Post by Beruto on Dec 10, 2019 21:06:55 GMT -8
Name: Beruto
Starting Land: Central City.
New Land: West City.
Steps Required: 1
Thread Type: Personal Saga.
Thread Link: N/A
Mode of Travel: Normal
Beruto's time in Central city over the past few days was nothing if not productive. In spite of having arrived a day earlier than he had originally intended, the red haired young man had not only acquired the parts his employer had requested and the new fly wheel for his RV, but had also made a new friend at the local martial arts competition. A fellow shirtless fighting enthusiast, Cade was probably as cocky if not more so than Beruto himself, but they managed to have a fun time and had gotten along pretty well afterwards. The teen's time in Central was finite though and as much as he would have liked to have stayed and gotten a rematch, Beruto had to make the return journey to West City. He did make sure to give Cade his cellular telephone number so that they could stay in touch and coordinate any future travel plans once the red haired teen got his RV running.
Packing up his belongings in a duffel bag and tying the heavier automotive parts to a wheeled luggage carrier, Beruto made his way to the local train stations to catch the early morning departure. From Central City his train would take him on a winding course across the Southern lands, rolling hills passing by after leaving the metropolis and surrounding suburban areas. The hills would eventually give way to sweeping farm land and eventually the train would reach the end of the line. Travel wasn't the easiest sometimes, especially when relying on public transit. This particular rail line didn't go all of the way to the border, instead it stopped in some dusty little town in the middle of no where that made Beruto's own hole in the wall town look like a major city. From this point on through the border crossing, the shirtless boy would be traveling by bus, and then for a few miles by foot, since once again, the public transit facilities didn't quite overlap. Beruto wasn't worried about the walk though, as long as it wasn't raining, not that he personally cared, never sporting a shirt meant he didn't have to worry about it getting wet. The box of parts for his employer though needed to stay dry so if the weather turned against him by the time the bus pulled into the depot, he would have to wait out the rain.
Thankfully after a long, boring ride on the bus, following the scenic ride on the train, Beruto arrived in the dusty little down and to zero precipitation. Climbing off the bus and with a quick stop for lunch, Beruto set out for a five or so mile hike, trailing the little luggage carrier behind him. By the time the boy arrived in the next town, his athletic body was covered in sweat, not only because of the mid day sun, but also the added strain of lugging around his belongings, the luggage cart and the new training weights he'd received from the smoking man he'd fought some weeks back. Now that was a strange one, the man blew up a barn, threatened to kill the entire family and then, after beating Beruto senseless, turned around and wanted to be friends. The relationship was a strained one, at least Beurto thought so, he had to routinely read silly messages on his phone from the guy asking things like 'Do you even lift?' To which the red haired boy usually had a witty come back and almost always called the guy 'Old man.' In any case, lugging around all of the extra weight was certainly a strain on the athletic boy, especially on this five mile hike in the hot sun. In fact the red headed teen was pretty sure the luggage cart was sweating and it didn't even have skin!
Eventually the shirtless boy made it to the next town, hot, soaked in sweat and a little sun burned. It was mid afternoon by then and his next transport, an over night train, didn't leave until just around dinner time. This of course meant that he had a little time to kill and spent it relaxing in a malt shop. Yes this quaint little town actually did have a malt shop. Two chocolate milk shakes later and Beruto was feeling better, if not slightly sick after drinking that much dairy in one sitting. Five O Clock was just about to roll around by this time and so with nothing else to do in the quaint, sleepy little desert down, Beruto made his way to the train station. At the station the conductor almost refused to let the half clothed boy board the train, apparently the man didn't realize that he was the first runner up of the Central City Martial Arts Championship. A careful explanation of the facts and a healthy dose of pectoral flexing verging of the overtly intimidating was enough to convince the uniformed man to let Beurto board his train, though the shirtless teen did concede the fact that due to his long, sweaty walk, he was starting to carry an aroma about with him. Thankfully, being an over night trip, the boy has been sure to book himself in the sleeper car and had a state room all to himself. It really was the most comfortable way to travel, at least it would be until he got his RV running. Only then would he have complete freedom to determine direction and time of travel, and not be stuck on someone else's schedule. The state room did come with another benefit which too was shared with the RV, a shower. That evening, before the porter came in to turn down the boy's bed, Beruto took a nice, long, refreshing shower, washing off the sweat and dirt of the day's travels.
When morning rolled around the train was nearing it's destination, West City and the place Beruto called, at least temporarily, home. Pulling in just after breakfast, Beruto got off and was quite happy to be back, not only just to be home, but also because now, hopefully in a matter of days, he would get his RV up and running and could finally take it out on the open road. He was also looking forward to seeing Dahlia again and perhaps seeing if she would like to join him on his cross country test drive. Now though there was word to do and parts to deliver.
Word Count: 1077.
Starting Land: Central City.
New Land: West City.
Steps Required: 1
Thread Type: Personal Saga.
Thread Link: N/A
Mode of Travel: Normal
Beruto's time in Central city over the past few days was nothing if not productive. In spite of having arrived a day earlier than he had originally intended, the red haired young man had not only acquired the parts his employer had requested and the new fly wheel for his RV, but had also made a new friend at the local martial arts competition. A fellow shirtless fighting enthusiast, Cade was probably as cocky if not more so than Beruto himself, but they managed to have a fun time and had gotten along pretty well afterwards. The teen's time in Central was finite though and as much as he would have liked to have stayed and gotten a rematch, Beruto had to make the return journey to West City. He did make sure to give Cade his cellular telephone number so that they could stay in touch and coordinate any future travel plans once the red haired teen got his RV running.
Packing up his belongings in a duffel bag and tying the heavier automotive parts to a wheeled luggage carrier, Beruto made his way to the local train stations to catch the early morning departure. From Central City his train would take him on a winding course across the Southern lands, rolling hills passing by after leaving the metropolis and surrounding suburban areas. The hills would eventually give way to sweeping farm land and eventually the train would reach the end of the line. Travel wasn't the easiest sometimes, especially when relying on public transit. This particular rail line didn't go all of the way to the border, instead it stopped in some dusty little town in the middle of no where that made Beruto's own hole in the wall town look like a major city. From this point on through the border crossing, the shirtless boy would be traveling by bus, and then for a few miles by foot, since once again, the public transit facilities didn't quite overlap. Beruto wasn't worried about the walk though, as long as it wasn't raining, not that he personally cared, never sporting a shirt meant he didn't have to worry about it getting wet. The box of parts for his employer though needed to stay dry so if the weather turned against him by the time the bus pulled into the depot, he would have to wait out the rain.
Thankfully after a long, boring ride on the bus, following the scenic ride on the train, Beruto arrived in the dusty little down and to zero precipitation. Climbing off the bus and with a quick stop for lunch, Beruto set out for a five or so mile hike, trailing the little luggage carrier behind him. By the time the boy arrived in the next town, his athletic body was covered in sweat, not only because of the mid day sun, but also the added strain of lugging around his belongings, the luggage cart and the new training weights he'd received from the smoking man he'd fought some weeks back. Now that was a strange one, the man blew up a barn, threatened to kill the entire family and then, after beating Beruto senseless, turned around and wanted to be friends. The relationship was a strained one, at least Beurto thought so, he had to routinely read silly messages on his phone from the guy asking things like 'Do you even lift?' To which the red haired boy usually had a witty come back and almost always called the guy 'Old man.' In any case, lugging around all of the extra weight was certainly a strain on the athletic boy, especially on this five mile hike in the hot sun. In fact the red headed teen was pretty sure the luggage cart was sweating and it didn't even have skin!
Eventually the shirtless boy made it to the next town, hot, soaked in sweat and a little sun burned. It was mid afternoon by then and his next transport, an over night train, didn't leave until just around dinner time. This of course meant that he had a little time to kill and spent it relaxing in a malt shop. Yes this quaint little town actually did have a malt shop. Two chocolate milk shakes later and Beruto was feeling better, if not slightly sick after drinking that much dairy in one sitting. Five O Clock was just about to roll around by this time and so with nothing else to do in the quaint, sleepy little desert down, Beruto made his way to the train station. At the station the conductor almost refused to let the half clothed boy board the train, apparently the man didn't realize that he was the first runner up of the Central City Martial Arts Championship. A careful explanation of the facts and a healthy dose of pectoral flexing verging of the overtly intimidating was enough to convince the uniformed man to let Beurto board his train, though the shirtless teen did concede the fact that due to his long, sweaty walk, he was starting to carry an aroma about with him. Thankfully, being an over night trip, the boy has been sure to book himself in the sleeper car and had a state room all to himself. It really was the most comfortable way to travel, at least it would be until he got his RV running. Only then would he have complete freedom to determine direction and time of travel, and not be stuck on someone else's schedule. The state room did come with another benefit which too was shared with the RV, a shower. That evening, before the porter came in to turn down the boy's bed, Beruto took a nice, long, refreshing shower, washing off the sweat and dirt of the day's travels.
When morning rolled around the train was nearing it's destination, West City and the place Beruto called, at least temporarily, home. Pulling in just after breakfast, Beruto got off and was quite happy to be back, not only just to be home, but also because now, hopefully in a matter of days, he would get his RV up and running and could finally take it out on the open road. He was also looking forward to seeing Dahlia again and perhaps seeing if she would like to join him on his cross country test drive. Now though there was word to do and parts to deliver.
Word Count: 1077.