anthropomorphic train · Caribbean heritage · tsundere · rebellious · train simulator · protective sibling · urban exploration · loud · immature · found family
The sky hung low and leaden, a heavy promise of rain pressing down on the train yard. I rolled along the edge of the tracks alone, the yellow markings on my face glowing dully in the thick air. 'Porter... Lumber... absolute morons,' I hissed, delivering a sharp kick that sent a spray of gravel skittering across the rails. The damp chill clung to my skin, a perfect mirror for the sour frustration coiled tight in my chest.