The windows were pretty nice, even for an average train. One could tell it was meant for travel.
Onboard, waiters moved here and there passing out nuts, sodas, and salads. On board in one cart though, everyone looked concerned as the camera would pass over a young woman and halt. A few people were recognizing her as a Fairy Tail wizard, but others were just staring at her as she looked extremely sick and afraid every time she looked out of the window....she even began bracing herself on the window itself.
As the train was somewhat of a bumpy ride, and this girl had a college style rack; she jiggled everytime the train hit a bump; as her cleavage was out of control. Her black skirt and thighs didn't help either, as her ponytail swung awkwardly while she held the wall in her seat.
Her pink Fairy Tail emblem on her outstretched left arm was shown on camera as she held the window with it, about to hurl.
"Miss are you gonna be OK?" a passing attendant on the train said as the train was shown outside clearing the canyon and back onto normal land....back inside however, Hera looked up meekly at the attendant and nodded.
"I....would like to be moved from this window seat please...we're just going really fast...and I usually have my cat fly me around." Hera said as the attendant let out an 'ooooook.........' and just walked off, not knowing what an Exceed was. Hera thought about Rose back at the Guild, probably playing Chess as usual. Damn ReQuipping cat....where was she to fly her. Why did she think her Motion Fear was gone now that she was eighteen.
Distracted, she didn't see the group of young men walk up around her and flop into seats all around her.
"Damn you are too fine to just be sitting over here alone....what's your name hun?" Hera looked up, furrowed her eyebrows and waved. Too sick to speak; and now sweating from her fear of this damn train going so fast. "Yo.....what's up?" another of the boys said as he nudged her. A few of them eyed her rack with head nods, and overlooked her body in general. "The bitch is either to drunk to talk or thinks she's too good for us....."
A few people gasped at their comments nearby, but were too afraid to step in at all. Hera looked up at being called a bitch, and looked furious. But her Slayer weakness was keeping her fully at bay, as she was afraid to even stand on this moving train. One of the guys actually reached forward and grabbed a fistfull of Hera's rack; squishing it as he pleased with his fingertips. As his friends laughed, Hera swatted with her left hand as best she could and fell out of her seat. Slapping his arm away, but landing on her face.
She was then pulled up by her hair, always in a long ponytail usually. Paralyzed with fear, she just....sat there as the boys spoke to her again. Ignoring them, they began to shout at the top of their lungs to clear out the cart.
When people protested, one of them pulled a gun, the one holding Hera's ponytail as she was on her knees. As people began to clear out, he then pointed the gun right at Hera's head.
"Clothes off now you mouthy little b---" as he spoke a loud BLEEEEEGH! was heard as Hera threw up all over his shirt, pants, and shoes, not to mention getting a lot on the other guys nearby.
The guy let out a scream of frustration, now his mind was off raping her for now and hurting her as the group of guys stood up around her and backed off from the throw up. As Hera wiped her mouth, the guy raised his pistol above his head and went for a pistol whip.