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[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack is driving along one of the many roads on this big ol' wide continent in the Coraline, with all the windows open and a self-satisfied grin on his face. There's a bass guitar in the back, along with a couple amps (one of which actually goes up to 11 - he found the best); his cutlasses and guns are resting happily on the passenger seat and he's whistling while he looks out for other useful things to bring back to the farm.

(He's also looking for a friend he's missed recently)

There's no joy like the simple joys, and of them, Jack's favourite has always been the open sea road, knowledge of being useful to his friends, and a warm woman waiting for when he's done roaming.

Yo ho.

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[victoryisboring.livejournal.com]

Mai has found that the roads in this place are rather fascinatingly straight. They also seem to funnel into major metropolitan areas, and that means she can find food.

She left the last one a couple of days ago, simply following the road. Her hair was tangled and matted, and her robes were dirty, but she'd been through worse.

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Tangled matted hair and dirty clothes are standard fare for pirates. Jack's just lucky that his hair doesn't really mat that easily.

Trundling along, he slows down alongside Mai. If either of them were culturally aware of the phenomenon, one may call it 'kerb crawling'.

"Ahoy."

[victoryisboring.livejournal.com]

The sound of the approaching vehicle catches Mai's attention and she stops to watch. Her hands tuck into her sleeves automatically and her eyes narrow.

At Jack's greeting, Mai simply stares quietly.

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack grins cheerfully at her, and leans across the passenger seat to open the door there. This does little more than make it easier to talk to her.

"You're lost."

[victoryisboring.livejournal.com]

"Not really," Mai contradicts. Which... was sort of true. She may not have known where she was, but it's not like she had any destination in mind to be lost on the way to.

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

"Someone must have lost you," Jack says calmly.

"Where are you heading?"

That question sounds rather rhetorical.

[victoryisboring.livejournal.com]

Mai's eyebrow quirks in a sort of 'why do you care?' manner. Then she shrugs and gestures vaguely in the direction she was walking. "That way."

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack grins, as if she'd shared a massive joke with him.

"May I offer a faster way of getting there? Walking is only for those with no choice."

[victoryisboring.livejournal.com]

"I don't know you," Mai points out.

Which isn't an answer in the typical sense.

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

"That can be rectified."

Jack removes his hat, and bows from his seated position.

"Jack Hollins is me. Gentleman of fortune, once wedded to the sea, but now the road is my mistress."

[victoryisboring.livejournal.com]

Mai eyes Jack. Then eyes the weapons on the seat next to him. Then she eyes Jack again.

"Isn't that nice."

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack gives a sheepish smirk and removies the cutlasses to the other side of himself. The guns, he slips into his sash.

"And now there's even room."

[victoryisboring.livejournal.com]

"Isn't that nice," Mai repeats. She makes no move to get into the car.

[diseasedvermin.livejournal.com]

There is a man walking a few yards from the side of the road, in a Victorian-style frock coat and newsboy cap, with a rucksack on his back.

Tom, likely someplace close to Metropolis, is doing some wandering around the outlying areas. Never hurts to know what's around.

The truck gets a glance - and once the driver comes in view, a grin.

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack is on his way out, not into Kansas, and therefore has no blood on him - yet. He grins widely when he sees Tom, and slows down to talk.

"Ahoy."

[diseasedvermin.livejournal.com]

"Oy, mate!" he calls back, moving to stand by the truck. Casting a look into the back, he says, "So what's all that shit, 'en?"

He hasn't seen what's in the passenger seat yet.

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Hey, the passenger seat is just Jack's normal accoutrements! He likes to stay armed.

"I appear to have been recruited into a musical group," Jack says with a heavy sigh. The things he does for women, honestly.

[diseasedvermin.livejournal.com]

Tom would appreciate that!

"Oh? What part?"

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

"Bass guitar," Jack informs him. And with a meaningful wink, "Iris is drums."

[diseasedvermin.livejournal.com]

"Ohhhhh, that girl. Surprisingly clever, mate." Tom would give Jack a manly smack on the shoulder, but the truck's in the way.

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack smirks.

"Music works everytime with some. And how have you fared? Can I tke you somewhere?"

[diseasedvermin.livejournal.com]

Tom's face darkens at the first question. "Cheers, but not if you're headin' out of Kansas," is the answer to the second.

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

"Only for a cruise, I'll be back 'fore you miss me."

But Jack's smile has faded with thought and apparent concern.

"Will I find you on my way back?"

[diseasedvermin.livejournal.com]

"Was doin' a little walkabout myself - got supplies," Tom gestures to the rucksack on his back. "I'll keep an eye on the roads for this hunk of scrap."

[ineveryport.livejournal.com]

Jack's eyes widen then narrow at the insult.

"Should know better than to insult a lady, mate."