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He sat in his car, he could hear someone going outside one of the cars, the sound of paper unwrapping and someone chewing. He just shrugged it off and went back to admiring his blade. He took advantage of this moment and pulled off his mask and top. His weapons dropped to the ground and he let himself take his true form. He stretched best he could and crawled around the car. His power unrestricted now made him feel much better. He sighed out a heavy fog, refusing to leave or talk to the others unless he was directly bothered by one beating on his frozen door or until the train would come to its stop.

WHAT THE HELL? I'm gone for two days because I'm sick, and I get to read all this? charming. So what did I miss?

(Not much,fought some black thing..demon i guess,frost joined us,and everyones asleep except Alex.Frost,and me.(crappy but short version))

Jacob walked out of his room carrying a beer bottle, and wearing aviators. His blond hair was flowing as he nodded his head to the beat of Sultans of Swing, by Dire Straits. He had a .44 magnum hammerless in his holster, which was under his arms. No one knew who he was but him, and he intended to keep it that way. As he walked, the music flooded the car, and the smell of smoke became noticed.

"We are the sultans, the Sultans of Swing," Jacob sang along with the music, and walked up to the people. "Hello. What's going on?"

He shifted back rapidly as a new smell filled his nostrils. He pulled his top on and replaced his weapons into their rightful spots as he closed his eyes. He stood straight, one arm at an L shape with his palm facing up. His other hand perpendicular to that one, two fingers raised in front of the bridge of his nose. He focused carefully, listening now to the new voice that he didn't hear earlier when he had first joined the group.

He pushed his focus to its fullest, taking in each detail of the man's voice. He realized the way he spoke wasn't threatening at all. He listened closer to notice some music coming from him as well. A sloshing sound, he had a drink. He opened his eyes. "I doubt he is a threat." he relaxed, a little. He didn't want to fully drop his guard. He kept just enough focus for any signs of distress. He went back to pacing. How much longer would this train ride be? He was growing restless.

(Would Jacob be in the same cart as Neararo now?..)

(so hes not,ok then)

(one thing i'll say is “one strong cigarette”).Neararo got bored just sitting there on the bench,he thought of rather follow Alex up the roof,or look around some other carts,he decided the second option,after all he didnt want to fall off the train in the process of the first. He quietly got off his seat and stepped around the people sleeping on the floor as quietly as he could as if not to wake them up.Once he reached the door to a different cart,he smelled smoke,cigarette smoke.Jacob..

"Oh bugger... I woke EM up. Aw well. Could use a little sleep, but they need to wake up." Jacob noticed that Neararo was there. That kid may try to not wake up people, but Jake did it all. His music switched to Rolling Stones, and it would surely wake EM up. "Hey Neo. How you been?"

Neararo shook his head,what was the the point of him trying not to wake them up,when Jacob would try his best to accomplish the opposite.He looked at Jacob “Sleepy” he said simply.He didnt know it for fact but he got the feeling people were waking up.

"Well that ain't good. Here, I got something that can fix your problem," Jacob started smiling and nodding his head to the beat of his music. It was damn good music.

Neararo listened to the same song as him,then again at the volume he had it,who couldnt hear it?
After moments it had woken him up some,and possibly the others.

Felt his eye twitch. He couldn't take it. He was in a different car than all of them and he couldn't understand it. He would leap from his spot and charge out. The ice thawing off as he slung the door open. He made his way to the one smoking and carrying on with his loud music. He gently tapped his shoulder, a bit of frost gathering on his clothes where he touched, "Pardon me..."

"Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.....sssss?" Jacob cracked up laughing from his joke. It was from a movie, and it was pretty damn funny. He lit another cigarette as his burned up, and opened a window. It was getting too damn smokey in here. "Wassup?"

He took a breath and sighed, the fog rolling out his mask and then he nodded, "You are obnoxious and annoying as hell. Can't you go...to the other end of the train?"

"Why thank you. Yes I am. I'm also the deadliest damn thing in 100 miles, so if you care to get angry at me, please do so when I'm NOT drunk. And in case you didn't notice, this is the other end. It's my end, and its by the caboose." Jacob chuckled. He was right, because when he looked behind, there wasn't much to see.

He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "A drunk obnoxious human," he glared to Neararo, "Are all the humans here like this? If so I think I can just walk to L.A." he looked back at the drunkard, "Deadly...heh. I doubt that."

Near(since everyones giving him other names) looked at Frost and shook his head no “Not all of them” then he looked at Jacob again.

"I'm not always drunk, man. Just today. And hell, I never get drunk, really. And treat me with more respect. I'm the reason that this country is still alive," Jacob was getting a little pissed. If this guy wanted to fight him, he'd better be prepared.

Neararo knew never listen to the drunks,most of the time it was lies or foolishness their messed up mind came up with.“..sure” he said being sarcastic.He got an idea.“All hail king drunk shall we?” he said as a comeback to the respect part.