Every time they stopped for a platform, Dyme always worried he was going to see a too-familiar face in the crowd of those who left, someone he considered a friend or wanted to consider a friend. He was relieved this time when there was no one he really knew among the line. At the same time, he felt selfish--it was good that people were leaving, wasn't it? They were going home. He thought, anyway. Maybe they weren't, maybe they were going somewhere awful. He had no way of knowing, and without the knowledge, he told himself that he couldn't get too wrapped up in the what-ifs.
Instead, he stepped off the train and greeted any one of the new faces who caught his eye with a cheery, "Hello!" He shoved his hands into the pockets of his orange hoodie and continued. "Welcome to the train. It's a little shitty but it's home away from home."
Departure
Dyme had been through this moment enough times by now that he didn't even bother moving from where he was seated by a window in the common carriage, instead glancing around him to see who wasn't listening to the announcement.
"What it says 'advised to remain seated', it really means it," he offered helpfully.
Around the Train
Instead of perching himself in the common carriage with his guitar, Dyme could be found in the music car sitting at the piano on the upper floor, playing a love ballad, soft and sweet. He was a little rusty, but clearly knew what he was doing. It'd been a long while since he'd gotten his hands on a piano, and he'd been strangely shy about using the piano on the train once the music car had been added, but today he'd gotten over that shyness.
Though he might have been engrossed in the music and not notice anyone who entered the car at first, he'd become aware of them shortly when he was finished.
Dyme Graydon | OTA
Every time they stopped for a platform, Dyme always worried he was going to see a too-familiar face in the crowd of those who left, someone he considered a friend or wanted to consider a friend. He was relieved this time when there was no one he really knew among the line. At the same time, he felt selfish--it was good that people were leaving, wasn't it? They were going home. He thought, anyway. Maybe they weren't, maybe they were going somewhere awful. He had no way of knowing, and without the knowledge, he told himself that he couldn't get too wrapped up in the what-ifs.
Instead, he stepped off the train and greeted any one of the new faces who caught his eye with a cheery, "Hello!" He shoved his hands into the pockets of his orange hoodie and continued. "Welcome to the train. It's a little shitty but it's home away from home."
Departure
Dyme had been through this moment enough times by now that he didn't even bother moving from where he was seated by a window in the common carriage, instead glancing around him to see who wasn't listening to the announcement.
"What it says 'advised to remain seated', it really means it," he offered helpfully.
Around the Train
Instead of perching himself in the common carriage with his guitar, Dyme could be found in the music car sitting at the piano on the upper floor, playing a love ballad, soft and sweet. He was a little rusty, but clearly knew what he was doing. It'd been a long while since he'd gotten his hands on a piano, and he'd been strangely shy about using the piano on the train once the music car had been added, but today he'd gotten over that shyness.
Though he might have been engrossed in the music and not notice anyone who entered the car at first, he'd become aware of them shortly when he was finished.
Wildcard
[ooc: Find Dyme somewhere else around the train!]