[OddjobAbe]

OOC: I've just begun to join in, so apologies if it's not up to standards.

IC: Goshhe waited impatiantely beside the rails at the FeeCo Train Depot. His train was due over an hour ago, so he had no idea what the delay was. The departure area for those for RuptureFarms seemed almost completely empty. There was only a slig security (who looked at Goshhe as if he was scum), some slig engineers and Goshhe, so it was as if RuptureFarms had shut down again, and they were preparing to close down the factory's train departure area. 'Come on, you damn train, I've been waiting hours.' Goshhe thought to himself. *Goshhe leaned over the rails to see if there was any sign of a train coming*. No train. Suddenly, Gosshhe heard the sound of a moving train, and heard it's horn, and he looked past the rails, getting ready to board it. No train passed. It can't have been his. He was getting bored stiff now, and about half an hour later, he was fast asleep on the pavement. He suddenly felt the pain of a stubby iron leg kicking him in the ribs, and he awoke to find a slig engineer waking him up, although, Goshhe would rather not be woken up in such violent ways. The train had arrived, and the security slig pushed him onto the train's interior yelling, "Get on already, you hesitant fool!". Goshhe was about to reply, but the doors had closed, and the train was departing.
*Goshhe looks around on the train.* He saw the security slig that had pushed him into the train's cabin. He caught a glimpsse of the slig's serial number: #0012.

>>RuptureFarms-train departure area<<
Goshhe stepped off the train, collected his luggage, then made his way for... where did he have to go? He had no idea where the main manager's office was, or who the main boss was.

OOC: I know that Goshhe needs to see Arnie, I just want to portray his feelings.

IC:Goshhe made through the door, and curled up on the floor in a corner where no-one would see him. He thought; 'Why did I come for this job in the first place? I don't want to lose my finger in a meat saw or something. I want all four of my fingers! Then again, They probably wouldn't be that careless to have the meatsaws placed anywhere.' Goshhe's thoughts were interrupted by a loud scream of anger, then a kick in the ribs. "Ow! What'd you do that for?"
"Do you want the job or not, mudokon?"
"Yes."
"Then go see Arnie, you mindless filth!"
"Who are you?"
"Serial number #0012. Now go see Arnie, or I'll see that he sees you about your laziness as to curl up using a RuptureFarms zulag for shelter, you hobo!"
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Goshhe asked in an angry tone. *#0012 brought his automatic-shotgun down onto Goshhe's head*. Goshhe let out a scream of pain. #0012 grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, and began to drag him to Arnie's office...