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 Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 12:11 pm
Maren was just going to sit down when the train started rocking wildly. Finally, the train stopped pitching back and forth. He checked himself for cuts, but there were none. Bruises, however, were starting to form from where he had hit the walls. Then he looked for the two portraits that had been on his nightstand. Somehow, the wooden-framed one had no damage to it. The older one in the pewter, however, had its glass broken into half a dozen pieces. Maren blinked back a tear at this as he carefully pick both pictures up. "Kit," he quietly murmured. Getting to his feet, he stowed them in a drawer. True, the train was not, could not move, but better safe than sorry.
On a whim, Maren slung his quiver over a shoulder, strung his bow, and took it with as he left his cabin to see what was the matter. Following the car toward what had been the front of the train, he was stopped by a throng of people. Whispers and cries told him that the hostess had been found dead, apparently murdered. This was quiet disturbing to Maren, and he turned away from the scene. With skin blanched of color, he sought an exit from the car. He felt as though he could not breath, and needed air. Not again, not again, not again, kept running through his thoughts.
When he found the door, Maren fumbled it open and left the confines of the train. He stood still for a few moments, taking in deep breaths of air, trying to calm his overloaded mind. He then began to walk away from the car, only to be stopped by the sight in front of him. There were a multitude of trains here, some in good shape, others clearly wrecks. Maren could only gape at the sight. "What is this place?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 06, 2010 4:13 pm
Being a small animal tumbling around in a cabin had been unsavory for Iwa, smacking its head against something that hurt and left a big scratch on its head that began to bleed.
When the train finally stopped, Iwa readjusted its bow and found that there was a giant train graveyard outside.
Not too willing to deal with the commotion outside, hearingthe knews of someone on the train murdering Katherine, Iwa picked up the hardest thing it could find, a metal spoon, and smashed the remainder of its window.
Leaping out, Iwa began walking off to the nearest train, dabbing the cut with its own paw.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 5:00 am
She finished her writing and turned to look at the other passengers. She hoped explanations would not be entirely necessary, but then someone had just been murdered and here was she, standing with swords on her back. Would that not seem strange? She braced herself for any questions she was now to face.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 6:01 am
Picking herself up from the floor Olivia caught a glimpse of her dishevelled appearance. Absently she straightened her skirt and patted her hair into place.
After leaving the dining cart, (to allow the staff to clean and prepare dinner, again) Olivia had arrived back at her cabin and had been engaged in reading another mind-numbing chapter when the world had lurched and she was deposited on the floor of the cabin. It was all rather unceremonious.
‘This whole train ride has been an utter circus. It’s quite upsetting’ Taking a deep breath to calm the nerves, (and refrain from biting the head off the next person she met) Olivia calmly opened the door and went in search of someone who knew what was going on.
She didn’t have to go far as only a few doors down there seemed to be a group of people clustered around a cabin door. ‘If the passengers have been seriously hurt by this debacle then I will take legal action against this company.’ Striding to the crowd she briefly noted the other passengers. Oddly enough the rat girl was crying and the witty boy was holding a pipe as Olivia made her way through the crowd. ‘What are those two doing?’ Olivia frowned.
A sharp flash of light briefly blinded Olivia and turning she saw the tourist holding a camera looking rather ashen faced. ‘Good, someone has realised the importance of the situation and is taking evidence for the courts. Legal action really must be taken.’ About to congratulate and introduce herself Olivia was distracted yet again by a movement out of the corner of her eye. Both eyebrows shot up as an odd lady with rather business like looking swords and a notepad finished writing.
This was all quite ridiculous “Now excuse me, but what exactly seems to be going on here” Olivias haughty tone cut through the air ‘I’m quite fed up with everything’ glancing at the occupants again she continued “This is all...” a figure on a chair, previously unnoticed abruptly caused her to cut off her tirade. “Oh... is... that is... this is” Smoothing her skirt distractedly the pieces of this odd scene slotted into place. Shaken, Olivia took a step forward and reached out to check the pulse of the cabin girl. It was a useless gesture. The girl was obviously dead however she had to check, only fools assumed things. Letting her hand drop she looked around and spoke in an unsteady voice “Exactly, what is going on.”
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 1:10 pm
She looked up. Almost suprised to see someone talking.
"I believe you are all quite aware of the situation. The train has crashed and derailed, we are now suck in a crater with a number of other crashes of trains from... well as long as there have been trains. Think of it as a train graveyard. The tunnel has collapsed and so we must sit and wait for rescue."
A calm smile slipped across her face. "As I'm sure you are also aware, having checked for the young ladies pulse, we also have a murder on our hands. So this could well be the graveyard for us all as well as the trains. Now, if you'll excuse me I think gathering all those that have survived and checking for any supplies on board is the most sensible thing. After all, we have no idea how long we will be stuck here."
With that she brushed passed the other passengers and then started searching the train for all remaining alive passengers and any food and drink that had been left, not that she needed it, but she might as well try and keep the other passengers alive for as long as she could... after all, there was a murderer loose.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 5:24 pm
♦ ♣ ♥ ♠
To those still in the room with the body, there were a few additional details that were now visible. The object in Katherine's mouth had been a wad of paper- a small wad, probably half a sheet of so. Without uncrumpling it, you couldn't see if there was anything on it or not.
There was a small diary laying in the corner beside the door, now under some broken glass. There was a pen marking a page that Katherine had last been writing in- it had likely ended up on the floor during the derailing.
There were animal hairs on the body, though it was difficult to tell if they'd arrived there during the murder or while the room was being raided after the derailing- or even while Katherine was in contact with the animals in the kitchen earlier in the night.
Meanwhile, outside, an additional figure had emerged from the wreckage of the other trains- apparently drawn through the darkness by the fire. She had appeared about halfway up the crater in the pile of old trains, sitting on an old passenger car as though she were on top of the world. She wasn't much to look at; her hair hadn't been brushed in months or longer- it reached her waist and was bound at the shoulders, but was otherwise a wild and unruly brown mess. You couldn't see her eyes from the distance- her clothes looked torn and old, certainly filthy and unwashed. She seemed to be wearing shoes, but you somehow knew that they were either not the right size or were falling apart to the point of being useless.
She was crouched down, her weight on the balls of her feet- watching the fire. She didn't seem aware of the presence of people, as she couldn't see them through the darkness. She watched the fire for a few more moments before picking up makeshift polearm with a rather nasty looking metal blade on the end and beginning to work her way down towards the flames. She moved with a speed that suggested that she'd done this many times before.
♦ ♣ ♥ ♠
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Nespin Fernagon Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 5:31 pm
(A perfect match for my current avi~)
The man looked up, and blinked. A person?
...
An armed person. And if they lived in a place like this, they were probably feral - a wild woman. Not safe to talk to. He slipped back into the train, moving quickly until he reached where other people are. He spoke softly - "Trouble. We're not alone here. There's at least one rather wild looking person coming closer, and she's armed."
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 9:35 pm
Iwa noticed possible danger, perking up wildly as its instincts began to flare up. Camouflaging straight into the shadows of some debris, Iwa silently stalked the girl's movements.
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 9:48 pm
Dia slowly and carefully uncrumpled the paper. Once the paper smooth enough to read she quickly read it to herself.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 8:57 am
A flicker of movement caught Maren's eye. A man wearing a suit was heading toward the train as if he belonged there. Which, considering his appearance and the desolateness of this place, he probably did. Maren nodded to the man as he noticed another moving figure, further back. One that was creeping toward the train from one of the many other trains. Maren reached back to his quiver and pulled out one arrow. He brought it to his bow, but did not pull back the string. Thus armed, he carefully approached the woman, who was now by the fire of the exploded engine. In a neutral tone, he spoke. "Greetings."✿
[[Nessy, is your character based on your current avi, or how should he be described?]]
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 1:02 pm
 Trapped. In an unknown place. With little or no supplies. And a murderer among them. 'Why did she have to say it?'None of it came as a big surprise, he had figured out most of it by himself already. But now that someone had said it aloud there was no more denying it was true. Jan clasped his free hand over his mouth and swallowed heavily. A strong taste of bile remained on his tongue, adding to his general nausea. Something warm and wet began to slowly run down his neck as blood soaked through the thin piece of cloth pressed to the wound on his head. Weary eyes wandered thought the cabin, resting on every person present for an instant before moving on as another man entered the room, proclaiming more disaster. Trapped. In an unknown place. With little or no supplies. And a murderer among them. And another enemy outside.Letting himself slide down against the wall Jan sat on the ground, knees drawn up, and stared at nothing in particular.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 2:51 pm
Mrs. Edel woke up in a daze.
Her head throbbing, she turned herself over and stared at the ceiling.
"What happened..." she murmured to herself.
"An announcement came on apologizing about... something.
It's not important now anyways.
I woke up.
I was unpacking, when, when... when what?
....
Terrible screeching.
I was against the wall.
Then the other wall.
The world was spinning...
We're not moving anymore.
Did I black out?"
With that final thought she got up, untangling herself from the quilt she had wrapped herself in. For some reason the cabin had felt chilly to her at the time, but perhaps it was just her old age. Mrs. Edel was thankful for it now, as it was what probably kept herself from sustaining any real injury. Just a few bruises on her arms and legs, along with a sore back. Her head had cleared now, with the pain having subsided to a dull ache.
Taking a look around, she noticed that most of the room was still in order. Nothing was broken either, not even the window or the full length mirror on the wall. "They don't quite make these like they used too! Everything's bolted down good and tight," she remarked to herself. Her luggage though, was not, and had its contents strewn about all over the floor. The woman spied a bottle of pills and picked it up.
"These will do nicely," she said. Mrs. Edel bent down and started rummaging through her belongings for the water bottle she packed. In the search she also found her glasses, albeit with a cracked lens from their little misadventure. Popping a few pills, she was starting to feel like her old cheery self again.
Looking out the window, she saw that it was almost completely dark. Putting on her glasses, Mrs. Edel could see a little better into the distance. Something was not right... there was no moon or stars in the sky. The only light outside had an usual golden quality to it, and it occasionally wavered, like fire. She squinted in the light, seeing odd shapes. Other trains?
"There must be tens... no hundreds of them." Questions started racing through the poor woman's mind. Where are we? Why is it practically pitch black? How did the other trains get here? Why so many? Have they all been derailed? What about the people inside them? What about us? Is there even an "us"? Am I alone?
She suddenly ran to the door and swung it open, wanting desperately to get out as quickly as possible.
Standing there, was a woman in a bright red cloak. Her hand was up in the air, as if she was just about to reach for the doorknob.
Mrs. Edel fainted.
/length of post makes up for infrequency xD
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 2:57 pm
She looked startled for a moment, thinking that most of the passengers had probably moved by now.
"Oh s**t."
She quickly put the older woman in the recover position and ripped a page out of her note book with an explanation. Admittedly a short one.
"Looking for survivors.
Train derailed.
Looking for supplies.
Tunnel collapsed.
Murder on board.
Katherine dead.
Watch your back.
There are other here."
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 4:52 pm
Asmaren A flicker of movement caught Maren's eye. A fox-man was heading toward the train as if he belonged there. Which, considering his appearance and the desolateness of this place, he probably did. Maren nodded to the man as he noticed another moving figure, further back. One that was creeping toward the train from one of the many other trains. Maren reached back to his quiver and pulled out one arrow. He brought it to his bow, but did not pull back the string. Thus armed, he carefully approached the woman, who was now by the fire of the exploded engine. In a neutral tone, he spoke. "Greetings."✿
[[Nessy, is your character based on your current avi, or how should he be described?]]
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Nespin Fernagon Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 5:57 pm
♦ ♣ ♥ ♠
[Honestly, there's more serious RP going on than I was expecting also xD It's nice though.]
The woman with the polearm seemed surprised to see another person, and carefully studied Maren for a few moments. Her posture seemed defensive, not aggressive. You did not anticipate that she would attack unprovoked after a friendly greeting. Her eyes were a very intense blue with a strange sort of primal glow about them, though at the same time they reflected enough reason to indicate that she was a woman of fair intellect.
After a few tense moments, she lowered the blade a bit- though it didn't seem that she was able to speak very well if at all. She bobbed her head a bit in greeting and then dropped the blade off to the side, completely out of fighting stance- though still close enough to be ready should the need to use it arise.
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The piece of paper taken from Katherine's mouth didn't contain any words- it contained only a smudged pencil drawing of what looked like a cornflower.
♦ ♣ ♥ ♠
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