[ Majima stood at the entrance to the subway station at Théâtre des Arts, crowbar in hand and a pack of sand at his back. It was afternoon, with lengthening shadows but plenty of time left yet to explore– and if they were going to go through with the big plan in the next month, someone was going to have to actually go underground. ]
Gonna explore the subway,
[ had been his message to Newt and Thomas. ]
If you want in, c’mon down. Bring some light.
[ The station entrance was boarded up as if it had been abandoned in haste. He set the pack down and started prying at the first of the boards, where the accumulated years of rust had stained the bleached wood a deep red-orange.
Good thing they hadn't done a particularly thorough job of nailing these things down. ]
For Newt/Thomas
Gonna explore the subway,
[ had been his message to Newt and Thomas. ]
If you want in, c’mon down. Bring some light.
[ The station entrance was boarded up as if it had been abandoned in haste. He set the pack down and started prying at the first of the boards, where the accumulated years of rust had stained the bleached wood a deep red-orange.
Good thing they hadn't done a particularly thorough job of nailing these things down. ]