Iron horses

[Randy]

Randy sat at the very end of the platform, his big brown dog at his side. A large black train started up and it's whistle blew, his dog howled with it and randy covered his ears as he reached over to hold his dog's mouth shut. "Shhhhh!" he said to the furry mutt.

He had had a long day and was ready for a nap. He figured if he tried to sleep here, the bulls would make him leave, and he liked it at the station, just sitting here and watching the trains all day. But he sighed and pulled out a pack of soggy cards and looked around for someone to gamble with.

[Gabbi McGinn]

Gabbi was walking by the train stations of Harlem, having afforded several pennies for the streetcar transportation that she, presently, felt obligated to use. Her legs were aching worse than anything she could have thought, although she wasn't exactly sure why. It happened periodically, though, sometimes worse than now. They ached and bowed, occasionally causing her to hiss out in pain.

While there was no one she needed to see in Harlem, not exactly, it was one of her more favorite places to go. Brooklyn was and always would be her home, but Harlem was a close second. Her family had taken a train from this station to get to Chicago, namely because it was a less expensive, more direct route than the train that ran from Brooklyn to the Midwest, and it was closer to Brooklyn than Manhattan's train station. In addition, her mother had always had a keen affinity for Harlem, although she was uncertain as to why.

There was a dog howling as the train whistle blew, and she smiled when she heard it. Animals were always a soft spot for her, an unlikely one at that. But she did love them, and so set out to search for the source of the howling.

She found it, accompanied by a boy. "S'at your dog making all dat noise?" she questioned, though she was smirking all the while.

[Randy]

Randy stared at the girl a moment before answering, looking her over. "Yeah, so?" he said cocking his eyebrow, a trick he learned from his so called sister, Candy.He ran his hand through the animal's dirty hair.

Another train started up and again his dog begain to howl. "Shut up!" he said clamping his hand tightly around it's muzzle. He wanted to draw as little attention to him self as possible.

((Sorry if all this is spelled wrong, spell check wouldn't work))

[Gabbi McGinn]

Gabbi shrugged, wanting to tell him that it was cute. But cute...well, cute wasn't usually a word that came out of her mouth, and so she refrained. "Youse should let 'im bark. It's...natural, and all." She would have leaned in to pet the dog, but she didn't exaclty know how friendly the creature was or would be. "Or, if youse didn't want him to bark at da trains, den, likesay, maybe youse shouldn't loiter around the trainyards, ken?"

She leaned back on nothing, her shoulders fixed back and locked a bit. Her arms were crossed over her chest, now, as she didn't want to risk any limbs to the dog. While she loved the animals, she knew that they didn't always love her. A bite to the arm, procured at the ripe old age of seven, a bite directly to the face at the age of ten--which left a small, circular scar under her eye--, countless nips at fingers at all ages all proved as reminders to her to not get too close or too trusting immediately.