Engine 21 (12) : Once, Destiny City had a functioning train station. Over the years the tracks took their damage, and the cost to repair couldn’t be justified. So the city let it, and the station, fall into ruin. Of course there have been rumors that the train station was a hot spot for ghouls, stuck in perpetual transit. Lost souls with no place to go. It’s not uncommon for trespassers to come out of the station claiming they saw some frightful apparition wearing outfits right out of the mid 1900s. Sometimes, they even hear the whistle of a train, or the clattering of the track as a phantom train rolls in. Engine 21 was the last train to depart from the station, allegedly, and derailed on the way to the mountains. There were no survivors, but the legend differs in how many souls were lost. Some say, if you stand on the platform at 3:33AM you can hear their screams forever cemented in an endless loop, reliving their deaths nightly. It’s not uncommon for people to say that the railroad crossings will mysteriously light up and lower despite no oncoming trains, and some have even said they’ve seen a phantom train speeding through the night. Maybe it’s just a ghost story, but maybe you’ve seen something, too.
3:33AM was roughly six hours and change away.
She’s heard the rumors and had been quietly curious, and debating whether or not she ought to come out to see what it was all about. Recent events even gave her a strange sense of security, wandering the city at night. She didn’t do it often, but Waipoua had gone on a patrol or two since her awakening and found it to be…not too exciting, if she were being honest, but she was starting to see things in a different sort of light. Considering the rumors and all, if the ghosts were real it was some sort of comfort to know that she wasn't completely helpless. Or at least, she could run away a lot faster like this.
Though...to come out in the middle of the night on a day off was tempting, these days she would much rather sleep at a decent hour to make the most of the following day.
But coming to the area at all had to count for something, and Waipoua contented herself with that thought while she made her way over to the train station.
“Magic’s real, so why can’t ghosts be?” she quietly asked herself. She’d just taken her first steps into the station and felt the eeriness quickly close in around her, and she had a thought that disturbing the silence would be a bad idea. Pulling a flashlight from her subspace, the Page turned it on and began to explore.
Whimsiical Blue
Borked on who this RP was supposed to be for. OTL Sorry for the double quote.
