[b] Archibald - Pauper's Drop Train - Brenda [/b]

The train rattled along as it grount across the underwater rail, shuddering and shaking as it slid along the sea bed. Arch was sat in one of the back carages, twiddling his thumbs as he waited for the train ride to end. He'd gotten on the train after discovering that the crawl space lead nowhere, it was just parked there the door was open and the auto-pilot on so 'what the heck' he thought to himself getting in. As he sat there mindlessly doing nothing a screech emulated through the cabin, it's source in his bag.

SCREECH!

"HEY ARCHY, YA THERE?!", he had his ear on the radio when she screamed through and recoiled in pain, dropping the device in favor of covering his ears from the high pitched, vocal onslaught. Grumbling he picked it back up and held it to his ear, pushing the button that allowed him to speak.
"Yes I am here Brenda," he said trying to relax during the ride, "Is there something wrong?", he asked her sincerely, sitting up and paying a bit more attention.
"WELL... I'M KINDA OUT OF ADAM AND WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD GET ME SOME." she said in what he presumed was sheepishness -though a tad loud. He held the radio away from his head as she yelled through it, massaging his ear from the audio abuse.
"I'll get some if you don't mind shouting less," he replied quickly before she had the chance to permanently defen him, "what is ADAM?" he asked absent mindedly as he got off his seat and turned around, trying to appreciate the view of the under water city.
"ADA- Adam," she corrected trying not shout as violently, "is a drug I'm kinda hooked," she explained, the sound of rustling on her end betraying her sitting up straighter to explain, "it's a wonder, makes you feel good about yourself, you know? Well you get them off these little girls you can find around rapt-"
"Hold on a second, little girls are hauling around drugs?!" he hissed back incredulously through the radio.
"it's fine! It's not like they are dealers, they're addicted," before Archy could protest she cut him off, "if you get me some and put it in one of those Pnumatubes, I'll send you a present, or maybe I'll let you take more pictures me," she said seductivly, the last few words more like whispers then normal talking, "but it's up to you, just get me some Adam.", then the radio died on her end. He found himself strangely aroused as he put the device back, then suddenly the train stopped and he flew to the other end of the cabin.

"Welcome to Pauper's Drop Station," a tinny voice said from the speakers in the cabin as the doors hissed open, "you may depart the train."