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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 15, 2009 9:55:20 GMT -5
Vince ran as fast as he could (in his state) toward the station.
"Hold the train!" he drunkenly mumbled, tripping over the curb. "Hold the f**kin' train!"
He finally made it up the stone steps that led to the platform, but it was too late. He watched as the glowing, yellow light of the train faded into the dark horizon, along with his last chance of getting back to Fox Lake (a city about an hour from Chicago).
At first, Vince just stood there watching the blank skyline as the wind and rain battered him, but he soon began to get could. He only had a t-shirt on and a crappy Cubs hat that did nothing to protect him from the rain. He rushed over to a nearby group of benches covered by a small awning and sat down.
Vince spat out a stream of dip that had building in his mouth and took a sip out of his bottle (which was wrapped in a paper bag.) He had missed a train but never like this. Every other time, he knew there was another train coming, just in an hour or two. Now, he had to wait till the 8:40 train. Nearly eight hours of sitting there, in Chicago, with nothing to do.
Finally he decided to call up the friend he had gone to the "Crosstown Classics" game to see if he could crash at his house.
"Yo, Sabs, it's Rose. I was wondering if I might crash at your house tonight. I missed the last train back to Fox Lake, and I don't feel like buying a hotel. Call me back."
Vince hung up the phone and stuck it back into his pocket. He looked around the platform. There were a couple people besides him (some of which were there before him; some of which had arrived afterwards, out of breath, like Vince). He saw a cop standing around, and a few civilians. Then his eyes fell on the Marine.
"f**kin' Marines," Vince laughed, taking another swig of his MGD. "Eh...I guess they're better than Army or those f**kin' flight stewardesses in the Chair Force."
Vince laughed pretty loudily at this. It was a pretty stupid joke, but the beer was still affecting him (although the cold and the idea that he was stranded in Chicago were sobering him up.)
Eventually, Vince shut up and leaned back into the bench. He had been lookin' at the Marine every now and then, debating whether or not to yell something at him. In the end, he decided against it, reasoning that he was "Either a pr!ck fresh out of AIT that thought he was hot sh!t, or a LT. straight outta OCS that thought the same" (even though he was obviously too old to be either.) Either way, Vince decided to keep quiet and wait for his buddy to return his call.
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Post by .Merios on Jul 15, 2009 12:30:34 GMT -5
He had walked into the station just a few seconds shy of hopping on the train. As he watched it leave, he silently cursed under his breath and bent over, putting his hands on his knees panting a bit; he had run quite a distance to make sure he caught the train on time and he wasn't necessarily what someone would call a "long distance runner". Plus, the rain didn't help. Because of the water droplets from above, his hair was beaten into submission and lay on his forehead carelessly. He looked around himself and moved a few steps underneath a small awning nearby, still around the other people who seemed to have worse luck than himself. He just wanted to stay dry while he thought of a way to get out of this.
His eyes surveyed the area and took into account the people around him; a cop, a drunk, a marine and two females. Great, it's like happy hour at Cooper's... His eyes landed on the drunk as he was parading around, spitting and apparently trying to put two sentences or more together without slurring speech or tripping over his own blackened tongue. As the drunk sat down, Zack moved towards him but not quite too close- just enough to keep an eye on him; he could be a potential troublemaker. Odds are, Zack's stuck with these people until he figures out where he's headed for the night. His body seemed to move on it's own accord as he pressed up against the concrete wall behind him, crossing his arms.
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Post by Escachick357 on Jul 15, 2009 15:49:07 GMT -5
"Oh man!" Pepper moaned breathlessly as she turned her head up from the fold up map in her hands. The train was speeding away from her and she wasted more time than she thought she would by taking a trip through Pacha Boulevard. It didn't help that she also took another wrong street before heading to her shortcut.
It was just like her to get lost, but the normal route shouldn't have been blocked off. Now Elliot was going to worry about her missing the train. Pepper was never even forced to run on the original route in order to get to the train. She could have walked at the pace of a four year old and made it on time...when she got off work on time.
A raindrop fell on top of the open map. Quickly, Pepper folded the map back up and removed the mini-backpack off her back. She quickly opened up the backpack and placed the map near the front of the backpack so she wouldn't soak the other two maps. After zipping up her backpack and placing it in its original space, the girl turned her head at the others inside the station. She smiled and said one word to them, "Hi."
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Post by Reaper on Jul 15, 2009 16:09:45 GMT -5
Xanthira was panting heavily as she stood helplessly on the platform looking at where the train should have been, and then at the clock that told her she was late. Of course she was late. She wasn't even planning on taking the train. She shouldn't have even had to take it. Looking back over her shoulder toward the stairs hoping she had lost those goons for a bit. The mafia, of course her parents had to go and mess with them all those years back, and now because of her fool hearty attempts to seek revenge she had gotten messed up in them too. An from the looks of earlier they never forget people. As the rain started to come down she closed her eyes and held her face up to the sky. She had always loved the rain, and even better the thunderstorms. She let the rain soak her cloths, and plaster her hair to her head. She didn't even pay attention to those who surrounded her, and more than likely taking shelter under the awnings.
Eight hours till the next train, but she wasn't going to wait that long. Hopefully long enough for those idiots to leave her car. Then when it was safe she would be off to her hotel . . . no not her hotel. They would probably be waiting there for her as well. Guess she would have to be getting some new cloths. As for the time being once she got her car she was out of town once more. Though as her hand come up to scratch her head she thought long and hard. She could always go pay the leader a visit . . . frowning slightly she grimaced at the thought. No that would be death on site. Shaking her head as she looked down at the ground, causing the water to run from her cheek to her chin before turning into droplets. Why did it have to be his son that she killed. It was an accident. All she wanted to know was why, and she just let one thing move into another before he ended up over the building and plummeting to his death. Shaking the thought away she sighed a bit as she just stood there looking out into the distance.
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Post by Viral on Jul 15, 2009 17:00:19 GMT -5
Eric sat his his cruiser listening to the radio. He eventually rested his head back and went to sleep. He woke up to the rain thumping and pounding on his windshield. Groggily checking his radio for the time, he started forward. Oh d*mn, I'm late! He started up his cruiser and switched on the lights.
Eric raced through the streets, it wasn't too crowded due to the rain and he was stressed and relaxed at the same time. He took a curve too fast and his cruiser slid through the curve and flipped over onto the sidewalk. Suspended by his seatbelt, almost all of his police gear slid out of their places and dropped to the upside-down roof. He unlatched his belt and scrambld out of the car. Checking for any injuries, he noticed that his arm was sore near his bicep and his head and face had a few bruises. He took off running toward the train station all the while thinking, I'm late! I'm late! Eric raced through the streets noticing that he lost all of his gear and weapons. He snatched a crowbar from a broken hardware store window, noticing that he was in one of his "not so favorite" neighborhoods.
He shuffled up the stairs and seen the train leaving. Eric put his hands into his palms and started muttering curses. The rain continued to fall, getting his uniform a little cleaner and chilling him. He walked over to a bench and sat down, making sure his body was in one piece. He looked at the unsteady man, to the two women, and to one of the detectives from his station, then to the marine. He let his eyes linger on the women for a little bit and looked at the detective and the man spitting. Nothing I haven't handled before, then he shifted his gaze to the detective. Great just what I need, another pretty boy from the department looking over my shoulder. He sighed and let his head fall back.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 16, 2009 6:08:57 GMT -5
Thorton sighed, seeing that the train had already gone. He'd been at his office not three blocks away, filling out papers. Seven young recruits had showed that day, wanting to join up. He couldnt deny his commission check was going to be pretty sweet this time around, but the real pleasure he had gotten was seeing their bright and shining faces, ready for what they knew was going to be the hardest but most rewarding experience of their lives. That was the real reason he was in this job instead of on a beach somewhere in Hawaii sipping anything with a little umbrella in it and checking out the girls in grass skirts.
But what he hated was the damn paperwork. More than ten pages for one recruit had to be filled out and filed, and he couldnt stand leaving something undone. And from a combination of that and the fact that his manner of walking was half swinging his hip and using momentum to move on his left side, the three block walk was two minutes too late and he had missed the train.
Oh ya, its cheaper to not own a car. Public transportation is very reliable, and so much cheaper! Bulls***! If it was reliable, he'd be on his way home instead of stuck in the middle of Bumf**k, Nowhere with a merry little crew of poor saps who got rejected by the system of public transportation as well.
"Well f**k..." He muttered to himself, looking around for an empty bench. He didnt see one, so he decided to find someone he wouldnt mind sitting with. The drunk making bad jokes was out, that was for sure. He only hung around drunk people when he was drunk himself, and that only happened once or so a month. Usually on the "buy one get one free" night at his favorite bar.
He finally settled on the small girl with the pack, looking over a map. He made his way over, took a seat, and let out a breath of frustration. Sitting here all damn night. Great.
He unzipped his rain jacket and took off his cover, whipping it to the side to clear the excess water off before he started to roll in tightly to get the rest out. He put it in a leg pocket of his BDU pants and then reached for the breast pocket of the shirt. He pulled out a single cigarette and then a Zippo with the Marine Corp's logo on it to light it. He took a deep breath and let the smoke out slowly, depositing the lighter in his pants and leaning back on the bench. Long night ahead...
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 16, 2009 8:54:23 GMT -5
Vince grabbed the bulge of Skoal stuck in his lip and tossed it over the side of the railing before washing his mouth out with MGD.
"Jesus!" he exclaimed as something vibrated against his leg. He eventually realized it was just his phone, but, the tension, the silence, and the atmosphere of the night made him a bit edgy.
Vince frantically grabbed into his pocket, hoping to get his phone before it was too late. But, just like he was too late for the train, he was too late for the phone.
"Just my f**kin' luck," Vince hissed. He punched in his voicemail number and stuck the phone to his ear.
"Yo, Rose, it's Sabs. Uh....Sorry, but I got this girl comin' over tonight, and I don't really have any extra room. Once again...sorry. Hope you make it back alright. Bye."
"Sh!t," Vince sighed, sticking his phone back into his pocket. He stood up and prepared to leave, when, all the sudden, the platform began shaking.
"Don't tell me we're havin a f**kin' earthquake!" Vince scowled as the shaking became more intense.
And then, he heard it. At first, it was distant, barely audible. But then it began growing and growing until it was almost deafening. A whistle!
"What the f**k?" Vince muttered, walking over to the train schedule posted on the side of the pavilion. There, in bold letters, it said "Last Train: 12:35". And now, it was 12:55, and, unless his ears were decieving him, there was another train coming.
Soon, he was also able to see the light coming through the trees and around the bend. Though the light had a redder tint to it whereas most trains had a yellower headlight, Vince thought nothing of it. He was still in shock that another train was coming.
In a few minutes, the train was in plain sight, plowing through the rain that seemed to be signalling the next Deluge like a bat out of H@ll. It came to a screeching halt right in front of the crowd and stood idle.
Vince stood there, staring at the train, for what seemed like eternity. He stood there, partially because he still couldn't believe his eyes, but also because he was waiting for a conductor or something to come down. With his luck, he'd end up getting on a train that only went to Waukegan or something (and he'd much rather be in Chicago than Waukegan.)
Finally, seeing that no one was coming, Vince began walking down a couple cars to see if anyone else was in the train. Nothing. It was like a ghost town in there. He only scanned a couple cars before rushing back to the open door (fearing the train'd take off without him), but every car he saw was empty.
"Uh, do you know if this is the train to Fox Lake?" Vince asked, in know one in particular. He knew it was stupid since the others looked just as confused as he was, but it was worth a shot.
(OOC: Feel free to board the train.)
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Post by .Merios on Jul 16, 2009 13:55:50 GMT -5
Zack watched in disbelief as the train screeched to a halt before him. He didn't move a muscle, waiting for the conductor to step out and announce a location. The drunk had stepped up first. Seeing the odd train must have been a sobering experience for him since he didn't make some snide remark and insult anyone aboard. Zachary looked to the ground, sighed, and pushed away from the wall. He turned towards the staircase and began to walk away, heading back to the station. He felt a tingle on the back of his neck; his intuition. Something's telling him to stay and board the train.
"Ugh.."
He turned around and casually walked towards the open door of the train. Without thinking twice, he stepped aboard; instantly the nostalgic smell of cigarette and rich mahogany reached his nose- really strange for a public transport. This train looked like many others, so he didn't give it a second thought when he headed to the left and threw himself down on a bench, leaning back and crossing his legs as well as his arm, letting his jacket slide back a bit on his waist, revealing his Sig and his badge on his belt. If this train was the last train, he must have been off- the station needs a new clock.
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Post by Reaper on Jul 17, 2009 10:11:35 GMT -5
Xanthira stared oddly at the train before looking back at the others who looked just as confused. Something didn't feel right here, and as a thief she knew to go on instincts. An here it meant waiting for everything to be clear and then head back to her car rather than climbing on the train. Shaking her head she turned on her heals and headed down the stairs and back to the street. Not even twenty feet away from the platform and she seen them. Several cars driving in the dead of the night. Black cars looking for her, and when she took a closer look around she noticed men searching down the allies. Cursing under her breath she headed back up the stairs. It seemed that she had no choice but to take the train. She walked right past the drunk, and stepped into one of the open car doors.
Walking a bit before she took her hand and ran it threw her hair, slicking it back just a bit before flinging it forward to form a bit of a spike to help her hair dry easer. She looked to the man that was already sitting there, and her eyes toward the badge before she took a steat a little ways from him. Mafia behind and cops inside. This really isn't my day, she moaned inwardly. Shaking her head a bit before pulling her purse close to her, and adjusting in the seat.
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Post by Escachick357 on Jul 18, 2009 3:18:03 GMT -5
Pepper smiled at the guy that sat next to her and looked back at the train. She thought it was weird that a train would be coming at this time. The last ten times she missed the train, another didn't come for at least an hour or so. It wasn't even a full hour yet. Something about it didn't feel quite right. It was unsure where it would go.
However, if she stayed at the station waiting for the next train she recognized, it would be hours and Elliot would get worried about her and would assume that she got lost and couldn't find her way home. If that happened, he would tear up the streets of Chicago with Carlo just to find her. Then again, the train really might lead her home. It was a situation with equal amounts of positives and negatives.
She finally decided on waiting to see what everyone else was doing. If all or most of the others decided to go onto the train, then she would follow.
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Post by Mikey on Jul 18, 2009 12:03:59 GMT -5
This wasnt right... It couldnt be right... Could it? Another train coming around, just when so many people had missed it? Really? That didnt scream something to anyone else? Maybe he was just being paranoid. Up until a few years ago, he had been paranoid daily and it had kept him alive. The trains wernt automatic, they were run by people. And people made mistakes. He didnt see any kind of numbers on this train, and couldnt remember if there ever had been on others. So, who was to say that this wasnt the last train and the one they had missed was the second to last one, running a bit late. 20 minutes wasnt the end of the world for a train scedual to be late.
He took the now near done cigarette from his mouth after taking one last puff off of it and stubbed it out in the ashtray near the bench. He stood up with a bit of difficulty and started making his way over to the train. He stopped for a moment, out of habit, and looked inside. Three people so far, with the uniform and the kid still outside. Seemed like a majority to him. He limped inside, to the nearest bench and took a seat. He looked out the window at the other two, seeing if they would decide to get on or not.
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Post by Viral on Jul 19, 2009 13:55:05 GMT -5
Eric sat straight up in his seat. Seeing one person after another board the train he started towards it. 'Nother one came, or I'm early, either way, I'm good for a ride. He noticed the man limping inside the train. He started to say something but thought better of it. Turning to the girl still standing on the platform he said, "You need help miss? I think this is the last train till morning." Stepping backwards towards her he said, "This is a dangerous neighborhood, I don't think it's a good idea to stay here alone. If you don't want to go, I can stay with you." Standing upright, he tried to be impressive so she would know he would protect her, should she decide to stay. "I don't got much but this crowbar can speak for itself if someone tries to mess with a cop." He flashed a grin and waited for her response.
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Post by Eric "X" Snyder on Jul 19, 2009 14:45:13 GMT -5
After seeing most of the others get on, Vince decided to join with them. He still had an uneasy feeling about it, but what was the worst that could happen? He'd seen trains run late before. A tree might have fallen on the tracks or something, who knows?
Vince walked past the cop and the girl as he made his way to the train. He was about to say something to them, but decided against it. He was lucky the cop hadn't said anything to him so far, and besides. He was a cop. He could take care of himself.
Once he got on, Vince looked to his left and right, trying to find where their were others. He saw the people who had been waiting at the platform with him and decided to go sit down in there. He took a seat close to the door, close to the Marine.
He sat there waiting for the train to start, but it wouldn't budge.
"Maybe they're waiting for the others?" Vince thought. Nah, they wouldn't do that. Especially if they were running late. If they were waiting for them, wouldn't they send someone out, anyways? In the end, he decided not to worry about it.
"Marine, right?" Vince asked the man. Vince already knew he was a Marine, but he was just trying to make small talk. "I'm in the Navy. Name's Vince."
Vince extended his hand to the Marine.
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Post by Escachick357 on Jul 20, 2009 6:10:08 GMT -5
Pepper watched as the others started going onto the train one-by-one. Although only one person stayed back, it was apparent to her that it was just because she was unsure if it was the best thing to stay back. However, the cop did make a good point about this being a bad neighborhood. She'd never been beaten, but she'd seen people beaten and stabbed by the wrong crowd, especially when she normally took the train home from work with her best friend Carol. If Pepper would stay at the station alone, she would no doubtedly be mugged for the ring on her finger. If she stayed, Elliot or Carlo wouldn't be able to come and get her. She would be safer on the new train.
Pepper smiled at Eric and answered, "It's okay. We should go onto the train. My fiancee would worry about me if I was here alone." Before stepping onto the train, she headed towards a bulletin board. She opened her pack and removed her mini notebook and a pen. On an empty page, she wrote in legible handwriting:
To Elliot DiMaco,
Elliot, I took the train home. I'll be home soon.
Love ya.
Pepper Wheeler
The girl tore out the page and stuck it onto the bulletin board, above an advertisement for guitar lessons by using the same tack. Elliot would see it and go on home to wait for her. It happened before and it would happen again. With the pack on her back again, she motioned for Eric to follow her and walked onto the train and took a seat near everyone inside.
"Does anybody have a phone I can use for a second?" she asked out loud.
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Post by Viral on Jul 21, 2009 15:44:54 GMT -5
Eric nodded his head and padded along behind the girl onto the train. He took a seat near her, but not close enough to be called a stalker if she thought he was getting too friendly. He leaned his head back and put his hands behind his head. "Anyone know when this bad boy leaves the station and gets outta here?" He thought for a second, " Did anyone even know there was another train?" He sat up and put his hands closer to the crowbar, thanking himself that he kept it.
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