*For the past while, Ennui had set itself in at full force- she hardly even noticed the many new people on the train, let alone aqquaint herself with them... but now was the time to break out of that, at least for a time. It had been a great many years since Ciel had celebrated Christmas, let alone give presents; she was never one for the more commercialized aspects of the Holiday, but the demand to participate in them was almost refreshing.

Finally deciding to emerge from the rafters of her disinterested dallies, Ciel prowled the passenger cart, peeking her head in each open door in hopes of locating her match.*

*Reminded of what she continuously put off from her earlier encounter with Buguese, Ciel stared down at the blank piece of paper in her lap. She wanted to write, of course.. but what to say to that one particular person? It wasn't that she was starved for topics- in fact, she had almost too many to count... but really, what to explain to someone who would already understand everything? It'd simply be a waste of time to divulge her location, let alone the entire scenario, and she was long past the point of warning him or urging him away from possible travesty back home.. the most she could wish for him to do is follow his own path with pride.

Ciel picked the cheap ballpoint pen up from off the bedspread and supported the paper on the cover of a book.

Stay Strong.

It was more than enough. She left the letter unsigned- he would know who it was from, and take his own meaning from it.

Hopping from her bed and out the door, she stuffed the paper in an envelope mid-step. Strolling briskly down the passenger cart's hall, she started her search for that supposedly unlocatable Conductor.*

[ooc: Apologies for not commenting around (as usual..)!-- but it seems by the time I get to someone else's entry, posting in it would almost be like butting in. :9 I'll work on being faster. For now, uh.. feel free to bump into Ciel?]

*Ciel had been browsing the local gun shop for the past half an hour or so. She was proficient with most forms of weaponry, though she was never one for firearms, always feeling like she lacked a sense of absolute control with them... but when the Conductor made note of Tim Gunn's Gun Shop in her announcement, she couldn't help but feel a little interested. It was a way to kill some time, at the very least.

Standing in front of a display case, Ciel's gone through several handguns in it already, never finding one that she had really felt comfortable with. The clerk sighs, handing off yet another gun- though they quite feel it's an unreasonable choice, it might as well be rejected with the rest of them.*

... Ah, I like this one.

*The clerk looked surprised, and a little relieved. What Ciel had in her hands was a rather famous looking gun. A six-shot revolver with a long barrel, designed for a .44 magnum cartridge. She admired the way the barrel looked when she pointed it upwards- so svelte, elegantly trailing back into the cylinder.. As if hypnotized, Ciel slid her credit card onto the counter. $150 hardly seemed like a steep price to pay for something of such beauty.*

*In the early evening, Ciel sits alone at a table in the dining cart, idly thumbing through a book. She hasn't been feeling well at all lately- though for a short while after becoming a passenger she had pushed the thought of duties back home to the back of her mind, she can't help but feel restless knowing that the most qualified would be unable to attend to them. Losing herself to the idea won't accomplish anything, but she just can't help but feel entranced by the scenario.

Sighing sharply, Ciel looks tiredly into her lukewarm cup of tea. Such feelings are the consequence of thinking alone, she reminds herself. *



[ooc: Mffffuuughgdsh. Sorry I was gone for so long- some crud went down in my home life that kept me from rping. Ciel's in one of those wistful moods, but underneath it all I'm sure she'd enjoy some conversation. Feel free to join her! I'll try getting around to some other posts later, and if you want to continue any threads I started with you before my absense, hit me up!]

*After the train had come to a stop in New Moon Settlement's rather small station, Ciel had quickly took her leave.
Breathing in the night air, she wanders an open, grassy field under the twinkling stars. Though far from the back of her mind are the people and responsibilities she left at home, the dewy night grass and chirping crickets put her heart at ease.*

[Ciel's just enjoying herself, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind some company under the moonlight. Feel free to come on out and talk with her!]