Calmly, yet, still letting off that abnormal radiation of hyper-activity, young Silver stood on the locomotive platform- waiting for her train to arrive. She had been gone. Away from Central, for the last past few weeks. Ever since Mr. Mustang had...told her about Tomo. Her dear, sweet, loveable...
Demented-
she stopped the thought. Taking a deep breath, she turned to the left. Here came the train.
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ON THE TRAIN.
Taking the third seat back, left side, (what was with the left today) Silver sat down. Placing her bookbag next to her, she slipped out a pack of cigarettes (a nasty habit she started a few days ago) and proped one between her lips.
She then flipped out a shingy, silver zippo she had stolen from some shop and flicked; Holding the tiny flame up to the tip of the fag. Inhaling deeply, the burning tobbaco raced into her senses (almost causing her to cough).
"Excuse me, miss, I am going to have to ask you not to smoke on this train..."
Silver turned quickly to an angry looking young man- most likely the secuirty of the train. Smiling, she shrugged. "Eh, what are you gonna do about it?" She asked smartly, taking another long drag. The man seemed surprised for a moment, then, just angry again.
"Once more, miss, please do not smoke on the train. Be curtious of those around you." His cracked, yet still intimidating voice gave the girl chills.
She sighed, "Fine, fine..." Silver flicked the cigarette out of the partially opened window. "Happy?"
The man grinned in satisfaction- most likely from power- and nodded. "Have a nice ride." He turned away from Silver, putting his hands behind his back, and somewhat marched down the isle towards a relieved looking family. Snorting with dissapointment, Silver laid her head on the seat and closed her eyes.
"Go die..."
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BACK IN CENTRAL
The train came to a stop, it's whistles blowing loudly, steam pouring out of it's spoutlike top. "GRAND CENTRAL STATION, GRROUUND CENTRAL STATION!" The conducter yelled, as Silver's eyes slowly opened. She yawned, streached, and stood up, grabbing her backpack. "We get it, it's Central Station, buddy..." she mocked under her breath, as she stepped off the train and onto the platform.
The crowded station buzzed with mostly business men, vacationers, and military personell. Ah, the military, the last thing she wanted to see.
"Your passport, miss."
Silver's eye gave a small twitch. "What?" Shit, her slight accent.
"Your...passport? Where are you coming from? A forienger?"
Silver turned around, to face, of course, some uniform. "I don't have a passport, I only left Central for about three weeks."
"You still need a passport, and judging by...the way you talk, you are not from around here," the man almost seemed to spit at her.
"Agh, damnit," Silver hissed under her breath. Of course she had no passport! She didn't need a passport when she first came to Central! Why now?
"Why are they passporting now? When I first came to Central, they didn't passport," Silver told the man coldly, placing her wrists on her hips. "Why the big rush now?" She obviously was making the man uncomfortable.
"Miss, I need your passport. If you don't have one, I will have to detain you until-"
"WHAT?" Silver yelled. DETAINMENT? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BY DETAINMENT? YOU AREN'T HOLDING ME BACK! ARREST ME WILL YOU?! Well... Be prepared for a fight! She thought, as an ecstacy like trance came over her. Quickly, Silver swung her foot around, nailing the man square in the cheek.
Without listening for his reaction, Silver had already ran past the gates, as quickly as she could. She had to find the only person that knew her...
Mustang.
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