Post by sinclair on Jan 9, 2007 19:09:46 GMT -4
Toronto's train station, packed as usual. Dalton tosses a small brief case onto a conveyor belt, which checks his stuff. He walks through the metal detector, and continues on. HE reaches the train, and see's it ready to go. He looks it over, then steps onto the ramp leading up to the side doors of a cart.
Brightness blinds his eyes when he steps in. Ughh.. He lifts his hood up, covering some light. Dalton finds a empty seat, and parks his ass down.
Fuckin' light... Damn.
He places his hands into the pockets of the hoodie and slouches down. He may not have been known for any T.V. gigs, but he really wasn't in the mood to chat it up with some indy fan. Just at that second, and ear piercing voice rings through each ear, tingling his brain.
Hey der misteh!
He looks up, to see a young girl sitting across from him. She looked to be the age of 6. He gives her an evil looking grin.
I wanna sit wit' yuu!
Great. A little girl wants to sit with him. Just the thing he wanted..
He closes his eyes, and blocks out anything the girl says. He drifts asleep, with the slight words ringing in his mind.
Mistah? Yuuu der? Mistah? Why don't you talk too meeeeeeee?
Post by sinclair on Jan 10, 2007 17:12:23 GMT -4
Dalton's eyes crack open, and he sits up straight. The little girl must have left. He rubs his eyes with his hands and stands up. Many voices were roaming around, as it seemed the train was coming to a stop.
He reaches up in the air and stretches with a wicked yawn. Dalton sits back down, and a voice rumbles on the intercom.
We are coming in to Calgary, Alberta now. Enjoy your stay.
Hmm.. Yeah. Enjoy.
A screech roars as the train hits the brakes. Dalton quickly covers his ears. It goes on for a few moment, then dies down. He removes the hands and sighs. Fuckin' trains.
It comes to a complete stop, and the doors swing open. People line up at the door, and wait for the ramp to come. Screw the ramp, Dalton runs past them and soars out onto the pavement below. He lands on his feet swiftly and smirks. He heads for the main entrance. He walks past many people that stared at him like he was crazy. Did he have anything on his face? Dalton checks. All clear. He walks up to a booth, an old hag stands in it. She looks up at him, and smiles.
May I help you..?
Yeah. I'm Dalton Sinclair, and I'm here for my shit?
Stupid Dalton, you're not supposed to swear in front of the old!
Look behind you.
And he does. A large conveyor belt brings bags by. He walks up to it and waits, until he see's his luggage come by. He picks it up by the handle and walks towards the exit, when he's stopped...