Michigan Central Station

Est. 1913

Michigan Central,  located in Corktown Detroit 

The Beacon of Motor City!

"The Tallest Train Station in the World!"

18 Stories of Beaux Arts Style! 

10 Train Gates!

Shops

 Barber Shop, Drug Store, Cigars, Newsstand and Arcade

Food

Cafe and Restaurant

Leisure

Smoking Room and Reading Room

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Conductors, Engineers, Shop Owners, Security

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Welcome Aboard!

Becca stands very still and calm, she is smoking her cigarette as she watches passerbys going to to and fro in the Station.  She dressed down today, no bright colors, no accessories, he hair is hidden under a grey scarf and it is devoid of pattern.  She has a bit of lipstick and a touch of rouge, her nails are done up cosmopolitan and are hidden by simple grey gloves.  

Another train goes by, she looks over to kids screaming while playing and smiles, glad that she doesn't have any of her own. 

Martin's train is late.  She checks to make sure her gun is in place.  Experience has shown her that there are no coincidences.  She will allow for 10 minutes before she changes her course and goes on to plan B which is to head back to Vegas without the yayo and place hits on all the suppliers involved in the failed trade.  Becca doesn't negotiate, the only grey that exists are her gloves and scarf.

Train 8672 arrives at the station 3 minutes shy of plan B.  Becca watches as people exit the train, she tries not to get wrapped up in their stories as she scans and discriminates in search of Martin.  A man with his head held low reading a paper in one hand and carrying a duffle bag in his other walks toward her.  He passes by slowly and whispers "I'm a peppery kind of king".   She waits a few beats and follows him out of the station to her vehicle.  He knows to load the bag up, she approaches and double checks the contents.  Beneath a pile of clothing are 2 kilos of Columbian pure crystal, one of the rarest cuts available off market.  Becca is pleased, she signals the driver to get the bag of cash and turns to the Martin.

""who is indisposed to parlaying?" She winks to Martin and replies.

"To fit my wit to a bit or a chit." he continues as he reaches down into the trunk where the driver put the bag of cash.  Martin unzips the bag and thoroughly checks the stacks of bills.  He zips up the bag up and turns to Becca smiling "And that is the long and short of it."  He tips his hat to Becca and walks down the street a ways to a dark vehicle.  Becca waits for him to drive off before getting in her car to leave

As far as ways of travel went, Charlotte preferred getting a train back to Philly rather than an airplane. The crowds were easier to manage, people seemed to be less aggressive, and the best part was the journey tended to take longer, meaning she got to read more of her book. Which is why she was now stood in line, suitcase at her feet, to purchase a ticket from Detroit Michigan, to Old City Philadelphia. The line wasn't long, but her day had been. When she walked in she spotted a pleasant looking bar in the station where she was hoping to get a glass of wine before boarding, just to take the edge off. While she was day dreaming of grapes she hadn't realized it was her turn. 

"Miss," the husky female voice called, "Do ya want a ticket or no?" causing Charlotte to snap out of her daze and quickly bend to grab her luggage and move to the window. A bit flustered at being called out for being lost in thought, she fumbled with her purse, things spilling on the counter, onto the floor. It felt as if the screams of the children, whistles of the trains and general noise of the place had amplified a thousand times. Her cheeks burned. 

"Uhm, yes." she said, finally retrieving her wallet. "One ticket to Philly, please. First class if you have it." she started counting out the money setting it on the count as the woman behind the partition let out a grunt and sigh at the same time, which was rather impressive if you thought about it. As the stamp was used on the ticket and pushed through, the price announced and Charlotte handed over the money. She had been trying to return her items to her purse but the speed in which this woman did her job was not helping her as much as she would have liked. 

"Yes, thank you. Thank... thank you." She stammered while trying to collect her things, her ticket, her dignity. Once gathered, leaving dignity behind unfortunately, she tucked her head down and hurried away from the line, refusing to meet the knowing or mocking stares of those who had been held up by her awkwardness. Charlotte made a beeline for the bar and once the drink was in hand she let herself relax just enough before her train was called and she was on her way back home.  

Since Tutte never liked flying he were pretty happy over going by train as often he could, it was wonderful to sit and just relax durin glong rides with train.

He got back home after being out a while and gets out from the train-station and heads over to the streets where he used to be when being home.

Pretty glad to be alive after last session in another city he straight away heads to a bar to drink some good beer and hopefully get to talk with some of his near frineds there too.

Relentless had his breakfast and was walking about when he saw a Train honk away in distance. He followed the sound and found himself in front of a Train Station. He had never been on one before...or at least in his current lifetime. He was always accustomed to flights or Cars as it provided more safety and quicker mobility. 

He walked into the station and bought himself a ticket and boarded the train. He moved around DT for the day in Trains, getting his way around and was actually starting to like it. 

Relentless had picked up a liking for his train journeys now. It was really lowkey and peaceful while he gets to his destination. He had preferred this service everytime he went to any city. His travel for big hrs was the flight but for everything else unless he had his sister and the lads with him, he went in the train as it made things quicker for him. 

He arrived at the Michigan station and bought himself a private first class ticket as he always does and loves the privacy. He went into the train carriage and bought himself a bourbon whisky and sat down in his spot. Lit up a cigar and enjoyed the journey. 

Pete was at Central Station waiting on the eightball express.  Pete was there to pick up old friends.  Pete sat inside the station smoking his cuban cigar.  He was with Nero and Carlos.  They were all carrying heaters incase and they new that Robert, Nails and Whispers were by the cars with heavey artillery.  Pete was reading the evening paper and from time to time he would look at his watch.  

Then the train arrived and Pete and his boys went to arriving area and their they were bags in hand and looking like a million bucks.  It was Benny and Frank Pete sent Carlos and Nero to help carry the mens bags.  then everyone followed Pete out of the station.  Pete waved and then two cars pulled up Whispers and Robert were in the front Frank and Benny got in with Pete.  Nero and Carlos got in the car with Nails driving. They were going to a place that Pete secured for them days ago.   

Carmine finished eating his breakfast and made his way straight down to the Central station. He had to grab himself some cigars and saw this stations was quite well equipped for just a Central Station, but he still walked over and got himself a stack of cigars x10. 

He walked over to the cash counter and booked himself a couple of train tickets for the day as he knew he had some travelling to do up and down and wasn't going anywhere else for getting a rice today. 

He sat down and boarded the train, and he started enjoying the train journey.