Down by the Railroad

A simple roleplay blog for my fanbot, Track.

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{{Guess what movie I just got :3}}

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((EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE))

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[kuranslady]

YES! finally!

[automailrulesalchemydrools-deac]

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"…. Oh y-.. you’re gonna—" Bunsen was quickly doing a spectacular job at failing to speak clearly, "M-Ms. Tok-.. I don’t—…… Shhhhhhhe lets me stay outside for the uh…. the fixin’ thing… I don’t mind watchin’ people fix cars n’ stuff! It’s jus’ different when...

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Track got to work on his arm once Bunsen left, seeing another chunk of the door frame fall off during her hasty exit. Once his arm was fixed, he put away his equipment and went outside to check on Bunsen. It had gotten darker than he had expected, and he remembered that Ms. Tok had wanted Bunsen home before the street lights turned on, and though he told Bunsen he'd tell her about the flowers, he figured it was just about time for him to take her back.

"Bunsen, you out here? I'm all done with mah arm."

[asktrack]

ϟ Monsters-themed Asks!

Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?

Werewolf: If you had to spend your life with just one person, who would it be?

Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?

Ghost: Do you have any regrets?

Frankenstein: Is someone telling you how to live your life, or are you an independent person?

Mummy: If you were to fall into an eternal sleep, do you think anyone would miss you?

Zombie: Do you miss anyone right now?

Faerie: If you could get away with anything, what would you do?

Nymph: What are you like when you’re by yourself?

Mermaid: How far would you go to keep the one you love?

Shapeshifter: What would you change about yourself?

Banshee: If you knew one of your loved ones/best friends had only one day left to live, how would you spend that last day with them?

Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?

Genie: If you had one wish that would come true and couldn’t be reversed, what would you ask for?

Fury: What is a word/phrase that you dread to hear?

Incubus: What would someone have to do to get in your pants?

Succubus: What’s one thing you can’t live without?

[asktrack]

straight?? [I'm unaware of any other sexuality other than asexual so this is the last one from me.]

((Ding Ding! You got 'em all! Congratulations anon, you've just won all of the taquitos in my pocket!))

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18, gay?

((Got the age! Go the other way a bit for the sexuality and you'll get it!))

[asktrack]

17, pan-sexual?

((Getting closer, but no cigar.))

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Send a ✺ for my muse's reaction to yours hitting mine out of anger

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[asktrack]

Are you 16, female, and bisexual?

((Correct gender, and very close on the other two; well done anon! Keep guessing!))

[gumiyamegpoid-deactivated201308]

Try to guess mun's age, gender, and sexuality

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Bunsen paused and looked around at her environment once again. It was pretty outside. The outside here was different from the outside at the scrapyard. It made it’s own music and it’s own colors. Shades of green, yellow, red, blue dominated over the drab browns and greys of the scrapyard. The breeze made the plants and trees whisper things in a language she didn’t understand, but the small creatures she spotted among the leaves knew every syllable, and sang to the wind so many songs she had never heard. 

All the same…

She moved past the patiently waiting Track and peered timidly into the broken-down building. Sunlight streamed through the broken windows, making sharp patterns on the floor where dust motes fluttered lazily in the spaces between. She couldn’t help but glance once more at the open air of the land around the old train tracks before she shuffled in. To his credit, it was quite tall, only making her stoop a little to get through the doorway, though her elbow caught the jam with a hard thud and she flinched as a bit of molding crumbled away and skittered on the ground.

"Sorry…."

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Track watched Bunsen’s enraptured face as she gazed over the outside one more time. A smile worked its way onto his face; it wasn’t often he saw someone so enthralled by their environment. Track guessed that she didn’t get out of the scrapyard much, so it was a pleasing thought to know that she liked this place.

Bunsen moved through the door, bumping the door a bit, which knocked out some molding, but Track didn’t mind in the least. “It’s alright; the place is easily jarred, so stuff like that happens all the time.” He waited until she was inside, then followed suit and closed the door behind them, moving over to one of the desks on the side of the main room.  Back in the day this had been where travelers purchased their tickets or got information, but the paper had long since been taken away, and dust and nostalgia had taken the place of the words that once filled the air. ”I know it’s not the most charmin’ of places, but it’s a nice place. M’sorry I don’t have much t’ offer, but if you need anythin’ let me know.”

Behind the main counter was a small pile of mechanical equipment Track had taken with him when he moved. He pulled out his tool box from its compartment, and set it down next to a strange device that looked like a hammock or a sling. The four legs of the odd contraption were nailed down onto the counter-top, and two strips of leather hung somewhat loosely from either side, creating a place to hold large objects. There were also two metal bars that looked like they could be moved up or down over the slings, making it look like an open compartment of sorts.

Once everything was in place, Track turned back to Bunsen. “Now, I told you that I still work fine, so I’m gonna prove that t’ you, okay? I know what it’s like to break things, but I want you t’ trust me for a bit. It might look like I’m hurt, but I need you t’ know that I’ll be fine, got it?” Track’s voice was calm, but with a hint of concern. Not for himself, but for Bunsen. He had seen her reaction back at the scrap yard, and he didn’t want that to happen again, so he needed the mental security that she knew everything was going to be okay.

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"…. Oh y-.. you’re gonna—" Bunsen was quickly doing a spectacular job at failing to speak clearly, "M-Ms. Tok-.. I don’t—…… Shhhhhhhe lets me stay outside for the uh…. the fixin’ thing… I don’t mind watchin’ people fix cars n’ stuff! It’s jus’ different when it’s-… When ya-… Y’know…." she finished lamely, fidgeting intently with her hands. "……. ‘Says I get ‘squee-mish’…"

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Track nodded in understanding, and pondered for a moment. The last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable, so the best course of action would be...

"Well, since you get squeamish, how 'bout I take care of all this in here, and you can wait outside so you don't have to watch? If you like, when I'm done here I can tell you the names of the flowers." He smiled politely at her, somehow knowing she would much rather enjoy that than watch an old bot fix his arm.

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Munday Symbols

❤ - Any tumblr senpais ❣ - An unpopular opinion I have ⋆ - A ship I have with my character ❧ - A ship I have with your character ✗ - A ship I can’t stand ☒ - A fact about the mun ☑ - A fact about the character ✾ - Why I chose my character ◎ - Relationship status ❂ - Post a picture of myself ☄ - My opinion of you

[ifridiot]

Commission Discounts!

Jeanie Broke Her Glasses! We need money now now now!

We need to raise $200 ASAP so we can replace her glasses! Please consider commissioning me, or donating if you’re feeling extra generous. My paypal is [email protected], and I can be contacted at the same email address in regards to commission proposals.

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Shadow

((I enjoy watching my shadow while I walk. I sometimes even change the way I walk or the angle of my body to change the way it looks. I also use shadows to stay aware of my surroundings when I have my headphones in and looking at the ground. If I get a nervous feeling that someone is following me, I just watch to see if I can see a shadow, and if not I feel safer and calmer.))

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((Consequences))

((I've had to deal with many many consequences due to my lack of motivation. The most extreme consequence in my life that didn't happen but was extremely threatening was that I wouldn't be able to graduate high school because of my actions.))

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Leave a word, any word, inside my ask box, and I will tell you a fact about myself relating to that word.