Midnight Sleazy Train Makes a Long Trip (Open)

[The Rahzgriz]

Did you hear the rumors?

What rumors?

You mean you haven't heard?!

Heard what?!?

The Midnight Sleazy Train is making a stop here!

The what?

Man, you're clueless. I'll explain. They say it's an urban legend. But it's real. They say if you stay at the station after the last train departs, an unlisted train will show up. You still have to pay the fare, but it's more than worth it. They have women there that you can do anything to. Anything!

.....

Just meet me at the station at quarter till one. There may be a lot people there, so call me before you get there.

(This story revolves around the Midnight Sleazy Train. It's based on a hentai I watched once. Sure, it originated in Japan, but I figured it would be cool to be bring here. I know I am no good at starting these things, but I always want to keep trying. So this whole thing revolves around the MST showing up at a new town on some kind of tour. The MST is considered an urban legend by a lot of people. But, a lot people, too, secretly ride on it. It mostly caters to men, but just for this tour it has added a special car to cater to women. Women can actually come on anyway to become one of the women that caters to the passengers. On a special note, all of the women do this consensually. I will be either a new passenger or the unseen conductor. Enjoy)

 

[Hikari]

OOC: I've seen all three episodes of that hentai.. It was pretty hot.. The thing that makes it interesting, is that the guy finds girls that are willing to do this for free and only for their own pleasure. They're regular girls that lack the love or touch of a man.

 

[Black Thunder]

I wouldn't mind joining this.It sounds like fun.

 

[The Rahzgriz]

(Sweet. Just post your character's profile. I do not want to nit-picky, but I am an RPer the prefers pretty detailed descriptions. Can you try to do that? If not, that is fine with me.)

 

[fukensploogin]

Tommy O'Brien

23 years old, curly brown hair, brown eyes, athletic, skinny build. he's a musician, a guitarist with dreams of rock god-dom, and when the dude at the bar told him that after his show last night, he was sure he was a sucker if he went, but then he figured that either way, it might make for a good song.

he's standing on the platform, having snuck in simply by climbing a chain-link fence. it's a cold night; the wind blows a paper bag across the tracks. he huddles against the chill wind in his heavy leather jacket. he pulls a wool flat-hat down over his ears. cursing himself, not seeing anyone anywhere, and feeling like a fool, he pulls out some cigarettes, turns his back on the wind, and lights one, taking a deep drag, and then letting it out, only to turn and see...