Howdy (XD... Wow feels good to say that), have you ever imagined yourself on a speeding, powerful locomotive taken over by bandits? Guess am the only one who’s imagined it, huh.

Well, close your eyes and imagine this. You can hear the sound of the train’s engine, laughter coming from the diner car, and…gunshots? The train has just been taken over by a bunch of loud and rude bandits who have decided to take the precious jewels on board along with the haughty yet attractive heiress, Lady Josephine. While aboard this train, the waitresses and waiters have joined forces to take the bandits down. And the bandits, they’ve decided to careen the train off a cliff, killing the passengers who have become witness to their crimes.

Who will you play?

The bandits who have a lust for beautiful, expensive jewels?
Or the people of service who put themselves on the line to save everyone on board?
Or even one of the passengers, who have grown tired of being toyed with?

(Reminder: This is set in… like the western age or w/e. XD so no AKs coming out of nowhere, and no fancy lambos or mustangs, to the exception of the horse. XD Foreigners are welcome!)


We need about three or four bandits and the same amount for do-good service people. We also need a Lady Josephine.

Ahh… I have forgotten. Of course there can be a bit of romance and there is a bit of unrequited love between Lady Josephine, and her foreign bodyguard, Hajime. (I play Hajime… >>;; I seem to play male characters better then female.) If you wish to be involved with romance anyone out there, I don’t mind picking up a second male made up character to help you with that (probably be a bandit made-up though…)

The Form

Name:
Status: Waiter/waitress, diplomat, deputy of the law, important mister or mistress
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Personality:
Dislike:
Like:

Name: Lady Josephine Maria Sherwood
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Status: Heiress of a famous jeweler
Personality: Haughty, and chivalrous, the only person who can calm her is Hajime. Who she is in love with, but dares not to tell him, because her fear of rejection. She hates to be toyed with and has exceptional experience with guns. Josephine behaves like a woman when she is around Hajime, she can be very bashful, but gets extremely angry when he flirts or plays around. She HATES to be called a child or brat.
Appearance: Whoever wants her can give an appearance
Dislike: Fools, when Hajime flirts with other women (You are free to add stuff)
Likes: Hajime (heart, heart)

Name: Koizuki Hajime
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Status: Bodyguard of heiress
Personality: Calm and collective, he is a very cunning man. But you can never tell by his outward personality. You can call him a skirt chaser but that wouldn’t do him much justice (he’s more then a skirt chaser). But in fact, he can be very protective of his mistress, Ms. Josephine. He’s a human-lover, loving whomever asks for it. But when it comes to Josephine, he loves her deeply. >>;; But he’s slow, so he is not sure of this feeling yet.
Appearance:
Likes: Women, wine, women, women, Josephine. (Aww… Whoever’s Josephine.. XD Am sorry)
Dislike: Anyone who interferes or endangers ‘his’ lady Josephine.
Quote: “You are as beautiful as a rose. I cannot wait to pull the thorns from you.” (XDDD Hahahahaha… to anyone who gets what he’s saying.), “This isn’t what it looks like Josephine!”
TAKEN.


So join and let's have fun being hostages, heroes or bandits!

Sounds very interesting ^^ Though it's a short plot.

Sure, I'll join.

Can I be Lady Josephine? I play romance and woman parts alot and I'm very good at it.
Also. Can I make another character if I get the Josephine part?

I tried to make it longer. XD But.. I couldn't be more specific about being captured on a train.

Sure. You can play her and create a made-up if you wish.


>> Am better at male parts and romance if I say so myself, though am female. -_- It's somewhat a shame.

Lolz ^^
Thanks.

It's okay. At least you know how men are.

(I'll get on the applications).

Name: Lady Belle

Status: Important mistress

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: Lady Belle

Personality: Very soft and calm, though evil in some way. Knowledgeable.

Dislike: Men who only go after her money.

Like: Her long-term male best friend, who she is considering him to marry.

Her Story:
Lady Belle has inherited her father's importance, though she wasn't extremely wealthy. Of course, in these days, women weren't allowed to earn their own money or have any work done except for house work for those regular women. Belle has fallen in love too many times and has been broken hearted all through it. All because of the same reason: They were only after her money. The only man she has not tried for yet was her long-term male best friend, Bill. He is a waiter on the train. Bill isn't your average 'I'm want money' kind of guy, like all those other men, he was more of a laid back gentleman who only wants a normal life and has no interest in money. At first, Belle was being really careful with this one, incase he was just tricking her.. but she has known him almost all her life so she couldn't question. Later on, they were beginning to fall in love.
Bill is planning to propose to Belle on that very train. It was too late. When Bill's knee was on the ground, ring in hand, the bandits showed up.
Lady Belle was the most frightened because... she knew what was happening, why it was and who were doing it. She was very knowledgable about the whole situation but refuses to tell. Belle is the only one who knows.

(Bill doesn't need a profile. Lady Belle's profile explains it.)

(AMusingly, I had one day the idea of a western rpg... perhaps more like the tabletop rpg Deadland, but oh well. Made quickly, remixed dude)

Name: François de Lorraine
Status: Lower Canada provincial policeman (kind of left the job...)
Age: 28?
Gender: Male
Appearance: Flowing crow black hairs, a slightly taned tone, icy blue grey eyes, quite tall and well built. vague metis look., and attractive. Black redingote, long pants, long leather boots, black stetson hat. Bear still a few of his canadian and low canada insigns.
Personality: He was quite friendly and warm... Mostly is. But he gained an edge over the years... The weight of duty, the call for justice... Still is quite merry when he relax,. And flirty.
Dislike: Brutes, low grade brigands.
Like: Women, alcohol, a nice meal...
History: As in a Sergio Leone movie, he is on a travel... long far away from home after a man... 'to the world's end, if God wish so'.

A man who killed awhole familliy near the usa, in a most horrifying and brutal way, for an handfull of dollars... A family he knew. The criminal used to be an agent of the Crown, an 'anglo', and the family had members involved in the Patriots's Rebelion. So the criminal was let away easily...

It had been weeks.. months.. That he crossed the frontier... AFter the son of a....

i'm in



name: James Dean Thompson

status: sherrif(if thats ok)

age: 35

gender: male

appearence: tall and thin but well built. black hair blue eyes
always weares his badge in sight on his vest and his pistol at his waist

personality: usualy verry cool and calm but with no tolerence for crime
and rudeness. always verry heroic and schivilrous

dislike: outlaws and law breakers

like: women, whisky, and the wild west her self

(Hi, if anyone is on here, i'd like to join...if that's ok with everyone here!!I...don't want to be a burden...) :worried:

Name: Tabitha (Tibby) Hughes

Status: Waitress

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: Her hair is tied back into a brown-black ponytail, out of her face and her work. Her bangs hang slightly over her grey-green eyes. She is good looking, with a small nose and rosy lips.

She dresses in the standard uniform of the train's waiters/esses, a black vest over elbow length, white, button-up, collared shirt and black pants. She forgot her name tag in her compartment, which she shares with Amy.

Personality: Before she became a waitress, she was nobody. Now, though, she's somebody and she KNOWS it. Anyone who doesn't know it is immediately served by Amy. Tibby does not have any perfessional martial arts skill, but who need that? She is rather strong, and knows how to walk on the roof of a train.

Dislike: Anyone who puts her down or says that she doesn't know anything. She does, and proves it whenever she can to whoever says she doesn't. Most of the time she's pretty mellow, though.

Like: Amy (not that way, eww), chocolate, chocolate, people who treat her like equals, chocolate, and chocolate. How did I neglect to say that she likes chocolate?




Name: Amanda (Amy) Lark

Status: Waitress

Age: 16 1/2

Gender: Female

Appearance: Amanda is a shy girl with red-brown hair. She cut it level with her ears, but neglected her bangs, so it's all the same length. For her work she has a headband. Her eyes are bright green, and she once commented to Tibby that while Tibby's eyes were dreamy and Amy's were direct, Tibby is direct and Amy is dreamy. Tibby laughed and agreed.

Amy also wears the typical uniform (see Tibby's profile)

Personality: Shy and quiet, though brave when she needs to be, the only person who she can talk to and physically touch is Tibby, or someone threatening Tibby. She knows how sensitive Tibby is, and whenever Tibby is getting upset about a customer in the train, she has to drag her off into the freezer room to cool down. She's the one who hides the chocolate stash in her compartment.

Dislike: She dislikes people who threaten her or Tibby, or anyone innocent.

Like: Chocolate, Tibby (Not that way), Chocolate, sleep, cooking, chocolate, and chocolate.

Ok, I'm going to join...

Name:Gayatshiro "Ember" Reighca
Status:Waitress
Age:19
Gender:Female
Appearance:Bluish-black medium length hair, put in two short braids. Sky blue ribbons weave through her hair, and a polished wooden necklace hangs around her slender neck. She is tall, lanky, and often wears her bangs in her eyes. With long eyelashes, her reddish-black eyes look like a burning-out fire. She always wears the uniform, and often wears a long, crisp, white shirt under the black apron she is supposed to wear in order to hide her long, pure gold arm band.
Personality:Extremely shy, and hates being confronted. If people talk bad about her, she just apologizes repeatedly. She loves animals, and often sings quietly early in the morning, just trying to calm her nerves.
Dislike:Confrontations, guns, being alone with anyone,leeks
Likes:Animals, small lightweight daggers, cooking, helping, the feeling of her hair being braided, books

(( Do you know when we start? ))

(considering that the creator of this rpg have not connected here since months.... it's probably dead for good...)

(( I think that there are enough peoples for it to work without the creator, ne? ))

"Amy," Tibby shook her friend.
Amy rolled over, nearer to the wall, and said something akin to, "Mrrrrrhhmpppphhhhhh..."
"Amy, wake up."
" Wrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyy... "
"We have night shift, remember? Amy, Up."
Amy opened her eyes slowly. Tibby was in her uniform. 'Typical. She wakes up ten minutes early just to dress, then leaves once she's sure I don't go back to sleep.'
"Don't go back to sleep," Tibby called over her shoulder. The door slid closed. Amy tottered off of the bottom bunk in their tiny compartment, nearly walking into the wall two feet away. NO space to swing a cat around in THIS part of the train.

Tibby sat behind the booth and waited. It was the middle of the night, so not much was likely to happen. Oh, how wrong she was.


(( This should be right before the Heist happens, so people can set up exactly where they are before the stuff hits the fan, kay? ))

Gayatshiro stood, shoved her journal underneath the pillow in her car, and slid out the door to take a walk. Having not slept, she yawned and stretched outside her car. She walked, lost in her own thoughts, when she came across a girl sitting behind a booth.
"E-excuse me...may I ask...if you are...alright?"she stuttered, and clasped her hand around one of her braids.

Tibby yawned. "Yes, I'm fine. I was just stupid enough to sign up for the Night shift. Not smart of me..." She shook her head and rubbed her temples.
Amy walked in, also yawning. She hadn't brushed her hair. She sat across from Tibby, and doubled over onto the table, pretty much falling back asleep.

"Oh!" Gayatshiro smiled, curtsied, and giggled.
"If you need, I can brush and plait your hair for you...if...if you need..." her smile fell, and she stroked the ribbon in her hair.
"I...I haven't slept at all...if...if you need...I can...can take over...for one of...one you..."

Tibby reached over and poked Amy. "It's okay, you don't need to take over. The night shift is midnight to 6:30 AM, anyway. If you haven't slept before now, you'd probably end up falling asleep like Amy." She poked her friend again, to be waved away by a lazy hand.
"Go away, Tibby."
"Night shift, remember? Jeez, you can sleep ANYWHERE," Tibby laughed. Amy looked up with blood-shot eyes.
"Yes, I can. Why'd you sign us up for this, anyway?"
"I can't really remember. I think I was sleep walking, or something." Tibby remembered the other girl then, "If you can't sleep, you can stay with us for a while," She offered. "Nothing EVER happens on Night Shift, so it'll get boring enough to make you cry, or something."
"Or go back to sleep." Amy lay back down, this time curled up on the seat of the booth. Tibby kicked her under the table.

(( Amy: Sleep is good. Sleep is what Volital was just doing... ))

((Volital: Sleep is what you will be doing if you do not shut up. By way of a fist to your face. ))

(( Amy: O.O ))

Gayatshiro sat in front of Tibby, eyes down, stroking her braid. Suddenly, the band around one of her braids snapped, and landed in front of Tibby. Gasping, Gayatshiro snatched it up, and began to bow her head.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm SO sorry!" she squeled, and tears formed at the sides of her eyes.

Tibby giggled, jumping at the sudden shock. Amy sat up with a bump, alarmed at the sudden sound, and promptly slipped off the booth's leather seat and onto the floor beneath the table.
"Don't be sorry, that was hilarious!" Tibby giggled.
Amy got up, growling, "Tibby, if you do not shut your mouth RIGHT NOW-"
Tibby got up and went for coffee.
Amy sat where Tibby had, leaning on her elbows and rubbing her temples. "She's like a five-year old... She likes springing surprises on people, likes being surprised, and hates being treated like a thing. When people call her by her first name she sulks, and when they call her by no name she rages. She's odd like that." Amy looked up. "I'm Amy, and that's Tibby." She pointed in the general direction of the stairs, that led up to the kitchen. ((This is a double-decker, in some parts at-least.))
Tibby returned with three cups of coffee, grinning. "The best thing about Third- and Night-shift, FREE COFFEE!"
Amy grabbed her mug, generally returning to a human-like out-look as she did so.

Gayatshiro shook, and clasped her hands together.
"You...your not...not angry?" she stuttered, and lifted her eyes to meet the glowing moon. Standing up, she placed a hand on the cold, dark window, and smiled as a nightingale circled the window. Suddenly, screaming, Gayatshiro toppled backwards, face pale, clutching her arm. She pulled herself into a ball, hugging her knees tightly.

Tibby and Amy had been scuffling over who gets to sit on the seat (even though there was more than enough space) when ... (we still don't know your name, LOLZ!) cried out. Tibby fell off into the corridor, rolling to her feet.
"What..."
A pale face hung outside the window, grinning in at them. He held a gun which had puntured part of the pane. He punched the rest of it in, and glass rained down on them.
Amy had the good sense to get out of the booth, somehow dragging ((...)) with her. Wind filled the cabin.

(( Enter plot bunny. For info, the bandits figured that the night shift didn't have many people on it, and after the checked the list they saw two girls and only sent one guy. ))

*By the same place....

In the sleeping room, the traveler sleep deeply. He was just in boxers, his clothes around on a nearby chair, along a Smith and Wesson... Long black hairs rest against the pillow of this bed. Alln quiet. He needed more rest for the travel...*

(( Uhm... Sure? We're kinda moving... Hence the wind and stuff... *blush* Yeah... Well... Make that in your room and that'd be fine... It just would make no sense for you to be in a hotel. ))

(sorry, kind of spaced out, will reedit ^^; )

Tibby kinda stood there, frozen as Amy pulled ((...)) off the seat, watching the bandit climb inside..
'Wait... BANDIT?!'
Her eyes flicked around for a weapon as she settled into the balanced position, so the bumps of the train wouldn't knock her over. She heard gunshots from the other cars, and the bandit's evil grin widened.
"That's right, we're all alone together."
"What, do you plan to rape us or something?" Tibby asked, trying to sound brave. Somehow it didn't come out as a squeak.

(( The ' ' single quotes are for thoughts, kay? Sometimes that gets confuzzling. ))

Gayatshiro gasped, and, in an instant, had chucked the full coffee pot at the bandit.
"My name is Gayatshiro, but you two can call me Ember if you'd like." she said, and searched the area for more things to throw. Suddenly, three more bandits came through behind them, and each grabbed a girl. Gayatshiro screamed, and tried to reach for Amy and Tibby.
"Tibby! Amy! Release us! Right now!!! We have nothing valuable!"she yelled, and gasped as the bandit holding her pulled a golden arm band from underneath her long-sleeved service shirt.
"Oh really. Looks like we gots ourselves a little gypsy here boys!" he called, and they all whooped in unison.
"I...I'm so sorry...I..." Gayatshiro muttered, and collapsed, sobbing and sobbing, afraid.
The bandits laughed and one pulled Ember up by the hair.
"Now, sweetheart, where can you be hiding the rest of the gold?" he laughed.

Hey. I was wondering about this. Don't you need someone to actually play a bandit? xD
I'd like to join, if it's not too late.

Name: James Greyson
Status: Leader of the bandits
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: James
Personality: Cold and ruthless. He has to have his way. He's very clever, and is a good liar. He can charm most anyone and can be terribly polite.
Dislikes: Someone having authority over him.
Likes: Wealth and power.

I hope it's okay with everyone if I do join.

"R-release us right now! Y-you are such a terrible person!" Gayatshiro screamed, and she wriggled away from the bandit.
"Let me speak to your leader! Right...right now!" she called, hoping she sounded stronger than she felt.
"And give me back my arm band! That was gift from my mother!"
Let's hope that their leader is a gentleman...she thought.

I think it's wonderful that you want to join us Hanyoukai, or, shall I say, 'James Greyson'. Hope to meet you soon!! :kittylove: :music: :) :) :fan: :cheer: :daydream:

(( yay! Things happen! ))

Tibby acted on the spur of the moment, jumping with all her wieght, and landing on her bandit's boot. He yelped and let her go out of instinct, and she grabbed something off the table (The napkin dispenser) and banged his face with it.
Amy's bandit watched Tibby with his eyes wide open. He loosened his grip for a moment. Amy took that chance and shoved her thumb into his eye.
By the time Amy had broken free, Tibby had hers unconscious. She ran and kicked Amy's little friend in the balls from behind, and let him crumple to the floor.
Then she felt cold metal at her temple and held very still.
Amy wasn't going to let her friend get shot. The table behind her had a salt and pepper shaker. She threw that at the bandit, and he watched it fly past.
Tibby grabbed the gun and held on, keeping it pointed straight up.

Gayatshiro gasped.
"How dare you sir! Attack a woman! You'll pay!" she called, and grabbed her arm band from the bandit. Winding up, she hummed a chord, and tossed it at the gun, smiling as it linked around the gun's barrel. Running forward, she laughed as the gold glinted in the moonlight. Everyone seemed to be centered around this one gun. Unless someone pulled her away by her hair, she would not leave her new friends. She would take the bullet herself. And these bandits didn't know what they were up against.

Tibby didn't pay attention as the band settled around the gun, but Amy did. She looked around frantically for Lizzie, noticing what she was about to do. Amy grinned. Lizzie might be shy, but she certainly wasn't stupid. Amy got her apron from the wall and tied the one that Tibby got up. Tibby's apron tied her bandit to a table. They were tough, efficient square knots, and a few she had learned when she was a child living near the San Fransisco harbor. That done, she looked back at Tibby, shocked for a moment that she had forgotten. The bandit was slowly lowering it down at her friend.
"Oh no you don't!" Amy yelled, attacking the bandit from behind.

-James-
I wandered around some part of the train, waiting for any of my men to report anything. So far there was nothing. I took the pistol from it's holster and began to swing it boredly. We knew there were some valueable people and their fortunes were on the line, so we needed to act quickly.

I sighed and went to the next compartment. Nothing. The next. Nothing. I growled and kicked the next compartment door. There was yelling. Finally. I grabbed my other pistol and cocked it, doing the same for the first. I quietly snuck in, seeing a few of my men on the floor, while others were attacking three young women.

"What the devil is going on here?!" He shouted loudly, feigning shock. Heh, this was going to be easy.

*There was sounds out of the door... Loud. The traveler was shacken out of the sleep, and noticed the weird atmosphere and sounds. Fight?

He quickly climbs out of the bed, and dress up partialy. Time is the key. Muttering in french, he grabs his shirt and quickly put it on after his pants, boots, and draws his standart issues Smith and Wesson. Time to use his skills... He get by the door, and slowly, carefully open it... looking outside...*


(Is the action far from the sleeping compartiment? I quick readed all. ^^; )

All movement in the room stopped abruptly, like someone had pulled out all our will to move. The bandit grappling with both Tibby and Amy stopped fighting and tried to salute or something, yelling,
"Sir Greyson!" The other bandit, who was just watching amusedly, jumped and turned rigid.
Tibby met Amy's eyes, and Amy nodded. Amy, who was closer to the other guy, found something heavy (the coffee pot Lizzie threw earlier) and lobbed it at the unoccupied bandit. He hit the floor.
Tibby, meanwhile, kicked the bandit in front of her in the balls. He screamed (Not shouted, SCREAMED) and hit the deck only seconds later.

Gayatshiro gasped. Was this man the leader? Was he a passenger? Feeling a flush creep across her cheeks, she dropped her head, and backed into a corner. He reminded her of that man...the man that had smiled kindly at her, only moments later to turn and shoot her brother in the heart.
Oh, please, don't notice me. Please, just leave me be...she thought, and squeezed her eyes shut. No one used to notice her, and she prayed that she take up that habit once more. She couldn't help it, she thought he was dashing. But she couldn't look at him. If she did, she would most likely start to sob, cry for her brother.
Please, Sherrif, Deputy, anyone, save us. We need help...she thought desperately, and strained her neck as she saw a man poke his head out his door 2 cars down. (hint hint! :excited: ) Everything slowed though, as she was gripped around the neck by a bandit, and lifted off the ground.
"Sir Greyson, this one's a Gypsy! She had a golden armband! Shall I kill her?" he laughed, and pushed his gun against her head. The cold metal burned her flesh, and a picture of her brother flashed in front of her eyes as she heard the pistol get cocked.
"I...I have no regrets..." she murmured, and tears slid down her cheeks.

(( Omfg... Okay, TIbby's going to scold you later for this...))

Tibby turned around. 'So Lizzie's a gypsy... A crying Gypsy...' Tibby scowled. Her hands searched for something to throw and found the gun, and the gold arm band on it. She tossed it at the bandit, it's shine drawing his eye. While he watched it, she threw the gun. She had surprisingly good aim, born from long evenings spent in the small cabin bouncing rubber balls off the curved cieling. There was one spot, and it would bounce back to her exactly right if she hit it...
The bandit's head was the spot. And she hit it. Hard.
But she also forgot about the bandits Amy hadn't tied. A foot landed in her back, and she flew forwards, hitting her head. The lights went out for Tibby.
Amy screamed and froze.

(umm...question question! Lizzie? didn't i put Ember for a nickname??)



As Tibby's head connected with the floor, Gayatshiro screamed, and tears flew like diamonds in front of her. The scream burbled, then died, as the bandit smacked her head with a but of the gun.
"Shut it! Your kind shouldn't even be alive!! Just die, would you?!" he yelled, and Gayatshiro quieted, meeting the eyes of the 'Sir Greyson' man.
Please...she prayed silently,[I]save them. I deserve not to live, for I have lied...

-James-
I looked at my men. "Idiots!" I hissed. I kicked one on the ground hard. "Do not kill anyone yet! You weren't supposed to do anything yet!" I glared at them all.

I turned back to the bandits. "Bind them. But not too tight, it won't be any fun if the little mice won't be out to play."

I looked over the women. I scrunched my eyes at one, the 'gypsy'. "Don't I recognize you from somewhere...?"

(again... Is the action far from the sleeping compartiment?

Slow down, friends.... )

*The french (?) traveller mutters again in french. there is definitly a fight here in the train. He slowly make his way out of the sleeping area, holding his gun in the hand. How many around... not sure. Risky.* Enfants de chienne...