[A traveller steps out onto the platform with a sad smile on his face. He is wearing a dirty hooded poncho made of a rough fabric, with a pair of obviously well used cargo pants and some sandals that were falling apart. His skin was so many different colours you weren’t sure what it originally was and you certainly couldn’t tell where he was from. His sunglasses seemed to be the only things not partially broken and they kept his eyes hidden, just like the hood kept most of the face hidden.
Looking up, he glanced at the posters around the station and shrugged, shouldering the bag which he with him and trudged through the entrance, looking around at the buildings. He shrugged again.] Home sweet home.
((OOC: Ian's not found his watch yet so Action only and I apologise.))
Ian Crankshaw || OC
Looking up, he glanced at the posters around the station and shrugged, shouldering the bag which he with him and trudged through the entrance, looking around at the buildings. He shrugged again.] Home sweet home.
((OOC: Ian's not found his watch yet so Action only and I apologise.))