Owner	Pose
Xiomara Rojas	XIOMARA ROJAS doesn't understand why anyone would call her 'Xiomara.' Really, how would they even know that name? It isn't as if she even has any form of legal ID (which Freefall does not, at all, believe, because if she doesn't have a good fake ID then why does no one ever card her, which, no, doesn't make sense at all, it is a totally specious argument but one to which Freefall has committed with the fervor normally seen only in religious zealots). Really, it's just CRUSH. CRUSH is sitting in a passenger train car. It's an awful lot nicer than the usual cars - the seats are way more comfortable (they're ~padded~), they're broken into sections of two, most of them face the spacious windows, there aren't any poles, and not only does nothing smell like urine but there aren't any pools of it at all! A normal person would, at some time during the last hour and a half, come to the realization that they were on the wrong train. That they were not, in fact, going to Times Square to throw things at that window in the background of The Today Show (which, no, is *not* filmed in Times Square, and even if it were, would not be filming at 7 PM on a Saturday). That they had, in fact, managed to so totally misread a transit map as to now be in the midst of a journey taking them *to another state entirely*. The vast difference in price would have been a subtle clue, if only Crush had paid any attention to that, which she did not, because that isn't her Metrocard anyway, and who even looks at the ticket they give you, that just goes in a pocket to be found featureless, white, and brittle after you take something out of the dryer. "Wait," says Crush, looking up from her phone, where she was busily texting Freefall, who - who, yes, is sitting directly next to her. "Hey. Hey, why does that sign say 'Welcome to Delaware?'"
Roxanne Spaulding	NICHOLAS PADERSCHMIDT has been low-key glancing back at the KISS REJECT and her 90S REFUGEE GIRLFRIEND sitting in the seats a few rows back. His reasons aren't exactly honest, but what early-twenties young man has ever made more than occasional eye contact out of charity? No, NICHOLAS is convinced he's gotten the WORST HAIR-CUT OF HIS LIFE. 'Gimme something unique,' he said, voice thundering through the salon in ways that spiked more than a few eyebrows. It is exactly like when Snoop Dogg comes to -your- dispensary. It's fucking Christmas up in this bitch. The point is, NICHOLAS has a BADASS and HIGHLY NICHE SIDE-SHAVE PUNK BULLSHIT HAIR CUT. ROXANNE SPAULDING has been staring at him for like, EVER. He's clearly an anarchist non-conformist - who else would cop such a cyberpunk cut and wear boat shoes and a polo shirt? She's mystified. Sexually charged. Those lavender eyes contain little more than **hope** and **suggestion**. Sure, they're red-rimmed, and sure, she's very busily texting Xiomara the situation. Topic of conversation right now? ROXANNE: everybody knows polo shirts take crazy confidince to wear. huge dick. CRUSH: im telling u dick size has nothing to do with shirt style roxy ROXANNE: inspector roxanne will take this science experiment CRUSH: -- ROXANNE: lmao when did they start farming in harlem OKAY WAIT Roxy looks away from Nicholas and puts her chin squarely on Xiomara's shoulder. She smells like the CIRCLE K that the pair had picked up SNACKS at earlier. Her hair has that uniquely CHEMICAL stiff death quality to it. Very sexy. "...Hmm. Delaware's like another -state-. We took the Purple Line, right?" THEN: "The purple line is the bitch route, for bitches. Totally molestation station." "Okay, but it also goes to Times Square?" "Sure but the East Coast Flyer stops in Times Square Station 'cuz it's huge, let's just do that." "Sounds good to me." NOW: OH NO
Xiomara Rojas	NICHOLAS PADERSCHMIDT more like paderSHIT he is clearly a DICK and anyway just LOOK at him that HAIRCUT is definitely PURE ALT RIGHT and he's definitely ON FACEBOOK and in some group that's nothing but RACIST JOKES and CRUSH could definitely BEAT HIM UP and yes that is true for ALMOST EVERYONE and also MOST THINGS but that isn't the POINT the POINT IS THAT - "... huh?" Distracted from her frothing, red-hot, and one hundred percent warranted hatred for someone she has never met and will more than likely never interact with in any way, Crush snaps back to reality. She fishes through the pockets of her jacket until she finds what she assumes is their ticket. It isn't their ticket - it's *another* ticket, for their desired journey. It is clearly marked as being from more than a week ago, but that sort of trivial detail goes entirely unnoticed. "See? We got on the right train! So, what's the stupid deal?" Cue the mysterious sting in the soundtrack. "Roxy!" Crush whispers, eyes steely, making a fist and clapping it into her cupped hand. "Terrorists have hijacked our train and are taking it to Delaware!"
Roxanne Spaulding	God, he's cute. He's probably thinking tormented thoughts inside of that perfectly half-shaved, completely asynchronous head of his. He's probably an artist. An artist! Roxy can help artists! She is very VERY good at being poor. In fact, she's convinced that a steady diet of blowjobs, cooking in an apron, taking long bubblebaths, shopping trips, movie nights, couples massages, and riotous, exhausting, looks-sexier-than-it-is sex is all this STRUGGLING PICASSO needs to GET RIGHT. In fact, she has a mind to- "... huh????" Wait what? "**TERRORISTS??**" CUE THE STING AGAIN HOLY SHIT Roxanne doesn't even stop to consider that A) Xiomara is an -alien- and wasn't -raised here- or anything*. B) Why would terrorists want to go to Delaware on a conveyance they cannot exactly divert? C) yeah he's totally a neo-nazi. NO, OUR HEROINE IS unbuckling her seatbelt and then unbuckling her beltbelt, which is made of leather and has an obnoxious amount of studs. This is wrapped around her fist in a fashion that suggests she's done it before, which is concerning. Lavender eyes slip towards Xiomara's crimson - Roxanne nods, once. She taps her forehead, and gestures towards the front of the train car in a fashion that suggests she has no idea what she's doing. And then, she's gone. Crouch-walking up the train car like somebody nefarious is watching. Maximum stealth. In the current utterly casual setting, this makes her look slightly insane. Anyway, she quickly slips through the door leading out of the passenger car. *Xiomara was absolutely raised here, read her +timeline.
Xiomara Rojas	As an inheritor to whatever horrifying cocktail of genetic mutations it was that spawned TH' MAIN MAN, LOBO, into a race of tranquil aesthetes in a Kardashev Type II civilization, Crush is many things. 'Stealthy' is not any of them, nor is 'subtle.' She *absolutely* looks like a super-villain, one that millions of people have seen fist- (and chain-, and bike-, and building-)fight Superman, but she has learned a few tricks that help to assuage the concerns of civilians. Like, saying, "Don't worry, citizens. CRUSH and FREEFALL are on the case. We'll have this train back on course before your loved ones have any reason to suspect you're being held captive by eco-terrorists planning on chaining you to their environmentally-friendly bombs and dropping them from a zeppelin onto the headquarters of Stark Industries!" This is an EXCELLENT thing to say, and it calms *everyone* down, and *does not* turn the entire car into a raucous den of whispers and cries and frantic phone calls. (On her way out of their car, and after Roxy has left it, Crush flicks her finger against NICHOLAS PADERSCHMIDT's head. This gives him a concussion, and whiplash as his head flies back, and another concussion as his head hits the wall. He then, explosively, throws up into his own lap. "He was one of the terrorists," Crush stage-whispers to a concerned passenger, before, much more loudly, declaring, "Ew! Roxy, that gross skinhead who kept looking at you threw up all over himself!")
Roxanne Spaulding	Roxanne's a superhero, sort of. She doesn't really own up to it - when Crush mentions 'CRUSH and FREEFALL' like one of them is about to put their head in the other's mouth (like in a CIRCUS or something), Roxy's wincing even while she continues her dumbass crab-walk down the train car. She flashes Crush an extremely covert sign - one finger, upthrust triumphantly - as she opens the doors to the adjacent car and commandos through them. Like a fucking commando. She does stop half-way through the door to tug her jeans up so that her ass isn't hanging *all* the way out. She is wearing a pink thong, and exactly half of the Sailor Moon tattoo on her ass was previously visible, but NO LONGER. The TERRORISTS might see. The next car up is full of YET MORE PASSENGERS and a very stern-looking RAIL MARSHAL*. Roxanne can't tell who the RAIL MARSHAL is because he is UNDERCOVER, but we know better. She holds up her hands since everybody's staring at her because she is SNEAK-WALKING LIKE A LUNATIC. "Okay! Just keep-" She's already gone too loud. People are looking at her all expectantly and shit. Luckily, Crush interrupts by shrieking at her from the car behind. "Ew! He was a -skinhead-? How do you even know?? He had that cute counter-culture thing going! I bet he had a dick pierc-" The terrorists. A woman and her child are staring at her. The kid is already looking like she's got **questions**. "Ha ha! Sorry. No." Roxanne laughs. She explains. "Terrorists have, like, totally taken over the train." Bedlam.
Xiomara Rojas	Crush is dressed in a way befitting someone who is definitely not a supervillain: a black Cannibal Corpse shirt that is so old entire sections of it have fallen away and show her abs and part of her bra, pleather leggings that are entirely too tight and decidedly too low, an unnecessarily large belt with an also unnecessarily large belt buckle that says 'BITCH' in a faux-medieval font, a set of heavily scuffed combat boots, and the same ratty, black leather jacket she wears in conjunction with literally every 'outfit,' the one with the faux fur trim and hot pink piping that could never, under any circumstance, be made to zip up. It could not be clearer that CRUSH is a SUPER-HEROINE Over the din of the mounting panic, Crush announces, "IT'S COOL GUYS, EVERYBODY STAY CALM, WE'RE PROFESSIONALS AT THIS STUFF, NOBODY IS GONNA GET USED AS A HUMAN SHIELD AND EVEN IF THEY WERE I'M SUPER GOOD AT AIMING STUFF AND ONLY MISS LIKE ONE TIME OUT OF FIVE THOSE ARE SUPER REASSURING ODDS!" Too large to easily crab walk down the aisle, Crush prefers the 'just kind of grabbing the chairs at either side of you and kind of forcing your way forward and making people lean out of the way' approach, which is, yes, considerably more unwieldy than the crab walk, but it is a stylistic decision. In response to the raw panic of (so far) two cars, a Rail Marshall has mobilized himself and made into the doorway, blocking the heroic heroines. With a commanding tone he demands that they return to their seats. Crush responds by flicking a penny at him right before he produces the badge that would clearly and immediately identify himself as a vested law enforcement agent. Said penny hits him just over the right eyebrow, breaking the skin just enough to make him bleed as he immediately collapses into a twitchy-legged pile. "SEE? THAT WAS TOTALLY A CALLED SHOT, I MEANT TO HIT HIM THERE! "roxy," she murmurs in a far more subdued voice, "we gotta move I meant to hit him in his chest and I seriously mighta killed that guy, come on, move move move move."
Roxanne Spaulding	Oh. It's WAY PAST that time. THE OUTFIT: A loose white fashion tanktop reads "ESSENTIAL WORKER" in black, but hangs loosely enough to make Roxanne's COMMENDABLE BUST and STARVATION ABS visible. She's wearing a blue cotton bra beneath. Ratty jeans used to be held up by a studded belt, but she's wrapped the belt around her forearm as a sort of SUPERHERO WEAPON. She is wearing a decidedly non-superhero thong (VICTORIA'S SECRET TANGA THONG PANTY IN PURPLE) which she has HIDDEN with her NON-BELT HAND. Also, LEATHER BOOTS. And oh my god Crush just killed a guy. The penny bounces off of his head much like Roxanne imagines a *bullet* would have, and she fires a particularly intense stare back at Crush. She gestures to the unconscious man, to the penny (where did THAT go?), and then back to Crush. "Everybody clap for Crush! She's so good! Just, uh, stop... screaming..." Yeah, that isn't working. She waits for Crush to body her way up the car and hunker down next to her. Two doors are in front of the duo - the bathroom to the left, and the conductor's car up above. "Okay. So I've like, never been on a train before? Do they have like, an engine room? For the coal and stuff." Roxanne endeavors to make her belt creak like she's a badass, but it doesn't work. She sort of hurts her fingers instead. Owie. "I can probably *gravity* the doors open.*" *She cannot.
Xiomara Rojas	"Yeah. Yeah, like, in Red Dead, right? So probably there's the conductor and, I guess, these days, probably there are spare conductors, too? And they're probably all tied up in there, with the terrorists?" murmurs Crush, voice hushed, pressed right up against Roxy in the limited and not-meant-for-passengers area right before the locked door to the conductor's compartment. "Okay. Okay, total game face time, right?" Crush manages to work her way in front of Roxy, heroically shielding her from the inevitable hail of terror-bullets that will no doubt fly the moment that the door is open, and the cadre of highly trained ninja-assassin-terrorists open fire at the dynamic duo. She pushes her fingers into the reinforced steel of the door as if it weren't there, a quick motion of her arm smashing it open (completely destroying it, and the locking mechanism, and the mechanism meant to slide it open, in the process), and revealing: The conductor and his second, one of whom turns to face them and asks, "What the fuck is going on back there, who the fuck are you, and what the fuck is it that you think you're doing?" These are very good questions. "Yuh - uh, you, you're terrorists? And you, took over the train? And, uh, you, you're driving it to Delaware? For ... for eco-terrorism?" "Oh, Jesus Christ." The conductor pinches the bridge of his noise. "*This route goes to Delaware.*" "Uhm. No, it doesn't? Because we got on to go to Times Square? And this isn't Times Square?" "I'm gonna shoot her, Bill. Swear to God, I'm gonna shoot her," the conductor mutters under his breath. "Okay, but," Crush stammers, producing her ticket. "The, we have our ticket, and -" The second snatches it out of her hand and looks at it. Incredulous, mouth hanging open for a second, he nearly shouts, "This is a ticket from last month! For another line! Get the *fuck* out of here! Go sit down! Jesus, fucking super-teens, I swear to God." "I... I don't, I don't think they're terrorists, Roxy. Should we--" "GO! SIT! DOWN!"