[After pulling his hoodie back over his head, Simon stares at his surroundings in disbelief, racking his brain for any and all explanations for the sudden change of scenery.
Logic, rules, parameters... Like clockwork, he retreats to what he knows.]
I'm probably just in one of the other cars. That Hazel kid wasn't on my radar, so maybe... Maybe I'm off the grid too.
[But Hazel still had a number on her hand, even if it wasn't glowing.
Somehow, he chooses to ignore that fact. Once he's safe and back with the members of the Apex, surrounded by the trinkets he's collected in his room and his little dioramas, the people he can control-]
Ugh! This is what always happens when you try to deal with nulls! There's just no reasoning with them. I know that she's a kid and she probably hasn't even been on the train for that long, but I'm sure that null she's been cozying up to has got something to do with this.
[So Simon chooses the strategic thing for right now, sweeping the area of any and all toiletries he can find. He places them in his various pockets, including the ones on his pants.]
As second in command of the Apex, and a passenger on this train...
It's my right to take what's mine.
[Putting his hand on the doorknob, he finds that the door opens smoothly.
i'm so sorry ive forgotten how to write tags without a boob or butt joke god help me
Logic, rules, parameters... Like clockwork, he retreats to what he knows.]
I'm probably just in one of the other cars. That Hazel kid wasn't on my radar, so maybe... Maybe I'm off the grid too.
[But Hazel still had a number on her hand, even if it wasn't glowing.
Somehow, he chooses to ignore that fact. Once he's safe and back with the members of the Apex, surrounded by the trinkets he's collected in his room and his little dioramas, the people he can control-]
Ugh! This is what always happens when you try to deal with nulls! There's just no reasoning with them. I know that she's a kid and she probably hasn't even been on the train for that long, but I'm sure that null she's been cozying up to has got something to do with this.
[So Simon chooses the strategic thing for right now, sweeping the area of any and all toiletries he can find. He places them in his various pockets, including the ones on his pants.]
As second in command of the Apex, and a passenger on this train...
It's my right to take what's mine.
[Putting his hand on the doorknob, he finds that the door opens smoothly.
Is this the way out? It's that easy?]