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@cb-redcaboose
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Yo what is “C” for?
C4 is an explosive anon
I can’t tag this one this was on accident I swear
No comment…
Poppa and Belle gave Rusty bowlcuts when he was a kid
Rusty going around looking like he joined the Beatles
Poor engine had his life crashed (pun intended heheheeheh) before he even started
Once smacked GB on the ass and broke my hand.
Good memories, him and me.
He did the same to me and almost broke my back…
Once smacked GB on the ass and broke my hand.
Good memories, him and me.
(( from @ask-the-trains ))
Rusty: *knocks on your shed door* C-CB?…Are you in?
“Huh? Steamer what are you doin here…” He groaned and sat up. “Don’t you understand you’ve caused me enough damn trouble? You got some nerve comin around here after you costed me my yard job!” He growled but sighed, calming himself. “Alright what the hell do you want?”
The young, blue and yellow-coated jester caboose that was Mavis stood diagonally behind Rusty, looking taken aback by the other’s response. Indeed, the psychic truck thought CB would be equally kind, and welcoming, as were a good several other trains she had met. Though a small part of her wasn’t surprised by the caboose she beheld.
“Your new standby Control hired wanted to see you…” replied the ever-patient Rusty as he presented Mavis to CB.
She rolled up at least half an inch twoards CB, hoping the waters will be evened, the more Mavis tries her luck. “A-Ay. I am Mavis…G-Good Morrow…” As with anyone she would greet, the jester caboose finishes her sentence with a moderate version of her regal bow.
“She was a little nervous to come meet you by herself.” The steamer admitted, anxiously scratching his neck some. “I thought maybe…things would be better if I stuck around.”
“So this replaced me?” CB laughed, acting amused. “Oh wow, as if they couldn’t stoop any lower!” CB wiped a fake tear from his eye. Within a second he pulled himself together and to his usual, overly cheery persona. Arm bent and hand stretched into a salute where the brim of his hat would have been. His orange hair was ratty and it looked as though he hadn’t slept in weeks. “I’m CB the red caboose, lovely to meet you dear.” Those words left his mouth like he was trying to cough up a few nuts and bolts he had swallow. He painfully tried to keep his smile, his eye twitched as he, almost robotically stuck out his hand to shake the jesters hand.
Almost as though through an uncalled cue, a knowing smirk grew upon Mavis’s lips. “Likewise…” she slurs out lowly.
Showtime.
There may be a chance for either the steamer, or CB to get a word out. But it was now time for her to cut it short. At start, Mavis skates backward initiating a swift twirl like the tip of a swirling ribbon; Both hands casting an unexpected kaleidoscope of golden, raining stardust and sunflowers from who truly knew where. Ever cool, and without fail, the caboose crosses one leg over the other as a “stopping point”.
She casted the boys a kind of smile that was apologetic, yet an epitome of confidence vowing to not back down. “Do pardon me, gentles both.” Mavis reassures the boys, winking at them. “I meant to do that.”
CB huffed. “showoff” was all he muttered. He rubbed his eyes, he knew he’d be getting replaced, but not by this…very flashy caboose. He looked at Rusty with an unamused look. “She always like that?” He chuckled and looked back up at Mavis. “Quite the show, I do say so myself.” He joked. “No wonder Electra picked you.” He smirked and looked her up and down, examining her. “Now…why is she here again exactly?”
Rusty shrugs a little, at response to CB's earlier utterance. "She's got psychic powers. You'll get used to it."
Upon the mentioning of yet another unfamiliar train, Mavis hums thoughtfully. "I oft heard of this Master 'Electra' amongst few of the coaches I did meet--Like the ever-passing gentle Mistress Pearl. B-But I n'er met him just yet, so..."
“He’s a dick, don’t trust ‘em.” CB sneered. “Anyways, you two wanna come in?” He gestured to the doorway. “I got drinks, and I need some company after all”
I have a homosexual crush on almost every engine in the yard
. . .
Greaseball was quiet for a while and the sounds of his machinery at work could be heard through the radio. He spoke up which cut out the ambient noise, "....everyone always talks about finding someone who has the power to move them...but for an engine...you want someone with the power to slow you down. To stop you. We're always on the move. Being able to be grounded just feels... nice. and... I think your whistle is very cute. Chirpy and sweet."
CB smiled and blushed more, his red cheeks getting darker in hue. “Gee…i never thought of it that way. That’s real sweet.” Caboose smiled “have I ever told you how handsome you are? Beats any engine in the yard…” CB said softly.
Greaseball only just now noticed that the radio channel they were on had gone silent. It was just him and CB...so it seemed. The freight in the train must have changed channels to not hear all this flirting. "Not many people do....but I thought I should tell you. The feeling's true." His voice carried his smile, in the background of his talking...and at the front of the train. CB might have heard what was known as a diesel's whistle. A high pitched whirr coming from his two turbos. One for each motor he had.
“You’re just a big softy, Geebs.” He chuckled. The smell of diesel filled the air, it was quite the comforting smell. Caboose smiled and closed his eyes in relaxation.
As they neared the station they we’re supposedly dropping the freight off at, CB let out a caboose whistle. It was high pitched and used compressed air, it’s how his breaks worked. “Sorry about the noise, this thing is annoying.” Caboose said embarrassedly. He hated how loud it was, it could be heard for miles and sounded pathetic.
The freight train slowly came to a stop and everyone uncoupled one by one. And once again, CB was met with the dark eyes of the tall, muscular, handsome diesel. He let out his air which made him whistle again and he winced at the noise. “Damn breaks.” He huffed.
"Mmm...did you think I was anything other than a big softy? I might run things strictly..or raise my voice... I just want everyone in line so we can have things done on time..You never know if what is inside one of these box cars is medicine or food. It might just be a bunch of hay. But its important to someone." He took note of the progress they had been making all this time while they had shot little flirty words here and there as the landscape went by them. After a while he nearly forgot to keep an eye but CB's whistle snapped him back to his job. "No way. I told ya, I think your whistle is cute!" He helped CB by applying his own brakes at the front of the train, through out the train brakes started to clamp down and slow them all.
They eased into the inbound track and everyone started the next steps in their job. some of the freight would stay here, and others would keep going on a different train. But for GB and CB, they would wait for the next train back to their home yard. "How are you feeling, CB? Been a while since the last time you were out of our home yard, hasn't it?"
CB smiled and nodded. “These mountains are so beautiful, the weather is perfect today.” He hummed and took a seat on a rock near the track, just taking in the scenery. He was so lost in thought be barely noticed GreaseBall taking a seat next to him and the cold metal arm wrapping itself around him. The slight sting of the cool metal brought him back to reality. “Huh?” He blinked a few times and looked up at the dark, powerful diesel.
"Mountains are very beautiful....they're just very hard to pull a train up. But you know..the views make the effort worth it.." Greaseball found himself looking at CB while he let his motors cool after all that work. The water in his cooling system circulated through his frame and made parts of him that were cold get warmer. It seemed that he had only been cold because of the cool air but not because he was a cold machine.
The diesel was not really thinking about anything..just admiring the orange hair the caboose had. The glow of his own headlights made those curls look fiery. He hadn't even noticed his arm coming around to hug CB against his side. He had done it so many times with Dinah... that hugging someone he liked was basically second nature. He rolled his wheels back and forth on the ground, sliding his foot back and forth. "Hmm? What is it, CB?"
“Oh, nothin, just didn’t notice ya there.” He chuckled softly and laid his head on his chest, listening to the big diesel’s motors hum. But his small smile didn’t last long, it curled down into a frown. “I never had…anyone. No engine, coach, hell, even a caboose to call my own…” he sighed and closed his eyes. “No one ever liked me…” he let out a small sob, his bottom lip quivered and he pulled his hat down to hide the tears that started down his cheeks.
The diesel stopped moving his foot back and forth idly when his attention perked up to listen to CB's voice. When he finally did speak, his voice was soft and quiet. "Now hold on a moment, darling. I told you earlier that I did like you... did you not believe me?" He moved a hand to run it from the corner of CB's jaw to his chin, gently tilting the caboose's head up. "You know, it's okay to cry when you feel something new. Its strange and you dont know what to do with yourself... but you've got a big diesel here with you." He winked and smiled.
"Do you want me to take you into one of the sheds? I bet you'd feel safer...not so vulnerable like you are out here. Come on...what do you say?" He waited for CB to answer no matter how long it would take. If CB needed to cry, then he would wait and keep the red caboose held in his arms.
CB wrapped his arms around Greaseball and nodded at his request. He wiped his eyes and sighed softly. “I’m sorry…this is call just so, new to me, yknow?” He sniffled and looked up at the big diesel. He felt so safe around him, not like he’s ever felt before. He remembered when he crashed in that final race, the race that costed him his career with Electra. GB let him stay at his place, on the couch. Dinah didn’t care much for it, but he didn’t care about her. GB made him tea, sat with him, and comforted him the whole night. It slowly came ti hugs realization that GB only acted tough around Dinah because he felt he had to, but when it was just him and GB, he was soft spoken and caring. He smiled a little as he got up and wiped his tears away again. “Im sure we’ll be waiting a while anyways, I just don’t wanna be the reason we miss the ride back to our yard.” The caboose squeaked out.
He let CB say everything he wanted, offering him that warm support that CB needed. He softly stroked CB's back. "You know CB... I always felt more of a...trophy for Dinah... she always made a big show that I was hers to the coaches and everyone. Look at me, Im with the champion. Never... this is my partner, and I love him. Even when I met her... she wanted me because I was a new experimental engine. She was so quick to turn on me... maybe she never loved me how I did to her... this time alone has made me realize. I dont miss her... she wasn't actually there for me where it counted.." it was true that Dinah had always wanted him to act tough and mean. Maybe she had some deep-rooted problems from a relationship before himself.
"Now don't worry about missing a train. I am the yard master at our home yard... we can bend the rules a little if you need some time to feel better." He leaned in to kiss CB's cheek.
CB’s cheeks flared a bright red, his eyes widened as he let out his high pitched whistle at the kiss of the diesel. He got this cute goofy smile on his face as he giggled and looked up at him. “Gee…that was nice” he squeaked out as he released his break air and got up. “Like I said, you’re just some big softly, Grease.” The caboose said softly. He reached up to cup one of the the diesel’s warm metal cheek and gently stroke it with his thumb. He knew what he wanted to say, but didn’t know if he had the guts to. CB had never been this apprehensive in a decision before. He was hoping GB would take the words that stuck themselves in Cabooses throat.
. . Context is... a rp you can find really easily in my previous posts
@cb-redcaboose
I have a homosexual crush on almost every engine in the yard
. . .
Greaseball was quiet for a while and the sounds of his machinery at work could be heard through the radio. He spoke up which cut out the ambient noise, "....everyone always talks about finding someone who has the power to move them...but for an engine...you want someone with the power to slow you down. To stop you. We're always on the move. Being able to be grounded just feels... nice. and... I think your whistle is very cute. Chirpy and sweet."
CB smiled and blushed more, his red cheeks getting darker in hue. “Gee…i never thought of it that way. That’s real sweet.” Caboose smiled “have I ever told you how handsome you are? Beats any engine in the yard…” CB said softly.
Greaseball only just now noticed that the radio channel they were on had gone silent. It was just him and CB...so it seemed. The freight in the train must have changed channels to not hear all this flirting. "Not many people do....but I thought I should tell you. The feeling's true." His voice carried his smile, in the background of his talking...and at the front of the train. CB might have heard what was known as a diesel's whistle. A high pitched whirr coming from his two turbos. One for each motor he had.
“You’re just a big softy, Geebs.” He chuckled. The smell of diesel filled the air, it was quite the comforting smell. Caboose smiled and closed his eyes in relaxation.
As they neared the station they we’re supposedly dropping the freight off at, CB let out a caboose whistle. It was high pitched and used compressed air, it’s how his breaks worked. “Sorry about the noise, this thing is annoying.” Caboose said embarrassedly. He hated how loud it was, it could be heard for miles and sounded pathetic.
The freight train slowly came to a stop and everyone uncoupled one by one. And once again, CB was met with the dark eyes of the tall, muscular, handsome diesel. He let out his air which made him whistle again and he winced at the noise. “Damn breaks.” He huffed.
"Mmm...did you think I was anything other than a big softy? I might run things strictly..or raise my voice... I just want everyone in line so we can have things done on time..You never know if what is inside one of these box cars is medicine or food. It might just be a bunch of hay. But its important to someone." He took note of the progress they had been making all this time while they had shot little flirty words here and there as the landscape went by them. After a while he nearly forgot to keep an eye but CB's whistle snapped him back to his job. "No way. I told ya, I think your whistle is cute!" He helped CB by applying his own brakes at the front of the train, through out the train brakes started to clamp down and slow them all.
They eased into the inbound track and everyone started the next steps in their job. some of the freight would stay here, and others would keep going on a different train. But for GB and CB, they would wait for the next train back to their home yard. "How are you feeling, CB? Been a while since the last time you were out of our home yard, hasn't it?"
CB smiled and nodded. “These mountains are so beautiful, the weather is perfect today.” He hummed and took a seat on a rock near the track, just taking in the scenery. He was so lost in thought be barely noticed GreaseBall taking a seat next to him and the cold metal arm wrapping itself around him. The slight sting of the cool metal brought him back to reality. “Huh?” He blinked a few times and looked up at the dark, powerful diesel.
"Mountains are very beautiful....they're just very hard to pull a train up. But you know..the views make the effort worth it.." Greaseball found himself looking at CB while he let his motors cool after all that work. The water in his cooling system circulated through his frame and made parts of him that were cold get warmer. It seemed that he had only been cold because of the cool air but not because he was a cold machine.
The diesel was not really thinking about anything..just admiring the orange hair the caboose had. The glow of his own headlights made those curls look fiery. He hadn't even noticed his arm coming around to hug CB against his side. He had done it so many times with Dinah... that hugging someone he liked was basically second nature. He rolled his wheels back and forth on the ground, sliding his foot back and forth. "Hmm? What is it, CB?"
“Oh, nothin, just didn’t notice ya there.” He chuckled softly and laid his head on his chest, listening to the big diesel’s motors hum. But his small smile didn’t last long, it curled down into a frown. “I never had…anyone. No engine, coach, hell, even a caboose to call my own…” he sighed and closed his eyes. “No one ever liked me…” he let out a small sob, his bottom lip quivered and he pulled his hat down to hide the tears that started down his cheeks.
The diesel stopped moving his foot back and forth idly when his attention perked up to listen to CB's voice. When he finally did speak, his voice was soft and quiet. "Now hold on a moment, darling. I told you earlier that I did like you... did you not believe me?" He moved a hand to run it from the corner of CB's jaw to his chin, gently tilting the caboose's head up. "You know, it's okay to cry when you feel something new. Its strange and you dont know what to do with yourself... but you've got a big diesel here with you." He winked and smiled.
"Do you want me to take you into one of the sheds? I bet you'd feel safer...not so vulnerable like you are out here. Come on...what do you say?" He waited for CB to answer no matter how long it would take. If CB needed to cry, then he would wait and keep the red caboose held in his arms.
CB wrapped his arms around Greaseball and nodded at his request. He wiped his eyes and sighed softly. “I’m sorry…this is call just so, new to me, yknow?” He sniffled and looked up at the big diesel. He felt so safe around him, not like he’s ever felt before. He remembered when he crashed in that final race, the race that costed him his career with Electra. GB let him stay at his place, on the couch. Dinah didn’t care much for it, but he didn’t care about her. GB made him tea, sat with him, and comforted him the whole night. It slowly came ti hugs realization that GB only acted tough around Dinah because he felt he had to, but when it was just him and GB, he was soft spoken and caring. He smiled a little as he got up and wiped his tears away again. “Im sure we’ll be waiting a while anyways, I just don’t wanna be the reason we miss the ride back to our yard.” The caboose squeaked out.
I have a homosexual crush on almost every engine in the yard
. . .
Greaseball was quiet for a while and the sounds of his machinery at work could be heard through the radio. He spoke up which cut out the ambient noise, "....everyone always talks about finding someone who has the power to move them...but for an engine...you want someone with the power to slow you down. To stop you. We're always on the move. Being able to be grounded just feels... nice. and... I think your whistle is very cute. Chirpy and sweet."
CB smiled and blushed more, his red cheeks getting darker in hue. “Gee…i never thought of it that way. That’s real sweet.” Caboose smiled “have I ever told you how handsome you are? Beats any engine in the yard…” CB said softly.
Greaseball only just now noticed that the radio channel they were on had gone silent. It was just him and CB...so it seemed. The freight in the train must have changed channels to not hear all this flirting. "Not many people do....but I thought I should tell you. The feeling's true." His voice carried his smile, in the background of his talking...and at the front of the train. CB might have heard what was known as a diesel's whistle. A high pitched whirr coming from his two turbos. One for each motor he had.
“You’re just a big softy, Geebs.” He chuckled. The smell of diesel filled the air, it was quite the comforting smell. Caboose smiled and closed his eyes in relaxation.
As they neared the station they we’re supposedly dropping the freight off at, CB let out a caboose whistle. It was high pitched and used compressed air, it’s how his breaks worked. “Sorry about the noise, this thing is annoying.” Caboose said embarrassedly. He hated how loud it was, it could be heard for miles and sounded pathetic.
The freight train slowly came to a stop and everyone uncoupled one by one. And once again, CB was met with the dark eyes of the tall, muscular, handsome diesel. He let out his air which made him whistle again and he winced at the noise. “Damn breaks.” He huffed.
"Mmm...did you think I was anything other than a big softy? I might run things strictly..or raise my voice... I just want everyone in line so we can have things done on time..You never know if what is inside one of these box cars is medicine or food. It might just be a bunch of hay. But its important to someone." He took note of the progress they had been making all this time while they had shot little flirty words here and there as the landscape went by them. After a while he nearly forgot to keep an eye but CB's whistle snapped him back to his job. "No way. I told ya, I think your whistle is cute!" He helped CB by applying his own brakes at the front of the train, through out the train brakes started to clamp down and slow them all.
They eased into the inbound track and everyone started the next steps in their job. some of the freight would stay here, and others would keep going on a different train. But for GB and CB, they would wait for the next train back to their home yard. "How are you feeling, CB? Been a while since the last time you were out of our home yard, hasn't it?"
CB smiled and nodded. “These mountains are so beautiful, the weather is perfect today.” He hummed and took a seat on a rock near the track, just taking in the scenery. He was so lost in thought be barely noticed GreaseBall taking a seat next to him and the cold metal arm wrapping itself around him. The slight sting of the cool metal brought him back to reality. “Huh?” He blinked a few times and looked up at the dark, powerful diesel.
"Mountains are very beautiful....they're just very hard to pull a train up. But you know..the views make the effort worth it.." Greaseball found himself looking at CB while he let his motors cool after all that work. The water in his cooling system circulated through his frame and made parts of him that were cold get warmer. It seemed that he had only been cold because of the cool air but not because he was a cold machine.
The diesel was not really thinking about anything..just admiring the orange hair the caboose had. The glow of his own headlights made those curls look fiery. He hadn't even noticed his arm coming around to hug CB against his side. He had done it so many times with Dinah... that hugging someone he liked was basically second nature. He rolled his wheels back and forth on the ground, sliding his foot back and forth. "Hmm? What is it, CB?"
“Oh, nothin, just didn’t notice ya there.” He chuckled softly and laid his head on his chest, listening to the big diesel’s motors hum. But his small smile didn’t last long, it curled down into a frown. “I never had…anyone. No engine, coach, hell, even a caboose to call my own…” he sighed and closed his eyes. “No one ever liked me…” he let out a small sob, his bottom lip quivered and he pulled his hat down to hide the tears that started down his cheeks.
(( from @ask-the-trains ))
Rusty: *knocks on your shed door* C-CB?…Are you in?
“Huh? Steamer what are you doin here…” He groaned and sat up. “Don’t you understand you’ve caused me enough damn trouble? You got some nerve comin around here after you costed me my yard job!” He growled but sighed, calming himself. “Alright what the hell do you want?”
The young, blue and yellow-coated jester caboose that was Mavis stood diagonally behind Rusty, looking taken aback by the other’s response. Indeed, the psychic truck thought CB would be equally kind, and welcoming, as were a good several other trains she had met. Though a small part of her wasn’t surprised by the caboose she beheld.
“Your new standby Control hired wanted to see you…” replied the ever-patient Rusty as he presented Mavis to CB.
She rolled up at least half an inch twoards CB, hoping the waters will be evened, the more Mavis tries her luck. “A-Ay. I am Mavis…G-Good Morrow…” As with anyone she would greet, the jester caboose finishes her sentence with a moderate version of her regal bow.
“She was a little nervous to come meet you by herself.” The steamer admitted, anxiously scratching his neck some. “I thought maybe…things would be better if I stuck around.”
“So this replaced me?” CB laughed, acting amused. “Oh wow, as if they couldn’t stoop any lower!” CB wiped a fake tear from his eye. Within a second he pulled himself together and to his usual, overly cheery persona. Arm bent and hand stretched into a salute where the brim of his hat would have been. His orange hair was ratty and it looked as though he hadn’t slept in weeks. “I’m CB the red caboose, lovely to meet you dear.” Those words left his mouth like he was trying to cough up a few nuts and bolts he had swallow. He painfully tried to keep his smile, his eye twitched as he, almost robotically stuck out his hand to shake the jesters hand.
Almost as though through an uncalled cue, a knowing smirk grew upon Mavis’s lips. “Likewise…” she slurs out lowly.
Showtime.
There may be a chance for either the steamer, or CB to get a word out. But it was now time for her to cut it short. At start, Mavis skates backward initiating a swift twirl like the tip of a swirling ribbon; Both hands casting an unexpected kaleidoscope of golden, raining stardust and sunflowers from who truly knew where. Ever cool, and without fail, the caboose crosses one leg over the other as a “stopping point”.
She casted the boys a kind of smile that was apologetic, yet an epitome of confidence vowing to not back down. “Do pardon me, gentles both.” Mavis reassures the boys, winking at them. “I meant to do that.”
CB huffed. “showoff” was all he muttered. He rubbed his eyes, he knew he’d be getting replaced, but not by this…very flashy caboose. He looked at Rusty with an unamused look. “She always like that?” He chuckled and looked back up at Mavis. “Quite the show, I do say so myself.” He joked. “No wonder Electra picked you.” He smirked and looked her up and down, examining her. “Now…why is she here again exactly?”
I have a homosexual crush on almost every engine in the yard
. . .
Greaseball was quiet for a while and the sounds of his machinery at work could be heard through the radio. He spoke up which cut out the ambient noise, "....everyone always talks about finding someone who has the power to move them...but for an engine...you want someone with the power to slow you down. To stop you. We're always on the move. Being able to be grounded just feels... nice. and... I think your whistle is very cute. Chirpy and sweet."
CB smiled and blushed more, his red cheeks getting darker in hue. “Gee…i never thought of it that way. That’s real sweet.” Caboose smiled “have I ever told you how handsome you are? Beats any engine in the yard…” CB said softly.
Greaseball only just now noticed that the radio channel they were on had gone silent. It was just him and CB...so it seemed. The freight in the train must have changed channels to not hear all this flirting. "Not many people do....but I thought I should tell you. The feeling's true." His voice carried his smile, in the background of his talking...and at the front of the train. CB might have heard what was known as a diesel's whistle. A high pitched whirr coming from his two turbos. One for each motor he had.
“You’re just a big softy, Geebs.” He chuckled. The smell of diesel filled the air, it was quite the comforting smell. Caboose smiled and closed his eyes in relaxation.
As they neared the station they we’re supposedly dropping the freight off at, CB let out a caboose whistle. It was high pitched and used compressed air, it’s how his breaks worked. “Sorry about the noise, this thing is annoying.” Caboose said embarrassedly. He hated how loud it was, it could be heard for miles and sounded pathetic.
The freight train slowly came to a stop and everyone uncoupled one by one. And once again, CB was met with the dark eyes of the tall, muscular, handsome diesel. He let out his air which made him whistle again and he winced at the noise. “Damn breaks.” He huffed.
"Mmm...did you think I was anything other than a big softy? I might run things strictly..or raise my voice... I just want everyone in line so we can have things done on time..You never know if what is inside one of these box cars is medicine or food. It might just be a bunch of hay. But its important to someone." He took note of the progress they had been making all this time while they had shot little flirty words here and there as the landscape went by them. After a while he nearly forgot to keep an eye but CB's whistle snapped him back to his job. "No way. I told ya, I think your whistle is cute!" He helped CB by applying his own brakes at the front of the train, through out the train brakes started to clamp down and slow them all.
They eased into the inbound track and everyone started the next steps in their job. some of the freight would stay here, and others would keep going on a different train. But for GB and CB, they would wait for the next train back to their home yard. "How are you feeling, CB? Been a while since the last time you were out of our home yard, hasn't it?"
CB smiled and nodded. “These mountains are so beautiful, the weather is perfect today.” He hummed and took a seat on a rock near the track, just taking in the scenery. He was so lost in thought be barely noticed GreaseBall taking a seat next to him and the cold metal arm wrapping itself around him. The slight sting of the cool metal brought him back to reality. “Huh?” He blinked a few times and looked up at the dark, powerful diesel.
(( from @ask-the-trains ))
Rusty: *knocks on your shed door* C-CB?…Are you in?
“Huh? Steamer what are you doin here…” He groaned and sat up. “Don’t you understand you’ve caused me enough damn trouble? You got some nerve comin around here after you costed me my yard job!” He growled but sighed, calming himself. “Alright what the hell do you want?”
The young, blue and yellow-coated jester caboose that was Mavis stood diagonally behind Rusty, looking taken aback by the other’s response. Indeed, the psychic truck thought CB would be equally kind, and welcoming, as were a good several other trains she had met. Though a small part of her wasn’t surprised by the caboose she beheld.
“Your new standby Control hired wanted to see you…” replied the ever-patient Rusty as he presented Mavis to CB.
She rolled up at least half an inch twoards CB, hoping the waters will be evened, the more Mavis tries her luck. “A-Ay. I am Mavis…G-Good Morrow…” As with anyone she would greet, the jester caboose finishes her sentence with a moderate version of her regal bow.
“She was a little nervous to come meet you by herself.” The steamer admitted, anxiously scratching his neck some. “I thought maybe…things would be better if I stuck around.”
“So this replaced me?” CB laughed, acting amused. “Oh wow, as if they couldn’t stoop any lower!” CB wiped a fake tear from his eye. Within a second he pulled himself together and to his usual, overly cheery persona. Arm bent and hand stretched into a salute where the brim of his hat would have been. His orange hair was ratty and it looked as though he hadn’t slept in weeks. “I’m CB the red caboose, lovely to meet you dear.” Those words left his mouth like he was trying to cough up a few nuts and bolts he had swallow. He painfully tried to keep his smile, his eye twitched as he, almost robotically stuck out his hand to shake the jesters hand.
I have a homosexual crush on almost every engine in the yard
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Greaseball was quiet for a while and the sounds of his machinery at work could be heard through the radio. He spoke up which cut out the ambient noise, "....everyone always talks about finding someone who has the power to move them...but for an engine...you want someone with the power to slow you down. To stop you. We're always on the move. Being able to be grounded just feels... nice. and... I think your whistle is very cute. Chirpy and sweet."
CB smiled and blushed more, his red cheeks getting darker in hue. “Gee…i never thought of it that way. That’s real sweet.” Caboose smiled “have I ever told you how handsome you are? Beats any engine in the yard…” CB said softly.
Greaseball only just now noticed that the radio channel they were on had gone silent. It was just him and CB...so it seemed. The freight in the train must have changed channels to not hear all this flirting. "Not many people do....but I thought I should tell you. The feeling's true." His voice carried his smile, in the background of his talking...and at the front of the train. CB might have heard what was known as a diesel's whistle. A high pitched whirr coming from his two turbos. One for each motor he had.
“You’re just a big softy, Geebs.” He chuckled. The smell of diesel filled the air, it was quite the comforting smell. Caboose smiled and closed his eyes in relaxation.
As they neared the station they we’re supposedly dropping the freight off at, CB let out a caboose whistle. It was high pitched and used compressed air, it’s how his breaks worked. “Sorry about the noise, this thing is annoying.” Caboose said embarrassedly. He hated how loud it was, it could be heard for miles and sounded pathetic.
The freight train slowly came to a stop and everyone uncoupled one by one. And once again, CB was met with the dark eyes of the tall, muscular, handsome diesel. He let out his air which made him whistle again and he winced at the noise. “Damn breaks.” He huffed.
(( from @ask-the-trains ))
Rusty: *knocks on your shed door* C-CB?…Are you in?
“Huh? Steamer what are you doin here…” He groaned and sat up. “Don’t you understand you’ve caused me enough damn trouble? You got some nerve comin around here after you costed me my yard job!” He growled but sighed, calming himself. “Alright what the hell do you want?”
Greaseball stomps over to the caboose. He firmly grabs his shoulder, "What did you do!?" And spins CB around so they are facing each other. He lowers himself to glare into the caboose's eyes, his voice low yet strong. "Everyone keeps pointing to my back and laughing after that party you hosted."
CB held back a little giggle and a smirk. When GB had fell asleep at the party, CB had put a sign on his back that said “Dinah calls me babygirl” and apparently he hadn’t noticed yet.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Geebs, you look fine to me?” He squeaked out.
I decided to finish up the audio for this...it was a lot of fun~ v
