Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20170117072549

"Last stop! All off!" The train conductor leaned off the side of the vehicle, calling out to the passengers on top. Robots were already on the walkway, helping passengers off. The dryness of the desert air was stinging, and there was a mixture of hard ground and scattered greenery surrounding the station. They were in the middle of the desert, alright.

Tanner Arthen, former Beacon student, hopped out of the train's door, landing on the walkway. He carried a suitcase in one hand, a suitcase in the other, one under his left arm, and one on his right shoulder. He was loaded like a pack mule.

"C'mon, Triste!" Tanner called back into the train car, "Day's not getting any younger!" 