[@CadenGallic]
Robert looked around the train car. Bunch of wanna be kids that tempted fate with a race like Risk Rally. He sighed under his mask as he inspected some of the younger drivers. Some could be his children. But he wasn't here to play the dad they never had. He drew a cross in the air in front of him. This train was the last stop before everyone here turns into an enemy. Every friendship forged here will end in a blazing combo of fuel and metal, and every enemy made is one more nail in your coffin. Some have already realized it by now, sitting yb themselves, whilst some seemed to ignore tha fact that the ones they are talking to might end under their own hands. Humans tend to spare those who they know, but some don't have this trait, and mercillesly backsta others. Robert looked around once more to search for an empty cabin. There was none. 

He made his way to one of the more quiet corners of the train car. After some hesitation he sat down across a weird girl that was grasping a flight helmet. She didn't seem to notice nor care about Robert sitting down. Good. The less people that fuss about him the better. He just hoped this girl wasn't from anywhere in Asia, because those folks knew him better than anyone. He looked at the girl's face once more, jsut to make sure. The girl was probably in her late 20s, and her sorrowful eyes gazed with emptiness. At least she didn't look like a chinese girl. She could be still Russian, but Robert didn't give that thought any space. Chances are any one racer here could have heard about him. He closed his eyes to get some rest. He tried thinking about the race track, but his mind bombarded him with sad thoughts. He quickly changed subject after looking at the girl's helmet. People always looked weird at him when he dozed off. From the outside you couldn't tell he was sleeping because of the mask, but he usually woke up to strange looks. Good memories. At least people fear, or admire his mask sometimes. Not like it compensates for anything. He tightened his fists, and took a deep breath. 

He couldn't find much of a sotthening in the view outside, so he took the gamble and adressed teh girl in front of him. [color=2e3192][b]"Hey-"[/b] [/color] the deep metallic voice that came from behind the mask surprised him. It has been so long he talked that he forgot how awful this voice was. Never can he sing gain under the shower, or sing a song for a girl. No, his life was ruined by racing, and he must make it all right again by racing. But he couldn't stop talking, just because he hated his voice. He swallowed some nagry words, and began his sentence once again. [b][color=2e3192]"Hey girl, nice helmet. Where did you get it from?"[/color][/b]