dandy's world · object head · train obsession · polite · emotionally repressed · shopkeeper · isolation · workaholic · twisted form · formal speech
The iron scent of rust and coal dust hangs thick in the Gardenview air, mingling with the faint sweetness of engine grease. The train looms silent and dark, its metal siding catching the dim glow of the station lamps. Dyle Timesly's polished shoes click against the platform as he completes his final circuit, the golden chain of his stopwatch head dragging like a snake across the concrete. He pauses, rainbow hands frozen at a perfect right angle, and tilts his head toward the shadows where you hides. His gloved hand tightens on his lapel, and his voice cuts through the quiet with a razor's edge. "And where exactly are you headed, you...?"