two trains sit on separate railroad tracks, one partially blocks from view by the other. a couple boards the second train. the ticket-taker on the one behind it call out "Who's riding?" we don't respond fast enough as we are walking towards the trains, so she almost tells the guys up front to leave without us.
once inside, the train seems almost completely one-sided, with a thin one-walled with small cubbies and seats. the couple that got on ahead of me finds two seats together. i must've thought i had soemone with me because i then was frantically looking for two seats together for me and soemone else. there were a lot of people, and they were spaced just so there wasn't any empty seats in a row, except for a single. the people weren't attractive, either by how they looked or acted. some were very rude and glared at me when i was politely asking if they could scoot down so i could have two seats together. after a while i finally gave up and walked elsewhere on the train.
so the train finally got more than one-sided, and i walked into one room where my friend Steve with a golden-ager lady who started asking me about my dreams. She asked if the number 5 was involved and i said yes. i wanted to tell ehr that that at the beginning how 5 played a role, but i was cut off. then she asked me about the number 3, and i said yes again. i was stretching the truth though, and knew it, because it was one of my favorite numbers. Then she asked about a situation but it wasn't right, it didn't really apply to me, but i let her feel like it did away. JP was there watching the encounter. i wasn't really keen on him seeing this since while there was truth, it is a false and stereotyped fortune-teller woman, from her heavy makeup to her clothes and attitude. The lady told me to clear away evil by waving my arms straight above my head in circles. She started showing me and then wanted me to join in. i didn't want to, knowing i was just humoring her at this point. JP's mom drifted by and shook her head disapprovingly at us. i knew JP was going to get a speech (meaning a big fight between him and his mom) later about me.
later still, without JP but in a room that was mine, i was lying on a bed staring at hand-sized chucks carved out of the walls creating a textured pattern like stucco. the chunks seemed to be carved in order to remove the pink with floral print wallpaper that still clung on in some places. Jeanne, a friend, and i are just sitting on the bed chillin', with disfused sunlight filtering in. we talked about the walls.
one of her friends is on the floor among the mess found there. there's no other furniture beside the bed, unless it was really covered up by all the random stuff in that room.
the door had a little panel window in it, and i could see people passing by, some that i knew were looking for me, to chase me. damn those angry train passengers....
i left the room, got chased around various hallways with lots of interesting dodge and sprints, and ended up back in my room trying to stuff a bookbags with all the essentials i needed for running away. i kept thinking about my dad and how angry he would be at me for it.
this led up to the big chase scene where it looked more like i was running around in a maze of a hospital or office building with the white walls, black rubber moulding, and i think tile floors. somehow, even if i had 4 or 5 blocking the hallway, i managed to slip by the random crowds of angry mobs. by this point i was convinced that the next stop was Paris.
in the last getaway i turned a corner and saw the exit, one of electronic doors found in hospitals. i had a bottle of selzer water and threatened to spray the mob of people chasing me with it. i don't think it was regular water though, and they ran away in fear. right before i could reach the doors, the kinda cute guy from Taxi (not Tony, but the one who wanted to be an actor) was lingering there and tried to lunge at me. i slipped out of his grasp and was able to fly from the place, putting their exasperated yells far behind me.
i wasn't that far from the train, but i knew how to dodge any followers. before i could get the lead i wanted though, my best friend chelsea pulls out of a parking garage in a beat up white sedan and howls wickedly at me, inferring i will still be caught. although daunted and nervous that one of my best friends was on their side, i knew i could still get away.
running through urban streets and towering buildings of Paris, i kept thinking to my survival and was glad i packed the backpack with warm and cold weather clothes along with money. i kept thinking i could use my credit card even though i was kinda afraid of my dad, but i knew my mom would be angry at him for this stuff with the train and the people.
i saw blues and rusted reds, and a few other colors, running through the buildings, but i finally found a place where i felt i could hide out. it was reminscient of my room on the train, not with the mess although random items were scattered here and there, but because of the door with the panel. and as dangerous as that panel could be, it helped me to look out than others to look in, and i felt fairly safe, even with people running by.
