#;cecil

[Late Night Meme from @odditymuse for Cecil.]

"The trees are kind of spooky..." // from cecil bc it feels like a very cecil thing to say while either drunk/high ----------

New York State, on the way to the Canadian border ...

... What? Thera frowned, head turning to look at the man who'd spoken. Well ... 'man' if she was feeling kinder; or not as tired, inconvenienced and downright cranky as she was now. Behind them the bus driver was closing up the luggage bays, his half a dozen passengers hauling cases with them as they crunched across the gravel path.

What had started as a straightforward run from Manhattan aboard the overnight Greyhound gone awry, diverted part way due to landslides across the road somewhere ahead. Details were scarce, and the dispatcher had advised finding somewhere to stay until morning, rather than pushing on through.

Which landed them here, in the driveway of an elderly roadside hotel somewhere in the vicinity of Finger Lakes. With their luggage, their night interrupted and, apparently, some kinda spooky trees. If Thera had to make a snap call about it, she'd say the entire damn place looked spooky; the kind of place that made you glance upward, just in case Mrs Bates was rocking in the window.

She sighed, studying her fellow passenger - they guy she'd pinned as a bit of a disaster from the get-go. Either stoned or in withdrawal, tucked away in the rear corner seat and avoided by the rest, now standing a few paces behind her with a battered duffle bag that matched his battered jacket, maybe a twitch accompanying the shadows under his eyes.