The man stepping out of a boxcar is nothing short of a strange sight to the hobos and transient people that fill this place.  Beret, t-shirt, classic tartan kilt and black combat boots this athletic man jumps down and drags what could only be described as a person sized electronics crate.  

He can hear voices chime in that it must be some fancy audio equipment, some big wig movie camera.  The case is black carbon fiber, myriad locks, re-inforced metal corners, a few handles, and a good number of blinking lights.  Reaching back into the box car this man pulls out a large duffle bag which he puts his arms through like a backpack and a two wheeled dolly.  

Wheeling his big box across cracked cement, headphones not seemingly attached to anything humming away in his ears.  As he tromps away into the outskirts of the city he breaks into a rousing chorus of "Famous for Nothing" and disappears around a corner.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KqUYV6eMrEo - song  

--Last edited by Seamus Johnston on 2008-09-05 15:46:52 --

Wandering about into the streets of Sanfields outer fringes is enjoyable when you're twiddling about on the web, singing to music, carting around a giant box all at once.  Wheeling around some of the corners and alleyways he approaches a door leading down to some old dingy basement.  Pulling the cart behind him Seamus walks up to this near rotting door, flings it open, and walks into Gands plush office.

(Continued in The White Rabbit)