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alltangledupxmumu:

Charlie’s face broke into a smile when the other said that he was hungry too, and he quickly nodded. “Taco Bell would be amazing… I don’t know if they have one here, though… but like, I’d take gas station food at this point. I’d go to the vending machine but everything is stale.” Honestly, with their phones malfunctioning, he couldn’t even google to see if there was a Taco Bell - all he knew of was the pizza place, the gas station, and the bar. As the other started standing, Charlie followed suit, grinning down at the dog as Jackson attached the leash to his collar. “Oh, I’m Charlie, by the way. I don’t think I said that earlier.” He told him, his gaze returning to Jackson’s face.

“Right?” Jackson asked, grinning back at the other. His grin soon turned into a pout and a wistful sigh at the realization that he was right, they didn’t know if there was a taco bell around, and if there was if it would even be open. Probably not, since they would have disappeared with everyone else. “You’re probably right. Where should we go first?” he asked curiously. “I’m starved, and I don’t know where anything is,” Jackson admitted to the other with a laugh. “Oh! I don’t think I did either,” he said when the other introduced himself. “I’m Jackson, but my friends just call me Jax,” he told the other with a smile. “S’nice to meet ya, Charlie. This is Stumpy,” he continued, introducing the dog to Charlie. “Don’t worry, he’s like super friendly.”

#jackson x charlie 1 #alltangledupxmumu #( thread : jackson )

artxfsurvival:

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Once they’d all woken up and waited for the driver that never showed, Alix decided she didn’t exactly want to wait around to find out. With her travel pack slung over a shoulder, she trekked off from the group, deciding to find another way to Philadelphia–even if it meant paying for a taxi to the next greyhound stop. It didn’t take long for her to realize that plan was a failure. Alix stopped once at a gas station, again at a coffee shop, then again at a bar with a sign flaunting a pay phone inside. After being sent to voicemail more than a few times, her mind took note of the abandoned drinks and plates at nearly every table. It was peculiar, especially for a place that likely isn’t busy right before closing–small town or not, bars tended to empty out save for a few stragglers–but it looked like the evening rush abandoned everything at the same time.

Alix wasn’t sure hos long she’d been sitting at the bar before the door opened, an hour maybe, likely two. She released a sigh and looked up to see another passenger from the greyhound. “No one’s showed up,” she said as way of greeting. “Not the bartender, a patron or even–” Alix waved at a set of keys a few feet down the bar– “whoever those belong to.”

Jackson had just been walking around with his dog, one because Stumpy needed it and secondly, because he was just sick of sitting on his ass and waiting around for the people to come back, or try to figure out where they were. He didn’t have the answers, he knew he wouldn’t have the answers, even as creepy as it was to be walking around alone, well not alone since he had Stumpy with him, but relatively alone through a seemingly abandoned town.

He wandered into the bar and it seemed even creepier with all the tiny things left out like everyone had just vanished right from where they sat. “Ah!” he jumped and turned suddenly, having not noticed the girl there and spooking a bark out of the corgi at his feet as well. “Holy shit, you scared the crap out of me!” he said, hand over his now racing heart and laughing. “Yeah... Totally creepsville...” jackson commented as he approached the bar and the woman. “I’ve been walking around a while... Haven’t seen anyone else. You think they just... All left and forgot us? My mom did that with me at a Target once.”

#( thread : jackson )#jackson x alix #artxfsurvival

alltangledupxmumu:

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It had been quite a while since Charlie had been sitting outside. At the beginning of the trips, he’d unloaded two different boxes of granola bars into his bag as snacks, along with a couple bags of chips from rest stops along the way, and wherever else they stopped for meals… but everything he’d packed was gone, by now. And, without having breakfast yet that morning, his stomach had been growling for nearly an hour. Sighing as he glanced over at another passenger, whose name he’d learned was Jackson, nodding along with what he was talking about. He was interested in the topic, relatively - but, honestly, he didn’t know enough about guitar to follow everything completely. He waited for the other to take a breath, before interjecting. “So, I’m starving. Like, my body is going to cave in on itself pretty soon… so I’m gonna try and find something to eat, do you want to come?”

Jackson was sitting outside for a while, needing the air and Stumpy was getting just a stir crazy in the motel as he was. They needed the air and the sun, even though there was still the chill of winter in the air. He buried his fingers into Stumpy’s fur as he continued to run his mouth to the person beside him, knowing he was one of the other passengers. Considering they were the only ones left behind by the others to wherever everyone else had gone. He had a bit of a talent to talk a lot about absolutely anything at all, after talking about the guitar for a while, it had shifted right now to original cheezits versus white cheddar groove cheezits. Was this possibly because Jackson was starving and had run out of his own snacks that he always tried to keep handy? Quite possibly, but he wasn’t quite so desperate that he had started to dip into Stumps’ snacks. “Dude, same,” Jackson replied with a groan and nodded eagerly in agreement. “I could really go for some Taco Bell right now...” he said wistfully, not knowing if there was one nearby, or if it would even be open with anyone inside. “Lets find something to eat,” he said, standing up and dusting himself off before hooking Stumpy’s leash back onto his collar.