Why the ****ing USA? Dude do they even have buses in the USA? And still they manage to **** up this beautiful planet??? I guess Americans are inferior by default then Log in to see images!

No srsly why USA? If what I posted here does not make sense don’t blame me but blame American chauvinism and it’s followers. I can still edit though to certain extent. @ our American friends: You guys do know what a bus ticket and a bus company are?

While Jacques is walking he notices a bus lights coming towards him. He runs to the closest bus stop and manages to stop the bus. When he enters the bus he starts looking for a busticket in his pockets and after a long time of searching he finally finds a punchcard with some space on it. He is happy that at least for the buses in the center of town he has a season ticket (I bumume the bus company in the center is different than the one in suburbia, if not it is my ticket for the night bus as I bumume night bus has different tariffs). As Jacques is not used to seeing a bus this late in quiet suburbia, Jacques asks the bus driver: “Is there some party or festival going on in the center of town?” There must be a reason why the bus runs this late and after an evening like this Jacques could certainly use some relaxation and he might find someone prepared to let him spend the night at her/his place (preferably her Log in to see images!). On the bus Jacques notices a redhead that might be in for a talk. Even though Jacques knows Americans are total bumholes that can sue you for harbumment if you simply ask them “how do you do” Jacques is willing to take the risk.

EDIT: Veer already posted that Quentin is alone on the bus so I edited my post so my character comes on the bus in a next stop

I spy a conspicuous pack of gum on the floor as I walk.

“Hmmm… Juicy fruit”

I nearly jump out of my skin. A large, shaven Native American had walked up beside me, and we both looked at the gum together.

“It’s very good. Someone must have dropped it,” he bends down and scoops up the pack, taking out a piece wrapped in tin foil. He unwraps the foil and pops the gum into his mouth, then offers the pack to me, “you want a piece?”

I unfreeze and become amiable, “Sure, Chief!” I snap my hand out for a piece of gum, but it is all a clever ploy! The Chief has given me a shock treatment by offering me a fake piece of gum! The clever bastard knew it was a fake all along! Before I can react, he starts sprinting away.

“You Big Red bastard!” I commend myself for the clever gum-related pun as I chase after him. I don’t get far, as he rips a water fountain from the ground and throws it in my path, obstructing my chase. I abandon all hope and resume my course towards Disraught.

I hum to myself and notice Whiskey is getting kind of tired, so I pick him up and carry him for a little while. Walking isn’t so bad, and it’s not like they let dogs on the bus.

Blitzkrieg Posted:

This looks awesome

Nice try Rocky Sadly

”hmmm… well thanks anyhow for the information” Jacques replies to the bus driver. Mostly Jacques is a polite boy, mostly. Jacques sits on the bench next to the one where the redhead is siting and says “Hi”

EDIT: DAMN IT!

“Well, he already said there was no turning back, and that was over twenty minutes ago… I’d give it a shot.”

I walk up to the plain double-doors entrance and push open one door.

I hand her the card, stickers and all. I look around at the plain room. Some headquarters for a society of dimensional rebels…

“The name’s Rexus. Quixote sent me.”

Quentin takes off his iPod and notices that one of the people from the park was getting off the bus with him. He must have zoned out. As he steps off the bus, he notices a few of the others arrive almost simultaneously. Not at all stopping to wonder how taking a bus took the same amount of time as walking, he slowly walks towards the unimpressive building. He follows Rexus inside and flashes his card to the woman who again ponits to the hall. Quentin walks down the hall and slowly opens the door marked private…

Arman goes towards the woman and flashes his card.

“Should I go to that private room there or do I have a different room?”