Twyla's eyes flutter open as her drowsiness slowly dissipates. She pushes herself up and leads her gaze around the train. She pondered why she was here and couldn't come up with a conclusion to why she was here. She leans her back against the bench and rubs her still drowsy eyes.
She waits and ponders as the train moves on. Which feels as though this has been going on for eternity. The train shifts and the wheels begin to squeal. Twyla quickly looks out the window to see where she is. There's buildings upon buildings, but she has not the slightest idea where she is. Or why she is on the train. The train pulls into the station and comes to a halt.
Twyla stands up and swings her bag over her shoulder as she exits the train. The Station is a wide open space, with stairs that lead down to open glass doors. She stops just outside the doors of the train. The train doors close behind her and the whistle blows. It then pulls out of the station. She watches it till she can barely see it anymore.
Twyla shakes her head to leave her gaze and she walks down the stairs. She glances at the desk and sees a station number "7". Twyla pushes open the doors to have the bright sunset shining in her eyes. It looks like a courtyard in front of the station, made with brick. Just to the left of the Station is a gated entrance with the number five above it.
She cranks her head up and sees that the Station is bigger than it had looked. There's an enormous clock towering high up into the sky. Twyla jogs to the stone ramp of this enormous amount of space and looks out to the town. The sunsets light shining brightly through the town. "Where am I?" She asked herself as she looks to the left to see a way through the streets that slopes downhill.
Twyla leaves the stone ramp and heads to the slope. A lamppost with signs points towards the slope and back to where she came from. "Station Plaza" pointed to where she came from. "Station Heights" pointed towards the slope. She makes her way down the slope and on the first curve, at the bottom of the second slope is a wooden cart with a large brown bag on top.
A man paces back and forth on the slope. He notices Twyla and meets her halfway down the second slope. "You really shouldn't be out here." He says.
"Why's that?" Twyla asked gripping onto her bag strap with both of her hands.
"It gets dangerous here. You should go home." He said with a frown.
"Oh… o-okay." Twyla says with a shrug and a nervous look. The man nods and walks away. "But… I don't know exactly where 'home' is." She mumbles to herself as she rubs her arm nervously.
She continues down and there's an alley down the third slope. She continues down the fourth slope and a "Help Wanted" sign is on a wall. She walks to the sign and reads the jobs. "Letter Delivery" Is one of them, then "Luggage Transfer" and the last is "Grand Stander." Twyla made a mental note of these jobs. Maybe she can do some when she has to. If she has to.
She continues down the last slope, a weapons shop on the left and a Items shop on the right. Three kids, close to her age, come running from a section between the two shops. They dart past her, one of them grazes her shoulder as he passes by. Twyla turns to watch them go up the slopes and disappear behind the buildings.
Twyla shrugs and continues on where the three came from. Once she enters, there's a moving Tram that follows a darker brick path. A small shop on the right in between the Trams turn around. Another shops is on the left in some buildings. She walks to the shop on the right and sees a sign of different treats above the desk opening.
She opens the bag on her side and scavenges through her things to see if she has spare change. But all she finds is a couple of plain journals, some pens and pencils, but no more. She frowns at her useless belongings in her bag and clips it closed. She strolls to the second path where a building is made into an arch for the Tram to go through. On the left is another path and on the right is what appears to be a squared out alley.
She walks through the arched building and looks to the right. She's on a bridge that turns with buildings. A bright orange sign arched above a path that goes somewhere else in the town. But ahead is a large city wall, with a whole broken through in it. She doesn't want to bother with it, since it looks dangerous.
So she follows the bridge and goes down the slope to the path with the arched sign. Twyla doesn't understand what that guy meant that this place is dangerous. It seems like a quiet peaceful town. A group of four are walking from the direction she is aiming to go. They stop in front of her. Making her stop.
The middle guy, with a scar across his face wearing a beanie folds her arms. "And who are you?" He asked rather rudely.
"What's it to ya?" Twyla asks placing a hand on her hip and arching her back.
"You're new here, right?" He asked sounding less rude than he previously did.
"Um… I guess." Twyla says with an unsure look. "Where exactly is 'here'?" She asked as she looked around at the buildings.
"You got here and don't know where you are?" He asked in an attempt to try to stop himself from laughing.
Twyla frowns and clenches her fists. "Fine, don't tell me." She says moving herself through the group.
"It's not like I wasn't going to tell you." He said in a 'matter of fact' tone. Twyla stopped in her tracks and turning her torso to the people behind her. "This is Twilight Town. Capital of the Struggle Tournaments!" He bragged.
"Twilight Town, huh?" She says in thought. "Okay, thanks." Twyla keeps moving forward to her destination. Which she's not sure where that is.
"Newbie, what's your name?" He shouted to her.
Twyla turned around, repositioning the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "Twyla."
"Hm." He huffs as he cocks his head to the side. "The name's Seifer."
"I'll keep that in mind." Twyla says turning away from Seifer and his group.
Once she reaches the end of the street, she arrives at another wide open place. With benches around a darkened square area of the place. She walks to the middle, her gazes following her body as she turns to see different section of the area. Twilight Town has gotten a bit dimmer as the sun slowly sets lower.
Twyla frowns at the fact that she doesn't have anywhere to go for some shut-eye. She figures she can sort out this problem as she looks around some more. She heads to a path that has stairs that lead up to who know's where. Once her foot touches the brick section of this area a strange sound happens behind her.
She turns around and gasps at the site. It a tall beige creature with strange markings and armor. It holds a giant claymore. Twyla backs up slowly with an arm reached behind her. The things arm swing the claymore back. Twyla drags her foot back and falls down onto her bottom.
Her breathing quickens as its arm goes to the full extent and swing the claymore. She moves her head to the side cringing her eyes shut, her arm hanging above her head for some form of defense. A clash of metal rings through her ears.