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Date: 10-31-10
Log Title: Trains and Benches
Rating: PG
Tegu-Haaz - Abandoned Train Station
The windows and doors are all boarded up on the dilapidated old train station. The roof has caved in on the small building and there is broken glass from the windows littering the ground. The wooden platform extends about thirty feet and bends as it's walked upon. The single track has been over grown and it doesn't seem like a train has been down the rusted metal tracks in a long time. Inside the station house the floor is filled with holes, old train schedules and prices still hang on the walls and there are a few broken benches. On the other side of the ticket booth blank tickets fill the little cubbyholes.
When Hosea arrived back at the farmhouse a few days ago, he found it burned to the ground. Since then he's realized that many people have taken shelter at the old tavern in town, the next best option. That's fine with him too. But the quick loss of security has prompted him to be pro-active, should the situation come again. So here he is, in the train station. From outside, the sound of the heavy benches being slid across the ground is easily audible. The large African shoves hard, sliding one of the benches to the wall, widening the living space in the middle.
Speaking of security, Julian had been off on assignment for a bit during the burning of the farmhouse. He himself just coming back, and having found out about the tavern, he made his ay there as soon as possible. The sound of loud sliding is enough to make him enter in the pub a bit faster than usual. He sees Hosea rearranging the stuff there, and powers down. "So, I guess this is the new place." he offers.
"No," Hosea answers. He's a little out of breath, and the place does look like he's been working on it a while. Most of the dust has been cleared out, and some repairs have been done to the outer doors. "Da tavern is where people are staying," he says. "But I think it would be good to have a back up dis time, yes?" he suggests. "So dat we have another option." He wipes the sweat from his brow. "Hopefully we will find da way out of dis before dat time. Have you been well?"
"Well enough." He offers up, looking around. "Need some help? Moving things is kinda the thing I do." He offers, looking around the train station. Julian isn't quite sure on how Hosea wants to set this place up.
The Nigerian smiles. "I would be most grateful," he says. "I was just movind dese to da side so dat dere will be space for people to live if we have to come heah." He takes a few steps away from the bench so that Julian can have some room to operate. "It is a vedy handy powah you have, yes?" he says. "A great blessing."
Julian holds his hands out, eyes glowing green as he takes control of the benches and places them where they need to be. He releases control of them soon after. "Yup, I won't lie. I love my powers." He says at the end.
Hosea watches as the benches glide over with ease. "I'm glad I don't have to worry about moving those anymore," he admits. "I saw you when we first arrived," the Nigerian says. "But I have not seen you in a few days, I hope dat you were not in dangah. Dere are many things in dis place which should be approached with care."
Julian's cobalt eyes look back to Hosea. "I was out, doing some stuff for Emma and Scott." He says, keeping it at that. "Danger wise though, I'm still here and in one piece." He isn't really saying much on how much danger he was in, which is how he wants it.
Hosea nods, and is content to let him keep to himself. He looks around the room. "It is good to know that you are all right," he says. "But now you must be hungry, yes? Have you been by the tavern yet to have some food?"
"Not yet, though I could use it, no matter how bland or bad it may taste." Julian offers up with a little bit of a chuckle.
The Nigerian laughs. "Well, den we should get you some food, yes?" he announces with a single, loud, clap of his hands. "Come, friend. We shall go together to the Tavern. "We shall celebrate your safe return to us. For every day we still breathe is worthy of celebration." He pushes off from the wall which he had started to lean on, and starts to head for the door.
Julian nods and follows Hosea. Funny, had be been a number of years younger, he would be on the ground laughing at the way Hosea builds his speech. But the enthusiasm and positive outlook is refreshing for sure. "So, how did it happen? The farmhouse burning down, I mean.
"I was not there," Hosea says. "I was out hunting for food. Something I really must teach some more people to do around heah. It is so strange that no one knows how to do this to me. In Africa, everyone knows how to hunt like dey know to tie dere shoes. No matter, I believe dere was some sort of fight, and in the process, da farmhouse was caught on fire. It went up in flames like dat!" He snaps his fingers to indicate the quickness.
Julian tries to think of what could have happened, he shakes his head as he will most likely find out soon anyway. "Well, let's get over to the tavern then. The sooner, the better." He offers up, his stomach grumbling a little.
