Tello and Charlotte
Charlotte looked out from her window in the train with sorrow in her eyes. Her dainty gloved fingers touched the window gingerly as if she were imagining what life was like on the other side. She almost flew back in her box car when the train sped up, and then slammed on it's brakes. Tello definitely picked out a bad driver.
The bright, vibrant colored train was still for a moment, when a door slowly opened and it fell to the ground with a little thud. There stood Donatello with a bright smile on his face. He was dressed in a marvelous outfit complete with a top hat. He held a black cane in his hand and his fingers were gloved. Charlotte stood behind him in a black and white lace dress dappled with bows. Her gloved hands were covered in rings and her hair was pinned up with a black bow. It was, of course, a result of Tello's spoiling. She peeped over his shoulder as he spoke.
"Hello, my good friends," he said in a smooth voice - almost like a purr.
"As you can see, I finally got us our own train! Isn't that wonderful?" He laughed, gesturing to the long vehicle. His white teeth glimmered under the hot sun as he smiled brightly. He looked back at the people and his face turned slowly from a smile to a scowl.
"Not all of you are here, I see," he spoke in a low voice. Charlotte's eyes became wide with fear and horror. Her fingers covered her small, cupid's bow lips. Her eyes locked on a little boy's. She felt so sorry for him, if he had to witness what Tello would do when he got a hold of the people that were late.
Tello's frown was replaced with another dazzling smile.
"Well, don't just stand there, come in, come in!" He stepped to the side, and Charlotte took her place behind him once again. "The first cart is for Charlotte and I, the second is for the women, third is for the powder room, fourth is for men, fifth holds costumes, sixth holds animals, and the seventh boxcar holds equipment. We'll be going to London this time, isn't that exciting? Now, hop aboard before I leave you here!"