[quote=Lemons]
Gavin started a little in surprise as Evelyn walked over to him, asking about what was wrong. He briefly toyed with the idea of messing with her, but instead simply groused, "So...bored...SO...BORED..." Sighing, he walked over to his stash of metal, twisting it into a spiral before melting it into cold liquid. "What do you do whenever you can't think of...ah, nevermind, you probably just look into peoples' minds or whatever it is you do, I don't even remember..." The metal slowly melted around his hands and solidified, turning into fists like hammers. He smacked them together, boredom temporarily forgotten. "What was I talking about before, when we had just gotten on the train...? Riiight, the aliens. They're going to gas us all, or vaporize us, or eat us, or . And then...OF COURSE!" People around him looked at him strangely as he chuckled self-consciously and and apologized."Anyway, it all makes sense now! That blonde kid must've been an agent for the aliens, searching for dissent! I bet he can read minds! He saw what I was thinking!" He shook the young lady. "They're coming for me! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! RUN FOR WHAT LITTLE SEMBLANCE OF LIFE YOU MIGHT HAVE REMAINING...! Or he was just some random kid. NOPE, definitely an agent spying on us." He pulled her in closer and whispered in her ears. "If you see him, break his neck as fast as you can so he can't report it to . You never know, he could be 
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Sylvia visibly took a step back, mouth gaping as Gavin's volume rose. As he grabbed her, she began to force him away. With Gavin's rant closing with an uncomfortably close whisper, Sylvia took him by the back of the head and brought his face into collision with the pole on which she had been balanced. Ignoring the onlooking bystanders, Sylvia gathered her bags and headed towards the back of the car, saying, "We're done here." Once again she passed Takeshi, now with the girl having returned, wearing a different set of clothes and asleep on his arm. With eyes turning to a paler shade of green, Sylvia checked to see if Takeshi was examining her as she walked past. As she noted him placing a short, curved blade onto his hip, she instinctively put her free hand into her pocket, gripping her knife.

However, Sylvia's irises soon returned to the lively shade that was the natural color of her eyes, and she stood in the back of the slowing train, wishing only for a chance to be out of this confined space. Out of nervous habit, Sylvia fiddled with her knife, twirling and flipping it in the air while thinking to herself.

[i] People. Pfft. [/i]