The Great Escape.
Posted: Fri Jun 07, 2013 5:00 pmHis ears were pinned, and the creature was poised to spring; down in a crouch, those awkward colored eyes watching each move the two scientists made in an attempt to apprehend him. Each hand that came his way, however, was pointedly gripped and gashed with those claw-like nails his fingers held. The rubber gloves didn't stand a chance when they were up against Rueyn, and flesh was all but sliced and left dripping by the time he sprung back again.
Painfully defeated, the two scientists stood back, rubbing at their wounded hands. "It's useless, McKinley. He isn't going to let us near him," It'd been proven repeatedly by then, and be damned if at least one of the scientists didn't have enough sense to throw in the towel. "Call Sampson up; tell 'im to bring a taser and restraints. I'd prefer to keep my hands intact." To that statement, meant to remain hushed, Rueyn was quick to grin.. even if he didn't budge; his tail remained straight and rigid: taunting the two to come at him again, with just the determination in his eyes. Now, by no means did the creature like the taser. Nor did he like restraints, but it was all part of the bigger plan; perhaps they should have attempted to dumb-down their specimens before giving life to them? This one was a bit more clever than they could have ever anticipated.
Within the ten minutes it took for back-up to arrive, Rueyn had relaxed a bit, and was even seemingly focused on one of the stains on the floor.. and then the fresh blood that had managed to drip from one of the two men's hands, onto the off-white scrubs he himself wore. The pad of his index finger ran over it every so often, as if he were trying to rub it away. But, as soon as the doors' lock disengaged, he whirled around to face Sampson instead. This man - this scientist - was much larger than the other two, and was strictly on security detail. "Have at it.." said McKinley, dryly, with a gesture towards the feline-like creature.
"Yes. Please do," said Rueyn, lowering himself once more into that crouched defense-stance of his. Of course, he knew that it wouldn't get far: it never did when the tasers came into play. And had they been paying attention, they might've read into the mischief that was most definitely in the air about him; his ears remained pin, but the half-grin and the flicking of just the end of his tail would've been a dead giveaway to anyone who knew cats. He most certainly looked as if he were about to pounce a mouse, or an annoying fly that had flown too low. Sampson didn't say much, and took a step forward only to find that the small creature sprung forward towards him in response. It was a daring move, to say the least. Sampson, figuring that size would play into the game, simply lifted and sent the sole of his boot aimed for the center of Rueyn's chest to knock him back. .. And, perhaps, down a notch.
When Rueyn went back, however, it wasn't in the way that was intended. He arched to avoid the man's boot, and re-balanced instantly, just in time to slash the man's shin with his right hand. "Try again," Rueyn quipped, very much mocking the scientists when they put him into such sessions when he was younger. It was then, he sprung forward; one foot caught the man's waist and he vaulted upwards just to snatch the olive-green hat off his head before relenting. This was where it should happen: where it had to happen. With a curious sound leaving his throat, much like a chuff or so, Rueyn dropped his attention to the metal pinned to the front of it.. the security emblem with the engraved letters 'GCS' in the middle. He pretended like it had his full attention and focus, and even turned away from the three GenCorp employees. Come on.. do it.. he thought, though didn't at all brace for what was sure to come.
Sampson was disgruntled indeed, what with his hat having been removed. However, it didn't deter him from pulling the taser from it's strap on his belt. With a two-step, he closed the distance between himself and the creation, and very easily pressed the device hard into it's spine. After that, it was a flurry of muscle spasms, a yowl, and Rueyn went down in a sprawl to the concrete floor. It was then that the other two scientists came over and crouched down, both in unison, holding their hands up for the restraints they'd called for; in retrospect, they were nothing more than reinforced handcuffs held together by a heavier chain. They utilized them quickly, pinning the creature's arms behind his back for the purpose, and then they both stepped back a pace or so. "That should do it. Thanks, Sampson. He's going down to hell for a few hours-- might do him some good." Had Rueyn been conscious - and he thankfully wasn't - the grin would have given the plan away, right then and there.
A few hours would pass before the creation ever awoke; the restraints removed, and in a sheen of sweat that came natural from being so close to the incinerator. The whole floor was sweltering. What he wasn't expecting, though, was a single, pale green eye staring down at him. Rueyn scrambled backwards and got to his feet surprisingly fast, long before his vision unblurred enough for him to make out just who those eyes belonged to.
"Aesis. You can't do that," he nearly hissed to the older specimen who'd long since been deemed a failed attempt. Rueyn had met him on many occasions, given the fact that he so often found himself thrown down to the unbearable floor. While the boy held wolf-like qualities, and didn't ever speak, they had some sort of common understanding that passed between them. Or, perhaps, Rueyn had a soft spot for him because of his qualities; he'd named him, after all. Aesis had come to be with only one working eye, and the other was kept hidden behind the flap of a rolled, blue, bandana. In response to being told he couldn't do that he only lifted one side of his lip in a makeshift snarl. Sometimes, Rueyn was fairly certain the guy had no means of making any type of verbal sound. "..It's alright. You just startled me is all."
Rueyn brushed himself off and glanced around; first, to the pile of bodies waiting to be dragged to the incinerator.. then to the massive tracks a bit further off. "Did you do what I asked?" he questioned, either black ear swiveling forward, as maroon eyes settled on the taller creature curiously. Aesis merely gestured to the pile, but before Rueyn could start for it, he grabbed him by the bicep and held him at bay. He, too, glanced over at the pile.. and then slowly trailed his gaze over and up to where a guard stood, waiting on the next train's arrival. Then, Aesis shook his head in warning while settling his own one-eyed stare back on the feline-creature.
"I see.." Rueyn said quietly, with a lash of his tail to the side in frustration. "Then, I'll wait too."
Aesis released him, and turned without any other gestures and headed for a separate pile. He grabbed up two bags at once, one in each hand, and started a slow walk towards the incinerator with just a passing glance to Rueyn as he went. For a moment, Rueyn's ears laid flat and nearly hid in the mess of black hair that was most certainly messy, but after that hesitation.. he started forward, also. Likewise, he took up two bags and began dragging them at his sides, towards what he disliked most about this floor. It was one thing that could humble him almost instantly, and it showed the entire while they made their way towards it. Just as they reached the large steel vault-like door, the rumble-shaking of the floor began with the train's arrival. The screeching of brakes could be heard long before the engine came into view, and while Aesis merely went about opening the door to the incinerator, Rueyn paused to watch, and distantly handed the bagged bodies over as they were motioned for. He only snapped out of it when Aesis nudged his shoulder, a bit harder than he intended. Rueyn took in a deep breath and raised his stare up to the wolf-cross, who only shook his head again. It was a silent word meant for him to wait.
After the bodies were deposited completely, Aesis shoved the sliding rack back inside and closed the door; a spin of the wheel, and it was locked once more. "You're going to have to talk, eventually," Rueyn said, off-handedly, during the trek back towards the pile. Aesis only mimicked the same half-interested snarl before coming to a stop. His one-eyed stare was hard on the feline, but softened for just a second before he gave a light sigh. A pointedly given point was given to the pile, and he started for it once more.
It was hours that went by before the guard ever finished with the first train and went off to take his break. That was the thing, down in Hell, after all. There were only humans on the floor when a train was bringing in a delivery. Once it had departed, with the same rumbling and shaking, Aesis stood upright and twisted his own pointed ears as if listening over the sounds of the howling and groaning of the dying, and even tilted his chin up as if he were trying to pin-point a particular scent-- then, he grabbed Rueyn's wrist and rushed him over to the second pile of black-bagged bodies, all while pointing to the dead center of it. "What? You put it all there?" questioned Rueyn, mostly horrified. Aesis nodded enthusiastically, however, and nudged a few of the top bags off as if he were truly a dog about to start digging. Another point, however, and he stopped.
"You.." Aesis said slowly, lowering his head so that he and Rueyn were nearly eye-level. Caught by surprise, Rueyn's gaze snapped up to him. "..Your.." Aesis continued, but obviously became entirely too frustrated to continue, and thus shoved the bags further off so that the much smaller one, wrapped much like a special care package, could be seen. Then, he pointed again.
"Things." Aesis added, with another sigh that very well could have been relief. Rueyn was still only staring, bewildered. "Two.. hours.." said the wolf-cross and gestured with a slow trail of that green eye to the track. "No.. watcher.." Rueyn's jaw was slowly dropping, just from the finality of it: Aesis was talking, after all these years of being silent. Maybe, then, it was evident and crystal clear that he was rooting for the cat. Rooting for him to get away, far away, from GenCore.
"Another train in two hours? And no watchers.." Rueyn repeated, glancing down at the specially wrapped package that was his belongings, then slowly leaned to pick it up so it could be tucked beneath his arm in a hug of sorts. It was, after all, all he had.. and it included the only thing he'd ever officially been given for his own. "So it will work, then?" He asked, almost meekly, before those maroon-colored eyes headed back for the empty tracks. Aesis nodded. "... Cage."
"Cage?" Rueyn repeated, as if double-checking to make sure that was what the other creation had said, for sure. But there was a rise of panic that had the hair on his tail standing on end for just a brief couple of seconds. Aesis noted it, made obvious by the pinning of his own ears. "Only.. way.." He gestured towards the stacks of cages, most of them filled and tagged, ready for transport. Then from his back pocket, produced the manifest only to thrust it out for Rueyn to see. "You.." he said, using his other hand - and a claw-tipped finger - to point at the blank space. Only once the feline-creature had taken the papers did he reach to wipe a smudge of ash and sweat from his cheek, and he quickly pushed the bodies back into their rightful position on the pile and pulled a pen that one of the guardsmen had dropped earlier, from his pocket. It was pushed in Rueyn's direction as well, eagerly.
Rueyn took the pen, too, and settled his own package down between his feet on the floor. Clicking the pen so that the ball-point was evident, he eloquently wrote in his Core-given name, transport time (that matched the others), and then glanced up to spy the cages momentarily. Next, he wrote the cage number. What Aesis didn't see him do, though, was write in the wolf-boy's name, too. Even if it wasn't part of the plan..
The papers were folded back up and handed back to Aesis who, also, took the package. "Hey!" Rueyn exclaimed, but was hushed a second later by a single glare given of that pale green eye. The wolf-cross headed off on his own towards the cages and leaned into the open and empty one long enough to lift the bottom up. ... A cage with a false-bottom? How had he managed that? The black-wrapped package was placed beneath it and he leaned back out, only sparing a quick glance to the specimens that had went into an uproar simply due to his approach.
For the next two hours, Rueyn and Aesis, traveled the path back and forth from the incinerator to the piles of bagged bodies. It wasn't until the shaking began once more that Aesis stopped and rushed the feline-creature towards the rows of cages, and prompty shoved him inside the empty one. It was left unlocked, of course, though it looked shut tight. As the train screeched to a halt on the tracks, Aesis was drawing the flat cart that housed the cages for the time being towards the cargo cart. The doors opened automatically, and he slowly began transferring the caged specimens into their rightful slots within, latching them down as he went. If nothing else could be said about him, the wolf-cross was efficient. He was fast, and did things by the book --- up until now. When he came to Rueyn's cage, and the very irate-looking thing inside, he was almost amused. He lifted the cage with ease though and set it inside the cart, and pulled the manifest from his pocket once more.
With the very same Pen he had, had Rueyn fill in information, he began marking off the specimens being transported, and checking their stops. "You.." he said, pointing at the name of the station Rueyn was supposed to get out at, and run like hell. But, something caught his attention. There was another string of lettering beneath the one he knew Rueyn had written-- had Rueyn written that in, also? "You?" he questioned, pointing at it.
He received no answer, however; only the release of air brakes filled the room, making it easier for the feline-cross to unlatch the cage by means of his claw, and he lunged forward to snag Aesis by the shoulders and jerk him up into the train's car as well. "Stay quiet." It was his only stipulation, obviously, and once they were both in the not-so-big cage, he relatched it just in time to watch the car doors slide closed.
When the train started moving, however, Rueyn retreated to the corner of the cage and all but curled into a ball. Aesis, however, sat down indian-style and just stared at him blankly. No, he didn't at all understand what the cat was up to, or why he'd been jerked into the train. It surely meant death. Death for both of them, once they were discovered.. ..didn't it?
The first stop went smoothly, with only another creature passing the cages off the train and into the similar environment they'd only just left. And same was the next. The third stop - his stop - however, left Rueyn gawking when the doors eased open once more. Nobody came forward. It wasn't their car the people were concerned with.
This was it.
Rueyn sprung forward and unlatched the cage, grabbed Aesis by the wrist, and exited the cage. He only paused long enough to grab his package from beneath the false-bottom, and then bolted out into.. wherever it was that they were. The huge screen caused his graceful scramble, followed by a scowling wolf-cross to a slow halt, and he stared at it long and hard. There was none of the information he was used to seeing flash across a screen, however, but.. some news broadcast with numerous people taking the spotlight while discussing the ongoings of Cheshire.
Cheshire?
Rueyn didn't get a chance to read further into it, before he was shoved hard from behind, and Aesis was shoving the two of them in the direction of the first set of rooms that he spotted. The restrooms, obviously, as it came to be obvious. He made a face, but shoved both of them into a stall just long enough to hear the dead-train departing once more. After it was gone, and he sensed the feline's heartbeat had dropped a couple of paces, he leaned against the stall wall and stared hard at him with that one, green eye. "..now?" Rueyn shook his head. Now he was the one not talking. He hadn't planned this far, but perhaps only because he'd expected to be thwarted as soon as those doors had opened. It was no time to go shutting down, and thus, Aesis shoved the feline-cross into the opposite wall in attempt to snap him out of it.
With a low growl, Rueyn righted himself and tilted his chin up to stare at Aesis. "..Now, we gotta fit in.."
Central Cheshire Station, had said the sign. But the next step they needed to take was as unclear, in Rueyn's mind.
"Now." said Aesis with a huff of breath escaping harsh enough to cause the flap over his eye to lift briefly.
"..I'm thinking. Be quiet." Rueyn edged forward and swung the stall door open, just to lean his head out far enough to catch sight of another being in the restroom. ..That person had no ears, nor a tail. "We gotta.. be like that," he whispered, turning a quick glance to Aesis. But then, shut the door back to continue his internal musings.
Painfully defeated, the two scientists stood back, rubbing at their wounded hands. "It's useless, McKinley. He isn't going to let us near him," It'd been proven repeatedly by then, and be damned if at least one of the scientists didn't have enough sense to throw in the towel. "Call Sampson up; tell 'im to bring a taser and restraints. I'd prefer to keep my hands intact." To that statement, meant to remain hushed, Rueyn was quick to grin.. even if he didn't budge; his tail remained straight and rigid: taunting the two to come at him again, with just the determination in his eyes. Now, by no means did the creature like the taser. Nor did he like restraints, but it was all part of the bigger plan; perhaps they should have attempted to dumb-down their specimens before giving life to them? This one was a bit more clever than they could have ever anticipated.
Within the ten minutes it took for back-up to arrive, Rueyn had relaxed a bit, and was even seemingly focused on one of the stains on the floor.. and then the fresh blood that had managed to drip from one of the two men's hands, onto the off-white scrubs he himself wore. The pad of his index finger ran over it every so often, as if he were trying to rub it away. But, as soon as the doors' lock disengaged, he whirled around to face Sampson instead. This man - this scientist - was much larger than the other two, and was strictly on security detail. "Have at it.." said McKinley, dryly, with a gesture towards the feline-like creature.
"Yes. Please do," said Rueyn, lowering himself once more into that crouched defense-stance of his. Of course, he knew that it wouldn't get far: it never did when the tasers came into play. And had they been paying attention, they might've read into the mischief that was most definitely in the air about him; his ears remained pin, but the half-grin and the flicking of just the end of his tail would've been a dead giveaway to anyone who knew cats. He most certainly looked as if he were about to pounce a mouse, or an annoying fly that had flown too low. Sampson didn't say much, and took a step forward only to find that the small creature sprung forward towards him in response. It was a daring move, to say the least. Sampson, figuring that size would play into the game, simply lifted and sent the sole of his boot aimed for the center of Rueyn's chest to knock him back. .. And, perhaps, down a notch.
When Rueyn went back, however, it wasn't in the way that was intended. He arched to avoid the man's boot, and re-balanced instantly, just in time to slash the man's shin with his right hand. "Try again," Rueyn quipped, very much mocking the scientists when they put him into such sessions when he was younger. It was then, he sprung forward; one foot caught the man's waist and he vaulted upwards just to snatch the olive-green hat off his head before relenting. This was where it should happen: where it had to happen. With a curious sound leaving his throat, much like a chuff or so, Rueyn dropped his attention to the metal pinned to the front of it.. the security emblem with the engraved letters 'GCS' in the middle. He pretended like it had his full attention and focus, and even turned away from the three GenCorp employees. Come on.. do it.. he thought, though didn't at all brace for what was sure to come.
Sampson was disgruntled indeed, what with his hat having been removed. However, it didn't deter him from pulling the taser from it's strap on his belt. With a two-step, he closed the distance between himself and the creation, and very easily pressed the device hard into it's spine. After that, it was a flurry of muscle spasms, a yowl, and Rueyn went down in a sprawl to the concrete floor. It was then that the other two scientists came over and crouched down, both in unison, holding their hands up for the restraints they'd called for; in retrospect, they were nothing more than reinforced handcuffs held together by a heavier chain. They utilized them quickly, pinning the creature's arms behind his back for the purpose, and then they both stepped back a pace or so. "That should do it. Thanks, Sampson. He's going down to hell for a few hours-- might do him some good." Had Rueyn been conscious - and he thankfully wasn't - the grin would have given the plan away, right then and there.
A few hours would pass before the creation ever awoke; the restraints removed, and in a sheen of sweat that came natural from being so close to the incinerator. The whole floor was sweltering. What he wasn't expecting, though, was a single, pale green eye staring down at him. Rueyn scrambled backwards and got to his feet surprisingly fast, long before his vision unblurred enough for him to make out just who those eyes belonged to.
"Aesis. You can't do that," he nearly hissed to the older specimen who'd long since been deemed a failed attempt. Rueyn had met him on many occasions, given the fact that he so often found himself thrown down to the unbearable floor. While the boy held wolf-like qualities, and didn't ever speak, they had some sort of common understanding that passed between them. Or, perhaps, Rueyn had a soft spot for him because of his qualities; he'd named him, after all. Aesis had come to be with only one working eye, and the other was kept hidden behind the flap of a rolled, blue, bandana. In response to being told he couldn't do that he only lifted one side of his lip in a makeshift snarl. Sometimes, Rueyn was fairly certain the guy had no means of making any type of verbal sound. "..It's alright. You just startled me is all."
Rueyn brushed himself off and glanced around; first, to the pile of bodies waiting to be dragged to the incinerator.. then to the massive tracks a bit further off. "Did you do what I asked?" he questioned, either black ear swiveling forward, as maroon eyes settled on the taller creature curiously. Aesis merely gestured to the pile, but before Rueyn could start for it, he grabbed him by the bicep and held him at bay. He, too, glanced over at the pile.. and then slowly trailed his gaze over and up to where a guard stood, waiting on the next train's arrival. Then, Aesis shook his head in warning while settling his own one-eyed stare back on the feline-creature.
"I see.." Rueyn said quietly, with a lash of his tail to the side in frustration. "Then, I'll wait too."
Aesis released him, and turned without any other gestures and headed for a separate pile. He grabbed up two bags at once, one in each hand, and started a slow walk towards the incinerator with just a passing glance to Rueyn as he went. For a moment, Rueyn's ears laid flat and nearly hid in the mess of black hair that was most certainly messy, but after that hesitation.. he started forward, also. Likewise, he took up two bags and began dragging them at his sides, towards what he disliked most about this floor. It was one thing that could humble him almost instantly, and it showed the entire while they made their way towards it. Just as they reached the large steel vault-like door, the rumble-shaking of the floor began with the train's arrival. The screeching of brakes could be heard long before the engine came into view, and while Aesis merely went about opening the door to the incinerator, Rueyn paused to watch, and distantly handed the bagged bodies over as they were motioned for. He only snapped out of it when Aesis nudged his shoulder, a bit harder than he intended. Rueyn took in a deep breath and raised his stare up to the wolf-cross, who only shook his head again. It was a silent word meant for him to wait.
After the bodies were deposited completely, Aesis shoved the sliding rack back inside and closed the door; a spin of the wheel, and it was locked once more. "You're going to have to talk, eventually," Rueyn said, off-handedly, during the trek back towards the pile. Aesis only mimicked the same half-interested snarl before coming to a stop. His one-eyed stare was hard on the feline, but softened for just a second before he gave a light sigh. A pointedly given point was given to the pile, and he started for it once more.
It was hours that went by before the guard ever finished with the first train and went off to take his break. That was the thing, down in Hell, after all. There were only humans on the floor when a train was bringing in a delivery. Once it had departed, with the same rumbling and shaking, Aesis stood upright and twisted his own pointed ears as if listening over the sounds of the howling and groaning of the dying, and even tilted his chin up as if he were trying to pin-point a particular scent-- then, he grabbed Rueyn's wrist and rushed him over to the second pile of black-bagged bodies, all while pointing to the dead center of it. "What? You put it all there?" questioned Rueyn, mostly horrified. Aesis nodded enthusiastically, however, and nudged a few of the top bags off as if he were truly a dog about to start digging. Another point, however, and he stopped.
"You.." Aesis said slowly, lowering his head so that he and Rueyn were nearly eye-level. Caught by surprise, Rueyn's gaze snapped up to him. "..Your.." Aesis continued, but obviously became entirely too frustrated to continue, and thus shoved the bags further off so that the much smaller one, wrapped much like a special care package, could be seen. Then, he pointed again.
"Things." Aesis added, with another sigh that very well could have been relief. Rueyn was still only staring, bewildered. "Two.. hours.." said the wolf-cross and gestured with a slow trail of that green eye to the track. "No.. watcher.." Rueyn's jaw was slowly dropping, just from the finality of it: Aesis was talking, after all these years of being silent. Maybe, then, it was evident and crystal clear that he was rooting for the cat. Rooting for him to get away, far away, from GenCore.
"Another train in two hours? And no watchers.." Rueyn repeated, glancing down at the specially wrapped package that was his belongings, then slowly leaned to pick it up so it could be tucked beneath his arm in a hug of sorts. It was, after all, all he had.. and it included the only thing he'd ever officially been given for his own. "So it will work, then?" He asked, almost meekly, before those maroon-colored eyes headed back for the empty tracks. Aesis nodded. "... Cage."
"Cage?" Rueyn repeated, as if double-checking to make sure that was what the other creation had said, for sure. But there was a rise of panic that had the hair on his tail standing on end for just a brief couple of seconds. Aesis noted it, made obvious by the pinning of his own ears. "Only.. way.." He gestured towards the stacks of cages, most of them filled and tagged, ready for transport. Then from his back pocket, produced the manifest only to thrust it out for Rueyn to see. "You.." he said, using his other hand - and a claw-tipped finger - to point at the blank space. Only once the feline-creature had taken the papers did he reach to wipe a smudge of ash and sweat from his cheek, and he quickly pushed the bodies back into their rightful position on the pile and pulled a pen that one of the guardsmen had dropped earlier, from his pocket. It was pushed in Rueyn's direction as well, eagerly.
Rueyn took the pen, too, and settled his own package down between his feet on the floor. Clicking the pen so that the ball-point was evident, he eloquently wrote in his Core-given name, transport time (that matched the others), and then glanced up to spy the cages momentarily. Next, he wrote the cage number. What Aesis didn't see him do, though, was write in the wolf-boy's name, too. Even if it wasn't part of the plan..
The papers were folded back up and handed back to Aesis who, also, took the package. "Hey!" Rueyn exclaimed, but was hushed a second later by a single glare given of that pale green eye. The wolf-cross headed off on his own towards the cages and leaned into the open and empty one long enough to lift the bottom up. ... A cage with a false-bottom? How had he managed that? The black-wrapped package was placed beneath it and he leaned back out, only sparing a quick glance to the specimens that had went into an uproar simply due to his approach.
For the next two hours, Rueyn and Aesis, traveled the path back and forth from the incinerator to the piles of bagged bodies. It wasn't until the shaking began once more that Aesis stopped and rushed the feline-creature towards the rows of cages, and prompty shoved him inside the empty one. It was left unlocked, of course, though it looked shut tight. As the train screeched to a halt on the tracks, Aesis was drawing the flat cart that housed the cages for the time being towards the cargo cart. The doors opened automatically, and he slowly began transferring the caged specimens into their rightful slots within, latching them down as he went. If nothing else could be said about him, the wolf-cross was efficient. He was fast, and did things by the book --- up until now. When he came to Rueyn's cage, and the very irate-looking thing inside, he was almost amused. He lifted the cage with ease though and set it inside the cart, and pulled the manifest from his pocket once more.
With the very same Pen he had, had Rueyn fill in information, he began marking off the specimens being transported, and checking their stops. "You.." he said, pointing at the name of the station Rueyn was supposed to get out at, and run like hell. But, something caught his attention. There was another string of lettering beneath the one he knew Rueyn had written-- had Rueyn written that in, also? "You?" he questioned, pointing at it.
He received no answer, however; only the release of air brakes filled the room, making it easier for the feline-cross to unlatch the cage by means of his claw, and he lunged forward to snag Aesis by the shoulders and jerk him up into the train's car as well. "Stay quiet." It was his only stipulation, obviously, and once they were both in the not-so-big cage, he relatched it just in time to watch the car doors slide closed.
When the train started moving, however, Rueyn retreated to the corner of the cage and all but curled into a ball. Aesis, however, sat down indian-style and just stared at him blankly. No, he didn't at all understand what the cat was up to, or why he'd been jerked into the train. It surely meant death. Death for both of them, once they were discovered.. ..didn't it?
The first stop went smoothly, with only another creature passing the cages off the train and into the similar environment they'd only just left. And same was the next. The third stop - his stop - however, left Rueyn gawking when the doors eased open once more. Nobody came forward. It wasn't their car the people were concerned with.
This was it.
Rueyn sprung forward and unlatched the cage, grabbed Aesis by the wrist, and exited the cage. He only paused long enough to grab his package from beneath the false-bottom, and then bolted out into.. wherever it was that they were. The huge screen caused his graceful scramble, followed by a scowling wolf-cross to a slow halt, and he stared at it long and hard. There was none of the information he was used to seeing flash across a screen, however, but.. some news broadcast with numerous people taking the spotlight while discussing the ongoings of Cheshire.
Cheshire?
Rueyn didn't get a chance to read further into it, before he was shoved hard from behind, and Aesis was shoving the two of them in the direction of the first set of rooms that he spotted. The restrooms, obviously, as it came to be obvious. He made a face, but shoved both of them into a stall just long enough to hear the dead-train departing once more. After it was gone, and he sensed the feline's heartbeat had dropped a couple of paces, he leaned against the stall wall and stared hard at him with that one, green eye. "..now?" Rueyn shook his head. Now he was the one not talking. He hadn't planned this far, but perhaps only because he'd expected to be thwarted as soon as those doors had opened. It was no time to go shutting down, and thus, Aesis shoved the feline-cross into the opposite wall in attempt to snap him out of it.
With a low growl, Rueyn righted himself and tilted his chin up to stare at Aesis. "..Now, we gotta fit in.."
Central Cheshire Station, had said the sign. But the next step they needed to take was as unclear, in Rueyn's mind.
"Now." said Aesis with a huff of breath escaping harsh enough to cause the flap over his eye to lift briefly.
"..I'm thinking. Be quiet." Rueyn edged forward and swung the stall door open, just to lean his head out far enough to catch sight of another being in the restroom. ..That person had no ears, nor a tail. "We gotta.. be like that," he whispered, turning a quick glance to Aesis. But then, shut the door back to continue his internal musings.