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paixaorpg2006-10-25 01:45 pm
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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.
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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Her head sank a little and she let out a sigh. With her options running out she had no choice but to reveal her location, and current scruffy appearance. She pulled down a cap to shadow her brown eyes, and took a deep breath.
"Pssst..." she hissed, leaning out from her hiding place, "Rodney!" she let out before slinking back behind the post & turning bright red in the cheeks.
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Squinting and tilting her head forward a bit to get a better look for far away, she saw the mass of reddish-brown hair and grinned. "Oh, it's Reno's twin!" she smirked to herself. Taking a step to confront her co-worker until a whispering voice caught her ear.
Psst...Rodney!
They knew Rodney...?
Sneaking up behind the girl, she placed her hands on her hips, shifting her weight. "And just who are we....?" she remarked suddenly, probably scaring the girl. Then again, she was kind of aiming for it.