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Pathfinders on a bus
Aug. 10th, 2009 11:54 pmThere's a really old, really battered bus driving down the freeway. Behind the wheel is Rakoth. He's driving like a madman, swerving around cars like he wants to run them down.
In the back of the bus is Choris. His arm draped around the back seat, looking out the back window. "They're following us!" he shouts to the rest. But the bus is still swerving.
Perhaps that is because Frankie slashed the tires.
Meanwhile, Thello nicked the right hand mirror and is contentedly checking his reflection, his mask lying idle in his lap. Next to him is Logan, who opens his book and starts to sing a hymn, urging the others to join in.
Then Danara reaches up to the mirror, and she hangs a pair of round, fuzzy things onto the mirror. They're not quite like dice...but they are in a little hairy pouch.
As we zoom out, the camera focuses on a lone figure on top of the bus. Vincent, the Last Pathfinder, is hanging on for dear life on the roof, screaming like a little girl.
In the back of the bus is Choris. His arm draped around the back seat, looking out the back window. "They're following us!" he shouts to the rest. But the bus is still swerving.
Perhaps that is because Frankie slashed the tires.
Meanwhile, Thello nicked the right hand mirror and is contentedly checking his reflection, his mask lying idle in his lap. Next to him is Logan, who opens his book and starts to sing a hymn, urging the others to join in.
Then Danara reaches up to the mirror, and she hangs a pair of round, fuzzy things onto the mirror. They're not quite like dice...but they are in a little hairy pouch.
As we zoom out, the camera focuses on a lone figure on top of the bus. Vincent, the Last Pathfinder, is hanging on for dear life on the roof, screaming like a little girl.
