OOC: Cya! Guess I'll leave too then.
IC: The pair burst down the decaying footpath, and clambered over the rusty fense. The grass outside was dry and hard, and soon the pair were swalled into it, yet they persued onwards.
The sun was sinking fast, and soon the world was cast in a tint of deep red, reflecting the setting sun.
"We have to be quick" Jakka yelled, he voice hoarse and desperate, trying to raise her voice over the loud buzz of Zapflies. "We can't be out in the open like this, expecially not at dusk!"
Charlie let her words sink in, and terror slowly washed over his face, and bead of sweat trickled from his forehead.
The pair hastened their pase, soon they were sprinting through the dense feilds, they soon reached the outpost, it looked like a cross between a stable and pen.
Charlie bashed his wrench against the rusty old locked, the gate swung open, creaking erily, they entered the old rustic shed, and the silluette of an Elum and Bommbat soon apeared, and Jakka ran towards her Elum Halum, while Charle grabbed the Boombat, Sal, fluttering by his side.
Having rescued their animals, the pair rode Halum, with Sal gliding behind them, untill they reached what seemed like an abandoned train station.
It was night when they clambered over the fense and up the cold stairs, Jakka unlocked the gate from the other side and Halum hastedly lumbed up the stairs, the whole station was empty.
The pair slumbed down on an old bench, Halum groned and Sal yabbered, the wind whilsted and howled past them.
"We need a job" Charlie said, looking into the distance, where a meetle fluttered in the distance.
"I'm so sorry" Jakka burried her hands in her face.
"There is an option I had in the back of my mind." Charlie said, pondering deeply on a thought, he soon rose himself out of the bench, and approached the imformation ofiice, where he grasped a brochure, and approached Jakka, who was now cradling his head, tears dribbling down her face.
"Cheer up" Charlie said, "We're not finnished yet"
And as an empty train, stormed towards them, and slowly stopped, as the heavy metalic doors opened, and as a robitic voice welcomed them, the pair were comforted by one thing, hope.
It didn't matter that the train was robotically driven, or that Halum and Sal were placed in a carrage seperate from them, becuase they had a future, and as they sat in the well worn leather seats, and the train whistled and soon carried them into the horrizon, they knew their adventure had just began.
The pair held the opened, spread out brochure in front of them together, and, as one, they read the dark menacing text that dominated the brochure.
"This is Rapture farms"
The train turned around the bend, and a massage facility was adorned before them, smoke haunted the sky, droids floated beside them, and the erie atmosphere consumed them.
The train sped through a great Arc in front of them.
"Welcome to Rapture Farms"
Their adventure had just begun.
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