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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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Avoiding eye contact with Rod, she crossed her arms under her chest as she turned to address Myra; subconsciously emphasising the strain of her chest against the boiler suit. "Elena." Shortest introduction possible.
"You worked with my sister. You should remember her; looked a lot like me, was also good with a gun. She died years ago." She paused before breaking the bad news to Myra, "So did you. Most of the Turks you know are dead except for Tseng... and Reno & Rude." She grumbled out their names.
"There's only four of us now" she glanced briefly at Rod, "'Fucked up' enough for you?"
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Turning her attention to Elena, she brushed some hair behind her ear. "Elena, huh..? Oh!" she blinked in realization, pointing at the woman, "I remember you now...man, you grew." Myra's expression turned sour as Elena's words reached her ears. Her sister died...? When? Myra frowned, trying to piece everything together. She had just talked to Elena's sister yesterday and...
So did you. Most of the Turks you know are dead
The rest of the sentence never registered, Myra felt a sick feeling in her stomach. That was impossible...they were all here, weren't they..? When did they...how did they...?
Shaking her head, she regained her composure and looked at Elena, "Yeah I'd say that, that's…pretty fucked up for the both of us."
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"Yeah. Sorry" she sighed again.
"No-one knows why we're here or why we've been taken from different times. I was hoping that Tseng or the President would be here to explain the situation."
Thoughts began to race through her head. Just where was the President? Was he safe? Where were Tseng, Reno & Rafe? Shouldn't they have been here first? What if something had happened to him them? With all these 'Old Turks' around, where was her sister... and would she remember the fact that they made amends for the years of sisterly fighting... and did her sister do anything as improper as having an affair with one of her colleagues!?!
She cast a quick narrow-eyed suspicious glance at Rod, then disguised her glance as she continued to look around the station for somewhere suitable to change back into her suit.
OOC: Sorry for deleting & reposting a couple of times. I got my html tags messed up!