was fine.
"Many years of therapy fixed that didn't it..." She jumped at the voice in her head but pushed it away.
"So...when are we getting to this museum?" Olivia said just as the bus screeched to a halt. "Never mind..." She stood up and took a deep breath.
Time to go into the building of Death...
"I could help you with the death..." She was sick of the devil on her shoulder whispering sweet nothings into her ear.
Shut up and don't bother me today...I can't take it anymore... She steeled herself for the next three hours of hell.