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@quiet-coach
shes a noisy brute ★ how do you shut her up ? ? independent rp account of tassita from the wembley production of starlight express not all content is canon , head cannons are involved with my version of the character !! currently balancing out medical things ++ responses , might take me a bit to respond sorry about that !! they are very draining physically and mentally for me is why
( the coach would just be sat in front of a fan , almost glued to it . trying to beat the heat as best as possible . . . )
what is everyone whining about now . . .
Hey so — don't freak out . Some people have been sayin' we're gonna be put back in the box . All of us .
we are what. just some cruel fake rumour , right . . . right ?
I don't know , actually . . . Hydra started going 'round saying something about feeling off — then everyone just went with the box theory . .
. . . mhm. i'm hoping that theory is wrong , i can hardly manage with earplugs alone. let alone be in the box with everyone . . .
I mean — I'm sure you'd get your own corner if it helps ?
( They smiled , trying to laugh the fear away )
But yeah . . . I don't know what I'd do if it's true . Surely not . . Control loves us !
as long as someone doesnt wanna go round screaming in there . . . then suppose a corner would help. ( tassita would do a small smile in return , just sighing pondering on the topic. it couldnt happen, right ? ) surely !! control wouldnt just leave us for dust all of a sudden , like you said they love us . . . spooky thinking about it even.
Yeah see — can't be all bad
Kids don't just move on like that , do they ? Well — let's try not to think about it anyway .
right , right. i'd at least hope not !! they must not . . . you're right , it'll just plague us anyways if we think about it long .
Uh huh . . . No use stressing about something that ain't gonna happen . It'll be okay . I swear this has happened before anyway — There's always rumours 'bout going in the box .
it always floats around , why would this time be any different . . . just a rumor after all. stressing will just make it all worse afterall , just kind of hard to keep your mind off it.
what is everyone whining about now . . .
Hey so — don't freak out . Some people have been sayin' we're gonna be put back in the box . All of us .
we are what. just some cruel fake rumour , right . . . right ?
I don't know , actually . . . Hydra started going 'round saying something about feeling off — then everyone just went with the box theory . .
. . . mhm. i'm hoping that theory is wrong , i can hardly manage with earplugs alone. let alone be in the box with everyone . . .
I mean — I'm sure you'd get your own corner if it helps ?
( They smiled , trying to laugh the fear away )
But yeah . . . I don't know what I'd do if it's true . Surely not . . Control loves us !
as long as someone doesnt wanna go round screaming in there . . . then suppose a corner would help. ( tassita would do a small smile in return , just sighing pondering on the topic. it couldnt happen, right ? ) surely !! control wouldnt just leave us for dust all of a sudden , like you said they love us . . . spooky thinking about it even.
Yeah see — can't be all bad
Kids don't just move on like that , do they ? Well — let's try not to think about it anyway .
right , right. i'd at least hope not !! they must not . . . you're right , it'll just plague us anyways if we think about it long .
what is everyone whining about now . . .
Hey so — don't freak out . Some people have been sayin' we're gonna be put back in the box . All of us .
we are what. just some cruel fake rumour , right . . . right ?
I don't know , actually . . . Hydra started going 'round saying something about feeling off — then everyone just went with the box theory . .
. . . mhm. i'm hoping that theory is wrong , i can hardly manage with earplugs alone. let alone be in the box with everyone . . .
I mean — I'm sure you'd get your own corner if it helps ?
( They smiled , trying to laugh the fear away )
But yeah . . . I don't know what I'd do if it's true . Surely not . . Control loves us !
as long as someone doesnt wanna go round screaming in there . . . then suppose a corner would help. ( tassita would do a small smile in return , just sighing pondering on the topic. it couldnt happen, right ? ) surely !! control wouldnt just leave us for dust all of a sudden , like you said they love us . . . spooky thinking about it even.
what is everyone whining about now . . .
Hey so — don't freak out . Some people have been sayin' we're gonna be put back in the box . All of us .
we are what. just some cruel fake rumour , right . . . right ?
I don't know , actually . . . Hydra started going 'round saying something about feeling off — then everyone just went with the box theory . .
. . . mhm. i'm hoping that theory is wrong , i can hardly manage with earplugs alone. let alone be in the box with everyone . . .
what is everyone whining about now . . .
Hey so — don't freak out . Some people have been sayin' we're gonna be put back in the box . All of us .
we are what. just some cruel fake rumour , right . . . right ?
what is everyone whining about now . . .
( tassita would sew outside his shed , a small bundle of fabrics scattered around the coach alongside needles and different coloured threads. hues from dark crimson red to rosy pink all in colour order. happily just humming towards themself , earplugs on the side as a small precaution. )
[the diesel squinted at the coach’s work, always there to ruin the fun]
what are you doing then?
( he would practically squeak , quickly snatching the earplugs being caught off guard. an annoyed expression plastered on the coach. ) why does it matter ?? dont you have anything better to do instead of disturbing my peace . . .
[she raised an eyebrow, amused by how quickly he reached for the earplugs, smirking]
stars- am i that awful to be around?
mmm, probably, but i'm here now, aren't i? what's all that thready stuff?
you're highly noisy , its necessary ! ( an amused smirk would just plaster on the coach , holding them tight in his grasp. ) this is all for sewing , what you want some sort of try ?? and sadly you're here.
[her voice goes high pitched and mocking]
‘highly noisy’
[she squints]
what are you smirking for then? why would you sew with your hands? don’t they make machines for that or something?
( tassita would quickly cover his ears , just glaring at greaseball with disdain ) so many questions . . . you can do by machine , i prefer by hand !! just a bit more fun for me than relying all the time on a machine , and besides the machines break quite easily.
yeah, but don't your hands get sore or something? and you can just fix machines anyway. if your hands get fucked then you're basically useless.
not if you do it over a long period of time , you get use to it. you can fix machines but its very fidgety , taking out the needle replacing the bobbin and more . . . its not that hard to grasp the jist of it , my hand wont get fucked from it. ( tassita would just grab a small cloth and start doing some small stiches on the fabric , looking at greaseball and the fabric time to time )
[the engine watched the coach stitch, oddly quiet for once. almost genuinely intrested. almost.]
and you find this fun or whatever? what is it mean to be anyway- what you're making?
yeah , you have some sort of issue with it ?? just trying a pattern to hopefully make the coaches something decent . . . am i going to be teaching you sewing now ? ( tassita would just continue sewing , glaring at greaseball as they would just sew at a fast pace. )
( tassita would sew outside his shed , a small bundle of fabrics scattered around the coach alongside needles and different coloured threads. hues from dark crimson red to rosy pink all in colour order. happily just humming towards themself , earplugs on the side as a small precaution. )
[the diesel squinted at the coach’s work, always there to ruin the fun]
what are you doing then?
( he would practically squeak , quickly snatching the earplugs being caught off guard. an annoyed expression plastered on the coach. ) why does it matter ?? dont you have anything better to do instead of disturbing my peace . . .
[she raised an eyebrow, amused by how quickly he reached for the earplugs, smirking]
stars- am i that awful to be around?
mmm, probably, but i'm here now, aren't i? what's all that thready stuff?
you're highly noisy , its necessary ! ( an amused smirk would just plaster on the coach , holding them tight in his grasp. ) this is all for sewing , what you want some sort of try ?? and sadly you're here.
[her voice goes high pitched and mocking]
‘highly noisy’
[she squints]
what are you smirking for then? why would you sew with your hands? don’t they make machines for that or something?
( tassita would quickly cover his ears , just glaring at greaseball with disdain ) so many questions . . . you can do by machine , i prefer by hand !! just a bit more fun for me than relying all the time on a machine , and besides the machines break quite easily.
yeah, but don't your hands get sore or something? and you can just fix machines anyway. if your hands get fucked then you're basically useless.
not if you do it over a long period of time , you get use to it. you can fix machines but its very fidgety , taking out the needle replacing the bobbin and more . . . its not that hard to grasp the jist of it , my hand wont get fucked from it. ( tassita would just grab a small cloth and start doing some small stiches on the fabric , looking at greaseball and the fabric time to time )
( tassita would sew outside his shed , a small bundle of fabrics scattered around the coach alongside needles and different coloured threads. hues from dark crimson red to rosy pink all in colour order. happily just humming towards themself , earplugs on the side as a small precaution. )
[the diesel squinted at the coach’s work, always there to ruin the fun]
what are you doing then?
( he would practically squeak , quickly snatching the earplugs being caught off guard. an annoyed expression plastered on the coach. ) why does it matter ?? dont you have anything better to do instead of disturbing my peace . . .
[she raised an eyebrow, amused by how quickly he reached for the earplugs, smirking]
stars- am i that awful to be around?
mmm, probably, but i'm here now, aren't i? what's all that thready stuff?
you're highly noisy , its necessary ! ( an amused smirk would just plaster on the coach , holding them tight in his grasp. ) this is all for sewing , what you want some sort of try ?? and sadly you're here.
[her voice goes high pitched and mocking]
‘highly noisy’
[she squints]
what are you smirking for then? why would you sew with your hands? don’t they make machines for that or something?
( tassita would quickly cover his ears , just glaring at greaseball with disdain ) so many questions . . . you can do by machine , i prefer by hand !! just a bit more fun for me than relying all the time on a machine , and besides the machines break quite easily.
( tassita would sew outside his shed , a small bundle of fabrics scattered around the coach alongside needles and different coloured threads. hues from dark crimson red to rosy pink all in colour order. happily just humming towards themself , earplugs on the side as a small precaution. )
[the diesel squinted at the coach’s work, always there to ruin the fun]
what are you doing then?
( he would practically squeak , quickly snatching the earplugs being caught off guard. an annoyed expression plastered on the coach. ) why does it matter ?? dont you have anything better to do instead of disturbing my peace . . .
[she raised an eyebrow, amused by how quickly he reached for the earplugs, smirking]
stars- am i that awful to be around?
mmm, probably, but i'm here now, aren't i? what's all that thready stuff?
you're highly noisy , its necessary ! ( an amused smirk would just plaster on the coach , holding them tight in his grasp. ) this is all for sewing , what you want some sort of try ?? and sadly you're here.
( tassita would sew outside his shed , a small bundle of fabrics scattered around the coach alongside needles and different coloured threads. hues from dark crimson red to rosy pink all in colour order. happily just humming towards themself , earplugs on the side as a small precaution. )
[the diesel squinted at the coach’s work, always there to ruin the fun]
what are you doing then?
( he would practically squeak , quickly snatching the earplugs being caught off guard. an annoyed expression plastered on the coach. ) why does it matter ?? dont you have anything better to do instead of disturbing my peace . . .
( tassita would sew outside his shed , a small bundle of fabrics scattered around the coach alongside needles and different coloured threads. hues from dark crimson red to rosy pink all in colour order. happily just humming towards themself , earplugs on the side as a small precaution. )
the good news is they found out why my hand keeps hurting when i write / type . . . the bad news is that its not great !! so sorry for anyone waiting for a response !! ))
( the quiet coach would just lay crawled up in his bed , every sort of light source just being covered as best as possible. almost like a sort of bat hiding away. covering his ears as best as possible. )
( knocking on the door, lumber was sent by porter to check in on tassita. he's been sent with a water bottle, snacks, and ear plugs. )
. . Tass?! Oh — uh, Tass? Ya okay? Can I come in?
( they would practically jump at the noise , not expecting it at all after just being in silence for so long. scrambling up as quick as possible to seem somewhat decent ) hm . . . ? just , dont turn on the lights. please.
( lumber opened the door slowly and skated inside, a free hand out in front of him to keep him from crashing straight into something in the dark while making his way towards tassitas bed. )
'kay, Porter sent me to check on ya — I brought stuff? I dunno what's needed for a . . . mi . . migraines?
porter sent you ?? ( tassita would just pause , confusion just flooding his own brain. why ?? its not like he talked to the freight often in the first place , the question plaguing the coach. just attempting to shake it off , the gesture was really kind after all and helpful . . . ) migraine , depends on what its triggered by you know ??
( lumber sat down, sprawling all the items out in front them and looking at tassita, stumbling over his words for a moment. )
Uh — well, Porter always notices when he hasn't seen someone out for a while, so I'm usually sent to check in.
. . I brought a thing of water, biscuits, oranges, and ear plugs.
( tassita would just blink at the items , trying his best to distinguish them in the darkness. mouthing them to them self to just attempt to remember at least. attempting a small smile to seem polite in the moment. ) he has a keen eye then , i appreciate it though and you coming out. you brought a bunch of stuff , huh.
( lumber smiled brightly, proud of themselves — they did about an hour of research before going out, trying to find exactly what the quiet coach would need, and was glad they seemed to be some of the right things. )
Yeah, accordin' to cleveland clinic, food and water's good for ya, and earplugs cause, well . . y'know.
you did your research , didn't need to do all of that you know. checking up alone was enough no need for all of this . . . ( the coach would just fumble around , sitting down just to be somewhat more stable. covering his ears as best as possible , a small chuckle escaping the coach. cause they are a quiet coach , makes sense. just attempting to ignore the aching in his own head in the moment. )
( they watched tassita carefully for a few moments before passing the earplugs to him. )
They mold to yer ears, so they should be a little more comfortable.
( tassita would nod , slowly uncovering his ears to just hold the earplugs. just staring at them , unsure what to even say in the moment. ) thank you. if you or porter ever need something just , let me know. need to pay you two back somehow for this.
( the quiet coach would just lay crawled up in his bed , every sort of light source just being covered as best as possible. almost like a sort of bat hiding away. covering his ears as best as possible. )
( knocking on the door, lumber was sent by porter to check in on tassita. he's been sent with a water bottle, snacks, and ear plugs. )
. . Tass?! Oh — uh, Tass? Ya okay? Can I come in?
( they would practically jump at the noise , not expecting it at all after just being in silence for so long. scrambling up as quick as possible to seem somewhat decent ) hm . . . ? just , dont turn on the lights. please.
( lumber opened the door slowly and skated inside, a free hand out in front of him to keep him from crashing straight into something in the dark while making his way towards tassitas bed. )
'kay, Porter sent me to check on ya — I brought stuff? I dunno what's needed for a . . . mi . . migraines?
porter sent you ?? ( tassita would just pause , confusion just flooding his own brain. why ?? its not like he talked to the freight often in the first place , the question plaguing the coach. just attempting to shake it off , the gesture was really kind after all and helpful . . . ) migraine , depends on what its triggered by you know ??
( lumber sat down, sprawling all the items out in front them and looking at tassita, stumbling over his words for a moment. )
Uh — well, Porter always notices when he hasn't seen someone out for a while, so I'm usually sent to check in.
. . I brought a thing of water, biscuits, oranges, and ear plugs.
( tassita would just blink at the items , trying his best to distinguish them in the darkness. mouthing them to them self to just attempt to remember at least. attempting a small smile to seem polite in the moment. ) he has a keen eye then , i appreciate it though and you coming out. you brought a bunch of stuff , huh.
( lumber smiled brightly, proud of themselves — they did about an hour of research before going out, trying to find exactly what the quiet coach would need, and was glad they seemed to be some of the right things. )
Yeah, accordin' to cleveland clinic, food and water's good for ya, and earplugs cause, well . . y'know.
you did your research , didn't need to do all of that you know. checking up alone was enough no need for all of this . . . ( the coach would just fumble around , sitting down just to be somewhat more stable. covering his ears as best as possible , a small chuckle escaping the coach. cause they are a quiet coach , makes sense. just attempting to ignore the aching in his own head in the moment. )
