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Inspired by and within the same universe of 's scrapyard engines.
(I can't for the life of me do human facial structure, and I'm around electrics a lot, so I didn't go with a face.)

"Oh! An enthusiast! Hi!" Spluttered the EF1, he was extremely surprised to see an actual person talking to him. "I'm George, and er... I haul coal." He thought to himself, 'No! You messed it up, go and fix it.' "W-Well, not any more, I haven't been needed for a while, and these nice gents have taken out one of my air compressors. I think it's being rebuilt, so one day I should be able to get 'round to pulling trains again." The enthusiast looked at the ground, puzzled by the missing bits of electrical gubbins, scattered in a disorderly mess. He didn't say anything, and took some more photos on his flat sheet of glass. "Oh! And there's another thing! Have you heard about what's been going on at Peel Godred? That's where I work, and I've heard these diesels talking about bringing George down there, but strangely they've been avoiding me as usual. Any ideas?" He looked down at the enthusiast, and saw a look of concern on his face, hidden behind an awkward smile. It would've crushed him to know that the line had been turned into a rail-trail.

(I have a second character in mind, Sarah. And no, it's not a 'Met loco!)

Description
Inspired by and within the same universe of 's scrapyard engines.
(I can't for the life of me do human facial structure, and I'm around electrics a lot, so I didn't go with a face.)

"Oh! An enthusiast! Hi!" Spluttered the EF1, he was extremely surprised to see an actual person talking to him. "I'm George, and er... I haul coal." He thought to himself, 'No! You messed it up, go and fix it.' "W-Well, not any more, I haven't been needed for a while, and these nice gents have taken out one of my air compressors. I think it's being rebuilt, so one day I should be able to get 'round to pulling trains again." The enthusiast looked at the ground, puzzled by the missing bits of electrical gubbins, scattered in a disorderly mess. He didn't say anything, and took some more photos on his flat sheet of glass. "Oh! And there's another thing! Have you heard about what's been going on at Peel Godred? That's where I work, and I've heard these diesels talking about bringing George down there, but strangely they've been avoiding me as usual. Any ideas?" He looked down at the enthusiast, and saw a look of concern on his face, hidden behind an awkward smile. It would've crushed him to know that the line had been turned into a rail-trail.

(I have a second character in mind, Sarah. And no, it's not a 'Met loco!)