Ben Hansen
Ben clipped Hugh casually over the ear as they left.
When they got to the train station, it was raining heavily. They were glad to get under what little shelter the hole-ridden roof could provide. Looking around, they saw that it was a farily stereotypical station, with ticket machine and wet benches and nearby train tracks. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that I have no idea what to write, it wouldn't be worth describing. They sat here for several hours, until 6:30 rolled by. Then the Orwent Express rolled in.
It was one of the new style trains, those that had been built with a streamlined, curved, modern appearance in mind but somehow looking like a fat block of shit. The recording declared it the 6:30 express to Orwent. Ben and Hugh looked at each other significantly, and stepped on.
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