<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/dc/df/ca/dcdfcad5f3cfe05fc98ad5cd14f9c567.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Name:</span></span></strong>Jack Spratowski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=316301.msg15284962#msg15284962)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Date | Time:</span></span></strong>September 30th, 06:05<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Location:</span></span></strong>Train from Inverness<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Outfit:</span></span></strong>As pictured<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;"> Mood:</span></span></strong>Ballpark-ish (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l7GB8IJs6ic)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Content:</span></span></strong>Heading to Dellban<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Tagging:</span></span></strong>M. Moffett, Avery<br/><hr/><br/>So this had been an experience.  It had been non-stop travel for the last...almost twenty-four hours for him.  He wasn't going to break his arm patting himself on the back for packing intelligently.  Minimalistic even.  He was pleased that he was able to bring everything he needed in one, overly-large backpack.  He'd learned over the years, if you wanted to hold onto your shit...wear it.  The same couldn't be said for all of the people who were clearly on their way to Dellban.<br/><br/>Case in point.  The dead-hot blonde with the fantastic lower half who was struggling to lift a suitcase the size of...well...her onto the luggage storage that was found at every juncture between the cars of the train.  He approached the blonde without speaking but came at her from an angle where she could see him coming and not be surprised by him.   He made eye-contact with the blonde and offered her a warm, confident smile.<br/><br/>"Hey.  I can help with that?" , came the question as the blonde nodded, clearly as tired from the travelling as everyone else was and took a step back from her heavy suitcase.  His attention flickered to the suitcase.  His eyes passing over the name etched on the slender gold plate on the suitcase.<br/><br/><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">M. Moffett</span></em></div><br/>The suitcase was lifted smoothly; effortlessly and placed atop the pile of suitcases in the storage section.  He turned to offer the blonde a smile who offered one in return.<br/><br/>"I'm...I'm Miranda."<br/><br/>Jack nodded his head slightly, offering a more playful grin.  His voice dropping to a more quiet tone as he responded.<br/><br/>"Sure you are.", before brushing past her.  Miranda pivoting slightly and motioning with her hand back over her shoulder opposite of the direction Jack was moving.<br/><br/>"I sit back here if you want to..." , she paused.  Taking note of Jack moving into the car ahead. "...so...thank you!" , she said more loudly, earning her another smile from Jack as he looked back over his shoulder before the doors of the car ahead closed behind him.<br/><br/>His eyes flickered to the seat assignments overhead, moving past each one until he found where his seat was.  Noting the pretty redhead seated at the window leaving the aisle seat for him.  He offered her a relaxed smile, not speaking as he shrugged his shoulders slightly and he slipped his backpack off his shoulders only to place it on the floor between his seat and the seat ahead of him.  Next came his jacket and that joined the back pack.  He sat, and using one foot he shoved the backpack under the seat ahead of them.  Jabbing it twice more with his foot, his body flexed, and arching some as he ensured his backpack was jammed under the seat ahead of him.  He managed to do all of this next to the redhead without actually bumping his shoulder or knee into hers.<br/><br/>He let out a deep breath as he settled into his seat...letting his eyes drift shut.  Silent for a moment before opening them and turning his head slightly to offer her a welcoming smile.  Reaching across his lap and offering her a hand to shake.<br/><br/>"I'm Jack."<br/>