Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140619192348/@comment-5290299-20140621213315

Liadan groaned as she woke up. Her first bout of the day was done. Grey eyes shifted to the scenery outside. They were almost to the ocean.

Taking her scroll off the table the girl shifted through it. Nothing.

"Nothing...Perhaps...it was paranoia to begin with..." Liadan sighed heavily. Her head leaned back agaisnt her chair.

".....I am bored...."

Then she heard it, something colliding on the top of the car. She was on the second floor of the VIP section, the closest to the train roof.

Liadan loked out the window. They would be hitting the ocean shortly. Possibly ten minutes....

Grey eyes hardened as the scientist grabbed her suitcase, opening it to reveal the dust she brought with her.

"Honestly. Why do I always have to be right!"

(hehehehehe....let CHAOS COMMENCE)

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================== Three men headed to the diner car, each wearing attire similar ot businessmen. Once they arrived they opened up the doors, where they were immediately greeted by a red haired, green eyed waitress. Walking towards them was a young lady, a waitress.

"Hello there gentlemen, how many?"

"Fifty."

"F-fifty!?" The Hostess was baffled. How was she going to fit that many!?

BAM!

Machine guns fired through the diner car, causing the spectators there to scream in freight.

"Listen up! Change of destination! Be grateful everyone, your now officially part of Dystopia!!" A large man, possibly the ring leader, exclaimed as the people began screaming once more. They tried to exit out of the other side, that is, until it opened, revealing a few men in black suits, covered head to toe. The twenty or so people there were immediately backed into the middle of the room, forced to take seats, including the hostess.

The ringleader, a bald man with an eye patch over his left eye, a large scar on the other, the eye being completely white, tanned skin, a purple cloak, black sleeveless shirt, cargo pants and black boots smirked.

"The plans already in motion. Is the Locomotive taken care of?" The male turned back to one of men behind him. Taking out a scroll the male smirked.

"Excellent..."