Egyptian Gods and the Mummy's Curse.

Or...five hours later.

sorry, I had to go >.<
I had a performance!
But anywho. Lemme get 'dem charries out.

Name: Grace "Gracy" Reeves
Age: 12
Appearence: Short blond bob, the front often held back with a little bow clip. Light blue eyes, and thin pink lips. Short for her age, but very graceful and bouncy - full of energy.
Special Skill?(Optional.): She's incredibly intelligent and observant for her age, and wants to be a detective when she grows up. For now she writes mystery stories, though no one has read the copies she has from her treasured typewriter.
Note: Leanne's little sister, they're Australian orphans.

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Name: Leanne Reeves
Age: 17
Appearance: Long, dark, wavy hair and brown eyes. Very different from her sister in looks, and a little more reserved in personality, too.
Special Skill? (Optional.): Nothing, Gracy dragged her along, she isn't interested in history.
Note: Inherited a large fortune from their parents, and directions to go to Egypt. Apparently they always hoped their daughters would see the amazing place, but there are other motives behind the parents' decision.

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Ooh, performance? What for?

Drama Club

Pavo? Burning house plz?

Oooh nice XD

XD hehe, my subtly needs practice

lol Ende

Nice about drama club, I'm a techie.
And coming, Ende.

Techies rock sox! I always wanted to be a stage manager or something, but I think hardcore tech stuff - lights, sound, etc - would be a bit much for me. Not so good with that sort of thing. But I'm good in the spotlight

Ah, I love drama XD theatrical, anyway...

I suck when it comes to building things. They just have me around for costumes. ;D

Mauve: I lay my head against the dirtied window as the train continues to fly past the usual arid scenes. Even with my eyes closed, I can feel the sunlight burning into my eyes. A thin sheen of sweat plasters my bangs across my forehead like wax and makes my bare legs stick to the seat. "Feeling home sick yet?" asks the Clown as he flips through a book. A smirk and put my cigarette holder to my lips. "What do you mean?" I ask. "I am home."

Costumes are fun, though I hate sewing or anything like that - stuff you learn in Life Skills. I liked doing makeup. :3

Should they all be on this train, or on a train in general?

I was wondering the same thing

Sure, that train works.

kk hang on

Jack watched the world go by through the dusty window out of the corner of his eyes, beads of sweat dotting his skin. Damn, it was hot. Was it always this hot here? Mr. McFarland was jotting things down with a pen, and how he could move a finger in this heat, Jack would never know. He listened to the murmering people in the seat behind him.

Gracy: I wrote feverishly in a leather notebook, the one mum and dad had gotten me for my birthday. My last present from them, my prized possession. I was recording every detail of the train ride, though most people seemed bored, I was entertained. There was so much to see, discover, explore.

Leanne: I zoned out of Gracy babbling to me as she wrote. I looked down at the book I was reading, not really reading at all. Just staring at words that meant nothing to me. I really should have brought something to do on this long ride.

Mr. McFarland suddenly looked excitedly up from his notebook and started babbling about some theory he'd come up with. Jack was too hot to listen, and only stared at him for a moment, nodding. Then his eyes wandered to the right, and he saw girls. He smiled slightly, only to get bopped on the head with a pen. "Are you paying attention?" Mr. McFarland asked. "Uh...yes, sir, very good. Splendid idea." Jack snapped back and pretended to pay attention.

Arthur: Soft groans sound beneath the seat and I nonchalantly kick my book back. It collides with something and I gear a crack. Most likely the knee cap. Although he won't be using it at the moment. I continue to hit things down in my journal as Mauve stands and stretches. "I have to pee," she says as she makes her way towards the door. I nod absentmindedly. Good for her.

(Let's see...how to make them interact?)

Leanne: I ripped out one of the end pages of the book, end pages annoyed me anyway, and folded it into a fan. Ahh, much better. I smirked at the kid who was being told to pay attention.

Gracy: I snapped my fingers in front of Leanne's eyes. "Hullo? Did you hear me?"

Leanne: I slipped my attention back to my little sister. "Uh, no..."

Gracy: I pointed out the window, a grin on my face. "We're here."

Arthur: I curse as I look outside. Typical Mauve, leaving to go somewhere and leaving me with the bags. Sighing, I bend down to the seat and start moving bags aroud, ignoring the frightened man looking back at me. I drop something on his leg and his eyes bulge out. If Mauve hadn't taken care if his mouth, he'd definately have screamed. I gin innocently and I've the last of my bags out, following the other passengers out onto the platform where Mauve is already waiting. "I thought you had to pee?" I say as I adjust my glasses. She blinks as though the idea were new to her and then continues to stretch. "Oh yea, forgot."

"Finally," Jack breathed, grabbed his small suitcase and hurried out of the train before Mr. McFarland coule tell him to slow down. It felt good to walk again. He looked around at the other passengers, who began to file out as well.