Ashley:
I sit in the back of the Van, looking at the others I sink farther into my seat, my knife in my back pocket, hoping they won't do a weapons check. I continue looking at the others...

Charlie shrank as much as she could into the corner of the van, shivering and whimpering. Everything was so new...so different...so horrible.
She didn't know where she was, or where she was going, and it terrified her.

Eyeing the other passengers suspiciously she watched every single one of them to make sure they didn't try anything. She had already spotted a knife in one girl's pocket, and at the moment trusted her the least.

All she wanted was to go home where she had her normal life. Not to mention her pills.

Alice was sitting in the car looking out the window. She looked perfectly content. Her legs were crossed, her purse and hands were in her lap and her back and shoulders were straight. If anything, Alice looked mello. She could've been resting on a cloud from how calm she was.

Though, it's her eyes you should look out for. Cold, calculating and precise. She analyzed her environments silently and correct.

a man walks back "Hello Kids, do any of you have weapons? We have a Metal Detector and Xray Machine, and we know at least one of you has something metal…"
He is obviously one of the guards we had seen when we got off the plane.

Charlie squeaked and curled up in a ball, violently shaking her head and turning away from the guard. Some of the other passengers gave her odd looks, but she could care less.

Ashley:
I stay quiet and push the knife farther in my pocket…Kara would have told him, since she knows what i have it for...

Mordred hung his head and let his long hair obscure his face from view. He hated being taken away. He didn't even look at the others. He knew all to well that there would likely be no one there he could relate to. Passing a sentence of silence upon himself, he thought of missed opportunities and mistakes. He was lost in a land of regret and completely distant from the rotting corpses packed into the van with him. That was another reason why he failed to look up; he was afraid of what he might see.

Calum rested his head against Astrid as they both sat in the bus together. He was sound asleep, and Astrid was glancing around the bus at the other passengers. She held her younger brother close to her as he slept. Once the guard walked past asking if they had anything metal, she held onto her necklace. "Does jewelry count?"

THe man looks at Calum "No…weapons, knives, and other things along those lines…\"

"Taking our armor!? And our weapons!? Leaving us defensless!?" The teen still wasn't looking up, but he was speaking loudly, and clearly addressing the man who greeted them. "What's next!?? Will you demand the iron from our blood?!! Will you tear the silver from our souls!!!?!?!"

With each question, his voice raised until finally he looked up and charged at that man with anger and fear in his eyes. He would take this tyrant to the ground.

Charlie turned her head slightly to get a better view of the current situation. She watched a young man charge at one of the guards.

The man side steps and tasers the young man "Stay down"

The youth shrieks in electric convulsions and lands gracelessly upon the ground. Breathless and barely concious, he does indeed remain on the ground muttering something about "treacherous knaves".

Jack glares at everyone from the very back of the van. He watched as a man looks around for anyone with weapons. He didn't have any problem, since his own aunt took everything from him before sending him off, except for a couple cigarette packs that he managed to sneak in his pockets at the last second. Then some other kid suddenly tries to mess with the guard. Jack's face heats up as he watched, but he pushed himself from saying something to that damned guard and bit the inside of his cheek,

The man walks back up front, closing the door and locking it.

Robbie watched in mild amusement as one of the new kids fell to the ground, his body wracked with electrical convulsions. He'd learnt early on which guards were the ones you could mess with without consequences and which ones would tase you without a second though. Unfortunately, the long-haired boy currently writhing on the floor didn't quite seem to know how to pick his battles. At least the boy proved valuable entertainment for a few solid seconds, momentarily distracting him from the horrid stuffiness of the van. The dusty seat cover was bound to ruin his clothes, too. A white polo tee from Ralph Lauren, and a pair of stylish khaki slacks, didn't any of these people know any respect? Scowling at no one in particular, the rhythmic tapping of his full brogue shoes resounded through the van. To quell his rising disdain, he once again cast his gaze at the one still collapsed on the floor, and he was glad to say he felt better almost immediately. Ill-concealing a smirk, Robbie turned in his seat to scope out the rest of the passengers. He spotted some familiar faces, and some not-so familiar ones. No one terribly interesting... yet. But, he was confident that it would change soon, and he couldn't wait to start getting into people's heads.

Damien watched as a guard walked up to him. "Have any weapons?" He said firmly.
"Why would I? I don't need defence, I'm immortal. So step away!" The guard tutted and scanned him over with the metal detector.

Lilette sat in her seat, hugging herself .She gasped and pulled away every time someone moved. When the metal detector came, she hugged herself even tighter. They scanned her over, and the beeping intensified. "Give us your weapons." He said, grabbing Lilette's arm.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" She shrieked, grabbing her knife and pointing it at him in defence. The guard grabbed the knife and walked away. Lilette was on the verge of crying.

Jack was little by little getting more annoyed at everything that was happening. He watched how the other kids behaved. A lot of them seemed to have their own sort of weird reality. In here, he was convinced he was the normal one and everyone else was crazy. One guy even looked like he was enjoying the way that the guard hurt the kid. He shook his head when suddenly he heard a girl screaming out. He just watched her there, knowing she's probably gonna be crying soon, but stayed still himself, fighting his urge to squeeze through the other crazy people in here to either talk to that girl or just jump on the guard.

Flint looked up, the van was packed with people.
He wasn't sure which ones he was imagining and which ones where real so attempted to stay quite.
A young man who didn't exist looked towards Flint "So what are you here for?" He asked wiping his runny nose
"Don't know, maybe because they think im insane, which .... might be true..." Flint said to no-one.
The imaginary young man walked over to Flint and stood in front of him.
"Well maybe you should just die then.." The man said angrily, then walked away.
Flint sighed heavily and glanced around the van again. Still not sure who was real or not, he held back tears of confusion.