Knight move; Notorious Train Robber Aboard

[Bille]

And I shall welcome the reaping

Choo, choo, choo! Splat, Splat splat! A combination of noises were constantly echoing outside of moving object that put ships to shame;The puffing tomAmong the many of passengers that were currently aboard the the locomotive, out of all the unique faces one stood out, not only due to his bizarre attire, nor the missing hue; It was due to the constant smoke that he inhaled, albeit the fact that smoking wasn't allowed. His single bright green hue focused on the rain drops that were constantly falling into the sea water. His sight was soon blocked by the exhale of smoke. The enigmatic individual reached his hand up and cleared the window, he had repeated this many of times. Many of the passengers coughed due to the constant smoke he was puffing out, many complained to him, alas he ignored their pleas for him to cease from smoking. His silence was his calm before the storm. He boarded the automobile for the sole purpose of robbing it for it's passengers Berri.The cowboy was completely oblivious to the treasure that resided in the caboose, along with the marines that were on board guarding it.

Even Death himself will feel an entire clip.

The cancer stick was at it's end, thus resulting in no more smoke being exhaled. A rather devious glare now expressed it's self upon his face.The man with no name had gifted him with the abilities to be a legendary gunslinger, in a world unknown to him he would strike fear into the hearts of these people. They needed to learn to appreciate life. Many of these passengers were important bodies, thus meaning they had currency on them...Sterotypically speaking. The gunslinger flipped the cigarette up at a boy in front of him. The kid cried out loud. Sure it didn't hurt, but the brat more than likely had never received a punishment, nor did he probably go an hour without eating due to the feature of his physicalness. Quickly the redhead stood to his feet, his trench coat seeming to part as if it had a mind of it's own. His hat covered his single hue, his holsters were reveled, along with the ammo that was being held by his suspenders. His jeans stood out of place with the suit and tie's aboard the train, yet his black button up shirt proved he had a little class. The ammo was made of rubber, he didn't feel the need to rob and kill, thus he equipped himself with a rare type of ammo.

Put one on ya head, like it's apart of your religion

He quickly drew out his weapons aiming them at the adult the kid was with, along with the person in front of him. As the child continued to scream, all eyes focused on him. A huge grin was the expression on his face. And from that grin came chaos.Floop! Floop!!The sound of the rubber leaving the weapon was heard, luckily it wasn't as loud as the bullets. As the bullets hit their targets he listened the screams and cries from the other passengers. Fear! Fear was his ally, he missed the emotion. The emotion gave him strength...Fear of losing his life was his high...His drug. He wished people could feel the way he did. "Listen up! I know you folks got some O' Berri on 'ya! So, unless you want to be knocked to tar nation, I reckon ya'll ante up!His words only made them sob and scream harder. He went into his pocket and removed a bag seemingly made of cloth. He was oblivious that the other units had marines aboard them, not knowing that there were further risk...For all he knew....Pirates could be here.

((OOC:First time posting in months....Sorry))

[Xander Touchstone Abernathy]

"Traaaaa......", Xander muttered, resting his head against the cold glass window of the sea train. His ear laying right next to it so he could hear everything. From the gentle splish-splash of the rain, to the cranking and grinding of each and every moving gear on the train. His boredom knew no bounds as he played and twirled a lock of his curly black hair idly. He wore his usual outfit of a navy blue long sleeve shirt, white puffer vest, and navy pants, minus his black sandals. His hat was inside his bag and his white scarf was wrapped twice around his neck to prevent him from tripping over it.


He watched the glass fog and clear with each warm breath his body exhaled, and then saw a small trickle off water as the fog started to condense on the glass, when he heard a faint gunshot from the car behind the one he was in, followed by screaming. He gasped a bit and bolted upright, pulling on his large, white newsboy cap with the marine insignia on the front, and walked out into the next cart, seeing a rather oddly dressed guy, holding a gun and demanding Berri and valuables. Xander mentally giggled at the man's accent, but knew, by everyone's harsh screaming and crying, that he was no good. He then smelled a deep, nauseating smell that filled the room with a light haze. It was smoke, from a cigarette no doubt. Xander hated the smell of cigarette smoke, it was one thing he couldn't stand at all. He bloomed a few purple, fragrant flowers on his hands and head to get rid of the smell.


It was a good thing that Xander wasn't wearing any shoes, or else he would have been heard as he padded silently over to the gunslinger. Tapping the man on the back, Xander naively asked, "Umm, Excuse me, but do you know who is the cause of such a ruckus? I was trying to sleep...", to add to the effect, he began nibbling one of the tassels of his scarf. The marine knew exactly who was the cause of the ruckus, but he wanted to see if the man would fall for his innocence ruse. Mentally calculating how the battle would go, of there even was going to be one, Xander mapped it right down to the denouement. He had a feeling the fight was going to be easy, seeing as bullets didn't hurt him, but what else did the man have?