Another one of these! Too much fun. I mixed the tenses around a bit this time. Present tense gets kind of annoying. Anyone is welcome to send dorky (or pressing) question about any of the Cable Car characters and I’ll get around to answering them.
Infandous: What topics will they refuse to speak about?
Sarah has managed to keep Helena in her own bed for the night. It’s a blessing and a curse, really. She’s got the whole mattress to herself, she can spread out— feel the stretch in her calves and toes. Still, sometimes the distance between them keeps her awake.
Every few hours Sarah wakes and rolls over. She can make out Helena’s skin, luminescent and squirming, and it pulls her from the warmth of her blankets. She steps quietly, avoiding piles of clothes and haphazardly strewn junk (Helena keeps EVERYTHING), until her knees press against the edge of the mattress. The other half of her soul is twisted in the sheets and her muscles are spasming— twitching and clenching.
Sarah sighs and leans over her, urging her with hands on shoulders, “‘Lena, hey, wake up.” Helena grunts and tries to dart up, but Sarah keeps her pinned to the bed. Her wild eyes meet her sister’s and she calms. “You was having another nightmare.”
“Oh…” Helena rubs the sleep from her eyes, “thank you.” But her hands over her face only serve to hide her fear from Sarah— the brunette knows the motion well enough.
Sarah watches her for a quiet beat before nudging her over and sliding under the comforter. Helena makes more room, but as soon as Sarah’s legs tangle around hers, as soon as her arm drapes over Helena’s side, she buries her trembling lip in the crook of Sarah’s neck.
Ktenology: Have they ever planned a murder, whether serious or not? If so, describe what they planned to do.
The rock was heavy in her hands as she shifted it from one to the other. She tightened her fingers against it, felt its cold roughness. “My name is Helena,” she said quietly. English was difficult and her tongue warped around the words.
“Yeah, whatever.” He kicked dirt over the fire, “Go to sleep. We’re leaving early. We’ve still got a thousand miles to go.”
She didn’t know what that meant— “What is thousand miles?”
He stopped, glanced over his shoulder at her, “It’s a thousand fucking miles.” She lowered her eyes to the rock, slowly warming, seeping the heat from her skin.
The nice man opened the flap of his tent and looked over at her. “He means that it’s a long way. A few more days in the car.” He scooted closer to the opening and pulled his feet up under him, “Are you hungry?”
The mean man crossed to the tent and stood between them, “Food costs extra, she knows that. Don’t you, Girl?”
She pressed the stone into the ground until it’s uneven surface dug sharply into her palm, “My name is Helena.”
Montivagant: How often do they get lost?
“Are you sure this is the right way?”
“Helena, I don’t remember this tree.”
Helena glanced over her shoulder at Felix, “That is because you have never seen it before.”
His eyes widened, “You have no idea where we are.”
“I do.” She stomped through the underbrush, leaving him slack-jawed behind her.
“You don’t!” He had to jog to catch up, hopping over a small fallen tree.
Helena growled, “Felix. We went a different way to get to the water. Now we go a different way back to the camp. There are more than one ways to go to the river and to go to the camp.” She pointed, “That way.”
He sighed and rolled his eyes, but he followed, because he didn’t have any other option.
Vernalagnia: Does their mood or outlook on life change with the seasons? If so, how?
Sarah jerks awake, her eyes rolling in her skull with protest as she scrambles to get her bearings. “Wha, huh?”
“Sarah, it is SNOWING.” Helena is gleefully jumping at the window, her breath fogging the glass.
The punk’s head falls forward into her hands. “Jesus Christ, Meathead. It’s fucking winter…we living in fucking Canada.”
Welter: What subject will they never fully understand?
The twins are curled on opposite ends of the couch with their noses pressed between the pages of The Scarlet Letter. “Sarah? What is a metaphor?”
Sarah scoffs, “Hell if I know,” she turns to look at Helena, “any ideas?”
Helena shakes her head slowly, “No.”
Xenization: How do they feel about interacting with strangers?
“Excuse me, hello,” she stuttered over her words, “yes.”
S turned wide eyes to Felix and Sarah, gesturing over her shoulder at Helena who was trying to buy a chocolate bar with the money she’d earned cleaning the house. ‘Impressive,’ she mouthed.
“May I have this please?” She loosened her fist and brushed the coins from her sweat-sticky palm.
The young punks rolled their eyes. They hadn’t helped, hadn’t earned a treat, and so they sat and stewed– this new girl was going to be a pain in the ass.