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 on a midnight train going... to queens?, tagged: lalita
Tinkerbell
Twenty Five
Shrinkage
Hair Stylist
Pansexual
She/Her

played by Zee28 posts • prefers She/Her pronouns

only got one life


It was late. Elody was tired and it was late and she was waiting for the midnight run of the train. The first time she stumbled upon it, she hadn't meant to. She'd been looking for a place to sleep for the night and there were stairs that led down to somewhere that promised refuge from the rain, so she'd gone. Elody hadn't ever been any good at not doing something entirely reckless. She did what she thought about doing when she thought about doing it. It often left her in sticky situations. Usually, Elody could work her way out of it - flash her innocent smile - and she was free to go. But when it came to not having a place to stay and needing to find a place to crash? That wasn't something she could innocently smile her way out of. So she had to find some place, even if it wasn't the smartest decision she'd ever made.

The first time the train had appeared, it had scared the shit out of her. City Hall Station didn't have a train that ran regularly. Or at all. The subway was an abandoned one, a work of art that was long forgotten because it had been greatly overestimated. Now it was a tourist trap, quiet only in the dead of night or early morning. Elody never tried to come down here throughout the day as there was no point in doing so. Around noon it was closed for lunch, but any time other than noon and midnight was a death wish. Regardless, a train hadn't ever run in this subway so the possibility of one doing so now was astronomically low. Except that particular night, the train had pulled up in front of her and the doors slid open. It was a simple subway train, sleek and black instead of the rusted and dented silver. There had been a voice in Elody's head, of course, that told her to not get into this weird mystery train but she'd never been good at listening to that voice.

So she'd stepped in and the train had whisked her away from the heart of Manhattan where she'd been trying to find a place to sleep. She hadn't known where it would go or stop or whether or not it would ever stop. Elody sat in the back of the car, watching the darkness outside the window. She didn't know how long she'd been sitting there when the doors had slid open again, a man in a black suit wandering in. He seemed surprised to see her, but tipped his hat in acknowledgment before sitting near the middle of the car. The train sped by again and there was silence. Elody had thought, briefly, about asking him where this train went, but she didn't - thinking better of it. New York wasn't the best place for conversation with total strangers. Besides that... when she looked over, the guy had taken off his hat to reveal pointed ears - very pointed ears. Then, while the train was still in motion, he disappeared into thin air - dissolving almost into a mist. Elody would have thought she was high if she didn't know any better.

That first night, she'd ridden the train in hopes of catching another passenger to ask them what the fuck was going on. She knew weird things happened. Fuck, she shrank when she was upset and throwing a fit. But this was a different kind of weird. No one else had appeared, though, and by the time she was about to give up and get off at the next stop - a voice came over the loud speaker informing its riders that the last stop was coming up. Well, that was fine. She was ready to get back into the streets of Manhattan anyway. Except... that's not where she'd ended up. She was in Brooklyn. How was that even possible? Elody figured that it was best not to ask. She just kept using the train for a quick way to get through the five boroughs of the place she loved so much.

This particular night, Elody sat on the ground as she waited for the train to appear. It slid in, sleek and silent, and she pushed herself up - heaving her bag onto her shoulder as she did so. It was empty for the night, but she doubted it would be that way in a short while. At least one or two other people would end up joining her for a trip to wherever. Elody dropped her bag onto the ground next to a bench seat against the windows, slouching down in it and closing her eyes, listening to the zooming of the train as it went through this tunnel it shouldn't be going through.

Shock | 798 words
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Shock
Twenty One
Shock Wave Emission
Bartender
Demisexual
She/Her

played by Phoenix36 posts • prefers She/Her pronouns

when people still believed in
MAGIC+
MONSTERS

Lalita was content with having the days dedicated to her studies and the witching hours working for Jackson. Fortunately for him, she was a night owl, so going home this late was never a problem. City Hall Station had it's fair share of kooky characters, which made the ride much more eventful. Every time she entered, the young woman never got tired of staring at the curved entryways, vaulted ceilings, and intricate skylights. There were many urban legends that either kept people away, or the curious searching for a thrill. Those that braved the abandoned platform came into contact with a mysterious spectral train dating back to the opening days of 1904. They say if anyone peeks inside, it's lavishly furnished with leather couches, silk curtains, and even a wood-burning stove. A classy way to haunt the normies, right? However, the true horror came from an insane engineer that sung the same blues tune whenever his wickedly heart desired. This area was nicknamed the Tunnel of Doom after all.

In fact, the witch was sitting next to the tattered, wounded, spirit as his smooth bass vocal range could send shivers down anyone's spine. Of course the song was about him driving the now subway off the rail and into the fiery underworld. The lyrics etched into her memory because it was that catchy. His odor was of fire and brimstone to indicate his presence to passengers. The college student eventually ventured into another cabin due to him overwhelming her senses. A furry black Scottish Terrier scurried toward Shock. "It's good to see you again Fala!" learning the hard way that the misleading canine's name belonged to a male. Every now or again the lights above would flicker due to the speed, but it was all very normal in her mind. At least, it wasn't her fault in this particular moment. Restless, the brunette kept strolling down the aisle in hopes of spotting someone new to catch her interest.

A questionable figure followed her onto the underground system in his quest to redeem himself of his manliness. He was dim witted to say the least, but humorously endearing as he stalked his worthy opponent. It all started in her elective physical education class -- when she decided to step up to the plate to participate in a wrestling match. It didn't end well for the cabbage patch kid as she flipped him over her back, then dragged him by his scalp across the mat in front of everyone. Why did men think their dangly bits equaled instant strength? It couldn't even take a thick smack of a dictionary without them whining like babies. To all the wondering readers out there, Shock actually put that theory to the test -- waving a massive red flag for any males to consider her as a date. Being a safety hazard came with the territory. Returning to reality, the guy disguised himself as the seat cushions when she neared a pint sized blonde curled near the window. Her palm wrapped around a strap handle as they entered a structured passage.

Purple hues eerily shown through the darkness within the tense silence before blinking back to a rich brown in normal illumination. Wanting to draw out her stalker, she casually stood next to the other woman's seat -- facing in her direction. Five, four, three, two, one!

Hiyawathhhaaa! exclaimed the bulky inanimate object.

Sneak attack was not his strong suit. Fala growled then pounced on the male's crotch to protect the women. "Keep panicking and he'll bite harder." shaking her head as he flailed for safety. The conductor overheard the commotion and instantly scooped him off the ground to escort him into a special room until they reached their final destination. "Sorry about that goof.. he doesn't know when to accept defeat." an audible laugh amused with the situation. The phantom animal ran through the door to make sure the detainee didn't escape.

"We should be headed for Queens soon." observing the fresh face. Did this delicate woman see anything out of the ordinary? Most people usually played it off to their imagination or not getting enough rest. "Are you alright? You look kind of peaky." hoping that she didn't have motion sickness. Perhaps someone could only take so much strange in one night.

Tag: Elody Blake! Finally got it done @.@
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Tinkerbell
Twenty Five
Shrinkage
Hair Stylist
Pansexual
She/Her

played by Zee28 posts • prefers She/Her pronouns

only got one life


One saw a great many weird things on the train. That was true of any train in New York. It was always an adventure on any kind of subway system in this great despicable city. However, what Elody witnessed was even further out of the norm. She sat up straighter, less slouching, as it unfolded in front of her. One second there was an attack and the next a dog was reacting, protecting the two it seemed to think needed it most. Elody watched all of this with a look of semi-disinterest even if inwardly she was wondering what the actual hell was going on. The conductor appeared then and led the attacker away, leaving Elody and the other woman alone once more.

The blonde passed her hand over her face, rubbing her eyes of their tiredness and dryness. She supposed she should be having more of an outward reaction what she'd just witnessed, but Elody was used to weird on this train - used to things being out of the ordinary. She'd accepted that things in this world weren't what they'd seemed originally, that there was more to it than met the eye. It hadn't ever occurred to her just how much more there was to it until she'd started investigating. Finding places that seemed to cater to the more magical sides of the city. There was something inside of her, Elody knew, and it was waiting to be tapped into. For now, she'd stay in the background of the society she knew she belonged in until she figured out just how she belonged there.

The girl in front of her spoke then, amusement in her tone, and Elody let her green eyes lift to look at her. She was slight, adorable, though she had a look about her that told Elody not to underestimate her. There was something more there. But then again, there usually was. Elody didn't say anything at first, because what did someone say to that? The attack had seemed random, but this girl had been at least semi-aware of the reasoning behind it. It wasn't any of Elody's business even if the blonde pixie of a girl was mildly interested in the story. She didn't ask, though, and instead kept her gaze on the other passenger as she continued to speak.

"Tired," Elody said slowly, though without the usual venom in her voice. She slouched in her seat again and stared up at the woman. "The late train is always the worst. You get shady people. Weird things that happen. You getting off at Queens?" The two things were completely disjointed, as if they didn't connect in the lease. But in her mind they did, even through the cognitive dysfunction she suffered daily. It was getting worse with each passing day, as if a part of her mind just wasn't functioning properly. Elody hoped that at some point in her life everything would make sense and she could think clearly for once, but she didn't know if that would happen and Elody wasn't much for disappointment anymore.

LALITA E. TALBOT | 512 words

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