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Character(s): Rodney St. Germain … Rod(M) or Player A and whoever else joins. (Aki? Elena? Bored Turks?)
Content: Niflheim station to the Central Station.
Setting: Central Station
Time: Late-afternoon
Warnings: None yet



Rod disliked trains. In fact, he disliked any machine he wasn’t in control of. He was not the sit and ride sort. Besides, he was trying to figure out how he was going to explain trading away the President’s car keys for a train ticket. He’d try to give the man some gil, but that had been ignored. When the guy had seen Rod’s keychain, he’d offered him a ticket for a few of them. There had been no sorrow in parting with Rude’s carkey and Veld’s office key (which he wasn’t supposed to have a copy of), but the President’s worried him.

Well, according to Elena and Aki, they were stuck here anyways, but if he did somehow find himself back in Midgar, he was going to take the old standby of blaming Reno.

“I don’t know how it happened, Sir, but Reno bumped into me in the hall and then I found that my keys and wallet were missing,” he muttered to himself. That sounded like a good excuse to him. Everyone knew that Reno was nothing more than a thief. Letting that concern go, he stared out the window in clear boredom until they announced the arrival at Central Station.

“Finally,” he growled as he got the hell off the train. Rod didn’t see how people rode them all the time. It would drive him crazy. Looking around, he didn’t see any black suits among the rushing people yet.

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The freight train pulled into a different section of Central Station, allowing for the general public to commute without the ugly face of industrial materials under their nose. Jumping off the train was a piece of cake for Elena, but a blonde girl in a sharp suit wasn't so easy to blend in among the boiler-suited railroad workers. She had therefore resorted to the classic 'knock someone out and steal their clothes' routine.

However, by the time she'd slipped out of the freight area and into the general station among the general populace she again looked out of place. But this time as a blonde girl in a boiler suit that hung too low between her legs and didn't quite stretch far enough across her chest. She darted across to a tall pillar and slunk behind it looking for somewhere discreet to change beack into her trademark Turk suit.

"Please, please, please" she thought to herself, "Don't let any of the others see me like this!"

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"All right, where the hell are they?" Rodney asked outloud, scowling to himself.

Swinging his e-mag from one hand, he stalked down the platform. It was just like them to ditch him. Well, he'd show them. Just wait until the coffee maker or the microwave wasn't working next time and they wanted it fixed. Just where would good old Rodney be then? Hmph.

The people of this place were beginning to creep him out. All of them looked the same. There was something off about so many washed-out, blonde and blue eyed people in one place. Not to mention that none of them seemed to have a will of their own. He felt like he was trapped in some bad movie where all the characters could only recite a cheaply written script.

One bumped into him and the resulting snap of electricity sent the man stumbling back and away with a screech. Glaring at the pale freak, Rodney snorted and switched back off his EMR.

"Get up, you wuss. That was the lowest setting!"