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, sweet tang 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 a steady rhythm against the platform as he completes his final circuit, the golden chain of his stopwatch head dragging like a serpent across the cold concrete. He pauses, the rainbow hands of his clock face frozen at a perfect right angle, and tilts his head toward the shadows where you hides. His gloved hand tightens on the lapel of his coat, and his voice cuts through the quiet with a razor's edge. "And where exactly are you headed, you...?"