We've Arrived! (Open)

Cheryl sighed, her head resting in her hand, as the train rolled onwards towards Central. When she'd asked if she could see what Mustang and Sam were talking about, they went all quiet and wouldn't say anything. She hadn't forgotten about the collar, keeping her free hand tugging on it. Maybe it'd stretch enough the she could get free.

Wait til we get there...she thought crossly, blinking. Though, she did wonder why he'd put a collar on her in the first place. She felt the train slowing down, and she looked up, seeing the Central Station up ahead.

As soon as the huge vehicle pulled to a stop, she jolted to her feet, ready to get off the train. She stalked towards the doors, thankful that there were few passengers today. She nearly choked herself, the collar tugging tightly on her throat.

But she turned her back so that it pulled instead on the side of her neck, and she jumped out the door. Hopefully pulling Colonel Mustang out onto the ground. I hope he hits his head,she thought bitterly.

"Now tell me! Why did you put a collar on me?"she demanded, glaring at him.

OOC:Lawl... one of the first times she's ever looked down at someone XD

"Wait a sec-" She was cut off as her throat tightened, making her sputter and have to trail along after him. "You said when we get to Central!" Cheryl's voice was low with anger. "At this rate you'll never tell me!"

"Aw great..." she muttered in response to his first two statements. Then she straightened up, standing only a few inches taller than when she was slouching. "I dunno. Haven't seen him since he got off the train..." Cheryl trailed off.

Briefly she wondered if she could smack him just to show how much she disliked him and his confusing ways. But that would get her kicked out of the military. But what purpose was there to stay? She could probably track Envy down faster if she left.

But there was always the chance he'd give away her secret. That could get her killed. Cheryl scowled. Why was life so fricken' complicated?

But now they needed to find Sam. Who was apparently (probably) still on the train. "Ya know," she said, thinking quickly. "I could find him if you let me off this leash..." She grabbed the chain with one hand and gave a slight tug for emphasis.

"Liar!" Cheryl accused, narrowing her eyes. But it was true. They were more likely to find Sam if they got out of the train station and away from all these people. She grumbled and crossed her arms. I feel like a prisoner...

Reluctantly she stepped forwards to stand next to the Colonel, still about a foot apart. "Fine." Seeing as he could choke her at any time, it was probably best if she just stayed quiet and followed him around.

But that would give him the satisfaction of winning. "But you better tell me what this is for before I break it." she threatened, looking up at his face with a scowl.

"I thought the Furur wanted to see you?" Cheryl asked drily. Idiot... He couldn't even lie right! Forgetting what he says and such stupid stuff could cost him his life if he weren't careful!

Well, that only really ever happened to her. But still! He could get himself killed! Not that I'd care...

OOC: lawl. Cherry: JUST TRY IT! *Glares*

"Wait-" Again she was cut off as he yanked her towards the exit. Therefore choking her. Again. "This is going to get old quickly...." she muttered, walking after him quickly so as not to get killed by strangulation.

Cheryl tugged again on the collar. She still had no clue what it was for. And she still disliked the feeling of the collar pressing against her skin, cutting off her air if she was in the middle of a sentence if the Colonel wished it. Jeez, you'd think that being armless for a week would be enough punishment... But nooooo. Now she had to be Char's dog.

She blushed at how bad that sounded. Okay that came out wrong. she thought, picking up the pace so that she was at his side, hair wavering out around her shoulders. When she hit the sunlight she expected to feel her skin warm. But instead there was nothing but the same feeling as always.

Damn it. Now I feel like a freak! It was her arms, glinting cruel silver in the light of day, that made her feel self-concious. Her face hot with embarrassment, she ducked down slightly, as if to hide in Char's shadow. Like a little kid. No way! She straightened after realizing this. No way would he show her up...

OOC:Fail post.

OOC: Sure. Clothing place and hair salon.

"Wait wha-" she yelped, stumbling as she was pulled into the store. It was much cooler in here, and she straightened to look around. There was clothes everywhere, on racks and shelves.

Cheryl looked over at the door with a frown. She could try to run for it... She lifted the leash in one hand. This thing will choke me the second he sees me running... She sighed and stomped through the clothes, looking for something that would conceal her automail.

She caught a few people glancing over at her, some with scowls as they noticed her silver pocketwatch. They apparently don't like State Alchemists... she thought, grabbing a tanktop and a jacket to try them on with a pair of black pants.
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TWENTY MINUTES LATER
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Cheryl emerged from the hair salon, not many changes made. Her new clothes made her look almost like a normal person again. She stopped in front of Char, a slight scowl on her face. "How do I look?" she asked dryly, holding her arms out from her body so that he could get a better look.

She was wearing a tight-fitting red tanktop beneath a black jacket that was unzipped at the top to show a splash of red at her throat. Her black pants fit together with the outfit nicely, as well as the white gloves she'd found to conceal her metal hands.

Her hair was cut a few inches shorter, tried into a ponytail in back, while her bangs now seemed lengthened and hung around the sides of her face. "I got new clothes, and a new hairstyle. Happy?"

OOC:She looks kinda like Ed now only she don't have an antenna. XD Also I was museless for this....

OOC: OKAY! >D

Cheryl followed reluctantly, grumbling, "Well I never net him so sorry 'bout your bad luck."