[ (( Before PJ:EG, not exactly P:EG-AQ related ]
[ Rory stands around, shifting his feet while waiting for the train to arrive, luggage in hand. Now, Lawrence wouldn’t call himself an impatient man, really, not at all, he swears! Though… throughout his many, many, many years of using public transportation… Did trains really take this long to arrive to a station? He could’ve sworn they didn’t… Well, whatever, really, all it means is more time to kill. ]
[ The stagehand looked around, humming a little made-up tune to himself as he did. Normal, boring looking train station stuff, nothing too out of place or interesting… sigh, sigh, sighhhhh... He looked over at the different sorts of people waiting along the benches or standing around, same as him, before a certain someone caught his eye. ]
[ Her hair was shorter, but it was definitely the same shade of brown, albeit with… quite a few gray hairs, really, and he swears he recognizes that purple hoodie with the star on it… But it could all just be a coincidence, yes…? ]
[ Attempting to not draw attention to himself, Rory slowly walked over near the bench, rolling his bag over before standing near it awkwardly, side-eyeing the girl. ]
[ … Aughh, how was he to start a conversation like this …? Why did he even approach her anyway, this was a bad idea—-maybe, if he just left right now, it wouldn’t be too awkward…? Oh, who is he even kidding, that’d be way too weird! ]
[ And so he just. Stands there. Awkwardly. ]
[ Hazel hadn’t slept her usual four hours and thirty minutes last night. By how she was desperately trying to keep herself awake by writing on the papers attached to the clipboard covering her face, this much was obvious. ]
[ The only things keeping her awake on that park bench were excitement, fear, and the many, many cups of coffee she ingested. After all, it had been a long time since she last stepped inside of a school, or even had an education… Was it five years, or so? She couldn’t tell you even if she tried. There was no perceivable way that she could pass all of her classes without fail—-why had she agreed to this arrangement again…? …Ah, right… ]
[ “ This’ll be good for you! You can make friends, go outside, and make up for your education that you… well, missed out on. “ ]
[ “ I already have you and Mr. Augustine, though. “ ]
[ “ … That… that really isn’t enough, Hazel. “ ]
[ Sigh… Spare her, Ms. Augustine. Spare her. ]
[ Although she really didn’t want to go, not listening to her sister in law would most certainly result in some disappointment and… sadly, mandatory days off. Plus, after some reassurance and the guarantee that they could still help out with projects and other issues, while they were at Eden’s Garden Academy, Hazel didn’t see a reason to not go, other than missing her bed and the other two Augustines, all of which she never truly saw much, as much as she hates to admit it.]
[ So, here she was, one leg bouncing rapidly and another perched onto the front of the bench, hanging onto it for dear life as they waited for the train to arrive. ]
[ The sound of a luggage bag’s wheels snapped her out of her thoughts, and they looked up slightly to the sight of a man dressed in Sickly Victorian Child-Like clothing standing stiffly near her bench, attempting to sneak a glance at her from time to time. ]
[ She cleared her throat to grab his attention. ]
“ … Uhm. Hello. Do you… need something? “
