<div class="floatleft">(http://images.buddytv.com/btv_2_800076001_1_590_-1_0_/10-characters-we-hop.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/5611/f/2008/361/b/c/steam_truck_wip_1_by_chiaroscuro.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Jeremiah Wesson<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong> <em>Rosy</em>'s Cab, Depot One<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Kendra, Crystal, Celes, Open<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong> Refueling:<br/><br/><hr/> </div><br/>After the encounter with the Junkers of the waste, Jeremiah was happy that he could take some time to simply catch his breath. He still had whole other leg of the route to go before his final delivery, but this "Truck Stop" would be a good place to rest for a bit. Many people felt that driving a truck was easy work, but few know of the concentration, and focus that was needed to keep a truck the size of Rosy on the road as well as combat the long hours of boredom, and tedium that usually accompany Over-the-road trucking.<br/><br/>As Rosy passed through the main gate to the enormous depot, the other people barely gave her a second glance as it was not unusual for Large trucks to be passing through with recent signs of battle. Even the gore still strewn upon Rosy's front grill along with the dust encrusted crimson didn't attract more than the cursory glance from a passer by.<br/><br/>Rosy's Maxum 6 super engine purred as it pulled the 100,000lb cargo hauler. Jeremiah deftly maneuvered the rig though the compound as he was approaching the refueling station. That encounter with the junkers had guzzled precious fuel at an exorbitant rate, regardless of Kendra's "improvements.". If Jeremiah was to finish the run he'll  have to refuel. a scowl already miring his aged face as he saw it eating into his profits.<br/><br/>Suddenly from out of the corner of the building a young child darted out with two colored lights. Jeremiah released his foot off the accelerator and let Rosy naturally slow down as the boy began to guide the vehicle. Considering how large many of these Trucks were. It was very difficult even for the best of drivers, including Jeremiah, to navigate them into a Fueling berth. So "Guides" were hired on to make sure the massive rigs didn't collide with each other. The young boy trotting in front of Rosy, his face a bit green from the strips of intestines that still hung from her front grill.<br/><br/>Jeremiah would ease Rosy into the fueling berth and shut down the engine. Where there was the sounds of angry demons, peace and quiet now dominated the large engine. Jeremiah then slumped in his chair and pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket and removed his hat before wiping his brow. "That was some run, wasn't it baby gurl." He said as he patted the console of his truck lovingly.<br/><br/>Pulling the keys from the ignition, Jeremiah would pop the door, and let it slide back along the side of the cab much like a cargo van's door. Jeremiah eased himself out of the cab, and stretched. His joints popping as he groaned in relief. "Oooo...I needed that." he sighed before he walked along the small catwalk towards the ladder to get down from the rig. Fueling will take about an hour as Jeremiah also had to check the filters, Tires, Fluids, connections to the trailer and cargo to make sure nothing gone wrong in that last battle.