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[img]https://i.imgur.com/HOsKvZm.png[/img][h3][color=e6ade6][b]Group 1[/b][/color]
[color=e6ade6]Location:[/color] Crushed in his compartment || [color=e6ade6]Action:[/color] Calling for help || [color=e6ade6]Mood:[/color] Uncomfortable [/h3][color=e6ade6]Interacting with whoever will listen: Kaleo Yuna [@Tenma Tendo], Ignatus Buford [@Paddiecake], Cain [@Orpheus] [/color]
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Targilde felt a sense of quiet excitement as he sat with perfect posture in his little carriage. He ran a white gloved hand along the window's edge, rubbing his fingers together as he inspected the dust with a contented smile.

Ah, what would it be like to live in World's End? Would the people have manners? No doubt they'd be in need of extra services, out here in the wilderness. It would take some effort to create appropriate living conditions, there would be plenty of cleaning and tidying to be done...

He peered longingly out the window, abscentmindedly wondering what that strange blur of colour was.

The carriage buckled as Targilde was thrown violently to the ground, his eyes widening as he watched the metal crumple above him and crunch to the side, Targilde along with it. His hand ragdolled over his body as he rolled sideways, his perfectly presented platinum hair sweeping across the ground. The sound of cackling barely registered above the dull ache of his body, his brow furrowing as he finally dared examine his predicament.

Oh dear. This was one of those Not Good things, wasn't it?

Gosh, he did so hate to cause a ruckus.

[color=e6ade6][sub]"Excu- Exc..."[/sub][/color] oh this simply wouldn't do. He cleared his throat of dust, managing to pull himself up onto his elbows and squint into the next room. By the looks of things, he had almost been crushed under the weight of the wall and ceiling. A structural gurder of some description was blocking him from crawling out the hole in the door. One wrong move and it could be kaput for him.

[color=e6ade6]"Excuse me, sirs or madames? Is anybody there? This is frightfully inappropriate, but I could perhaps do with a hand."[/color] he admitted reluctantly. 

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[img]https://i.imgur.com/Hjmp1EU.png[/img][h3][color=ff1493][b]Group 2[/b][/color]
[color=#ff1493]Location:[/color] Compartment Door || [color=#ff1493]Action:[/color] Deciding what to do || [color=#ff1493]Mood:[/color] Suspicious [/h3][color=#ff1493]Interacting with whoever's around: Farran [@Tenma Tendo], Castiel [@Fox of Spades], Lloyd [@SilverDawn][/color][/center]
Melanie was curled up cozy in her seat, knees snug against her chest, panda hoodie pulled down over her neon-pink hair. She picked at her luminescent nail varnish until it bored her, and then found herself nibbling on her fingernails as her eerie eyes finally bothered to glance up at the view.

Oh. There wasn't one. Had they arrived already? The darkness explained why her nail varnish was glowing. Still, this place didn't seem right to her. Not one bit.

Like a cat stretching after a day's nap Melanie lazily extended a high-topped foot and shoved her duffel bag over her shoulder. She adjusted the weight for a moment before striding towards one of the metal doors and fidgetted with the lever until she finally got it to open. It squabbled with her for a moment, but soon a wave of musty air hit her right in the face. Suddenly this didn't seem like the [i]best[/i] idea in the world.

She fidgetted from one foot to the other, not sure if she should get down or what. It all was a little... creepy.

[color=#ff1493]"Uh, hello?"[/color] she called, eyeing the platform next to her. Was it possible she was the only one on the train? Well that was an unsettling thought. It seemed unlikely, though...right?

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[img]https://i.imgur.com/8X13MbQ.png[/img][h3][color=daa520][b]Group 3[/b][/color]
[color=#daa520]Location:[/color] Weird Mist Place || [color=#daa520]Action:[/color] Wander aimlessly with confidence, sing badly || [color=#daa520]Mood:[/color]Unsettled--> Distracted by song [/h3][color=#daa520]Inflicting bad singing on anyone nearby: Oxe, [@Paddiecake] Alexis, Crusz [@Haru Nyan] [@Fox of Spades][/color]
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[center][color=#daa520]"OOOOh theeeeee 
miller's daughter millie was a pretty little thing,
she smelt of rosemary so I sat her on my knee,
singing ooh diddle diddle dee, ooh diddle ay,
ooh ddidle... diddle...[sub]dee[/sub]..."[/color] [/center]
ok, the mists were a little bit creepy. 

Humphrey was about in tune as most run of the mill gents, and he certainly had the enthusiasm to boot. At least, for a while, it had made him feel more comfortable. Or rather - he doesn't remember when he started to sing, or how he got here, but he was here now and singing, so everything was probably fiiine.

Over one shoulder slung a stick with a red-and-white patterned cloth, full of something or other. His shoes were scuffed, his clothes a touch on the poor side, but the beaming smile on his face made it clear he didn't much care.

Also, he had a fabulous mane of blonde hair, and obviously that's all the mattered.

Speaking of, Humphrey was now sweeping said hair back out of his eyes, as he peered beyond into the obscured world before him.

How likely was it for a mysterious mist to be deadly, he wondered. If it was a big monster, he could run away from it, but there was no way of really knowing when the mists were about to let up. So he did what any logical sane person would do: he continued singing at the top of his lungs to keep up his spirits as he braved into the unknown.

[center][color=#daa520]"ooh diddle diddle dee, ooh diddle ay,
ooh diddle diddle dee, ooh diddle ay!"[/color][/center]