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Post by Thomas Costello on Apr 7, 2009 15:41:32 GMT
The tube train sped through the tunnels at a powerful speed. The train appeared like a blur from the outside. It's gentle roar and humming echoed through the inner of the train. The train was crammed with bystanders and Londoners of all different shapes and sizes. The orange haired young adult lay back against his seat. He was wearing a black leather jacket, a black shirt and some black trousers. Oh and black trainers.
He also had big blue eyes. He was tired from the Two-Hour trip from Wrexham to London. He was now just gotten off that train and gotten off onto another from King's Cross! The red head was tired and he rubbed his eyes. Tom had a small blacksuit case beside him which containted his clothes, belogings and other stuff. Tom checked his digital watch. It was 5PM. The date was also their; April 7th 2009.
"Next stop, Walford Tube Station." The voice said on the intercom. When the train came to a halt, Tom pulled his suitcase and wheeled it out of the train with himself. The sun was shining and it was a nice spring evening, by the looks of things. Tom took a deep breath of Spring air when he arrived in the streets of Albert Square. Tom had already booked an apartment and was heading there right now. Then Tom bumped into someone as he was coming out of the tube station. "Whoa, sorry mate!" Tom said.
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Post by Sean Slater on Apr 16, 2009 0:30:42 GMT
It had been long enough, months in fact since he had set foot in Walford, the place his family lived and carried on their lives without him. Of course he didn’t want to go back and rejoin the clan, he wanted to be in and out as quickly as possible, like a hit and run attack in the army, swift and without a witness. He wanted payback, he wanted the Mitchells to feel some degree of the pain he felt, or lack of it, he wanted them to feel the numbing cold in his heart.
Sean had been living however he could, as usual showing remarkable resiliance and resource, he had no job, no money, yet remained in good health, considering, and was able to get this far. All he needed to do was board the train, and take the 20 minute journey into the Eastend of London, there he could stop off at Walford and begin taking care of the Mitchells once and for all. Whether he would kill them, hurt them, or simply torment them, he did not know, he had no true agenda yet, all he knew was he had to get revenge.
Sean looked at the board on the computer as he looked at the tickets available, a train would be leaving any minute now, perfect timing that brought a smirk to his face. His head turned towards the barriers, he had no money, and therefore had no ticket, but he wouldn’t be beaten this time, he’d make it to that train, and he would make it to Walford.
He darted for the barrier, it had no guards, just electronically operated once a ticket was put in, but was easy to jump over. He did it no problem, but immediatly he caught the attention of a security guard. The pursuit began, but Sean wasn’t going to be caught as he sprinted inside the station and towards the train. He noticed the conducter returning back into the front cabin, alerting Sean to the fact the doors would close any second, and thank god he was in luck, leaping inside just as the train began to move and the doors closing right behind him. He grinned, turning to smile at the guard who only just caught up and was now running with the train trying to stop it, but it was too late, Sean was gone.
Sean sat down and prepared for the quick train journey. Eventually the train stopped at Walford station and Sean left the train, heading towards the exit. He was quick to leave, knowing this was probably the most dangerous part, leaving a public area, without being seen. He knew there was a very high chance he’d see someone he knew, and he had to keep out of sight, or at least conceal himself well enough to sneak by unnoticed.
He was busy looking out for people in front that he didnt see the redhead walk into his side. Sean was a pretty strong guy, and wasn’t knocked off his feet, but it did startle him a bit. For a moment he thought perhaps he’d been seen and grabbed by Phil Mitchell, or maybe even his mother or sister. Thankfully it was a stranger, a nobody as far as Sean knew.
Sean gave a shake of the head, a look of disgust almost, before carrying on, pacing towards the exit and then towards a nearby alleyway. He wanted to keep out of sight as much as he could, this would do just nicely.
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Post by Thomas Costello on Apr 16, 2009 1:15:22 GMT
Thomas felt the bump into him and reacted with a gentle but firm grip on the man's arm. But he quickly let go, due to it just being an instinctive reaction. Tom looked up to the other man who was a bit taller than Tom and a few years older too. Tom returned the look of disgust and raised an eyebrow. What was his problem? Tom had seen him on the train in fact...and by the look on the security guard at the last stop, he didn't look that happy...
There was something strange about this lad...And Tom's instincts told him to find out what was so strange about him in the first place...One thing for sure was that he was a scumbag-like person and seemed a bit...angry. Violent too. Tom was good at analysing people. Tom watched Sean make his march through Albert Square and through an alley. Tom thought about if he should or shouldn't follow him
Tom just wanted to see what this dodgy bloke was up to and what he was planning, because from the moment Tom saw Sean on the train, he knew that this fella was cooking up something...dark at the most. Tom thought he could take this man, if he lashed out at him. So Tom kept his head down and paused a few times to allow Sean to get further away. Then Tom, with his head down and his hands in his pockets, power walked quickly through the alley, he had seen Sean go down.
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