04-21-2014, 04:30 PM
The man looked at the woman for a moment before responding the Connor's question. "Delayed.
" It was just a single word- a friendly piece of information- but he heard a bit more in it. Another American. Perhaps they were together.
Connor waited for a while, the stale odors of exhaust and garbage and some other indefinable smell- Iron? Rotting meat? hung in the air. The lights cast a strange pallor over everything. The tunnels were mawing entrances into pure blackness. Far distant echos signaling the existence of other trains running through the vast subterranean tunnels broke the silence only briefly. The time seemed to stretch and took on a surreal quality. He was reminded of the encounter with that...mist creature. The darkness took on a forbidding quality. Mosters were real, he had learned.
Suddenly, it seemed funny how studied everyone- including himself- was in their diligent attempt to maintain their sense of solitude while traveling. Strangely, he felt a desire to talk to them, just to pass the time. Perhaps they'd resent it. He'd have to watch and make sure. More than once talkative strangers had irritated him too, he had to admit. Terse answers would tell him what he'd need to know.
"I've seen a lot of the metros here the last few days.
" He chuckled. "This is definitely the creepiest.
"
Edited by Connor Kent, Apr 21 2014, 04:55 PM.
" It was just a single word- a friendly piece of information- but he heard a bit more in it. Another American. Perhaps they were together.
Connor waited for a while, the stale odors of exhaust and garbage and some other indefinable smell- Iron? Rotting meat? hung in the air. The lights cast a strange pallor over everything. The tunnels were mawing entrances into pure blackness. Far distant echos signaling the existence of other trains running through the vast subterranean tunnels broke the silence only briefly. The time seemed to stretch and took on a surreal quality. He was reminded of the encounter with that...mist creature. The darkness took on a forbidding quality. Mosters were real, he had learned.
Suddenly, it seemed funny how studied everyone- including himself- was in their diligent attempt to maintain their sense of solitude while traveling. Strangely, he felt a desire to talk to them, just to pass the time. Perhaps they'd resent it. He'd have to watch and make sure. More than once talkative strangers had irritated him too, he had to admit. Terse answers would tell him what he'd need to know.
"I've seen a lot of the metros here the last few days.
" He chuckled. "This is definitely the creepiest.
"
Edited by Connor Kent, Apr 21 2014, 04:55 PM.