[center][h2][color=9214ff]Jackson Willis, The Terror[/color][/h2]
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[b][u]Location[/u][/b]: Dock 32A
[b][u]Interacting with[/u][/b]: [b][color=A280FF]Lisa//Captain Kinesis[/color][/b] and [b][color=00FF1E]Amado[/color][/b] - [@AbandonedIntel], [b][color=FE2160]Nyt//Echo[/color][/b] - [@Din], [b][color=7E1B1B]Marcus//Iron Hand[/color][/b] - [@Pundii], [b][color=92278f]Alexandra//Kraken[/color][/b] - [@Chickn], [b][color=lightblue]Light//Toon Girl[/color][/b] - [@Archmage MC], [b][color=0E32CF]Mercury//Masquerade[/color][/b] - [@Gilgex], [b][color=9e0b0f]Vasile//Fenrir[/color][/b] - [@Dead Cruiser].
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	First thing's first.  When it comes to weird and painfully unusual, the falling cartoon had to take the fucking cake. What was life? What was reality? Some weird wraith like man somersaulted over him, there was a guy with a metal arm, there was... shit there was a lot. But a fucking toon? What the fucking hell? Upon noticing her up close Jackson kinda lost concentration and dropped down onto the deck with a *THUD~* and murmured something about not getting up for awhile. No seriously, Jackson wasn't getting up. He hit the deck, hurt his head, and now he was laying there on his back staring up to the sky and slowly moving his mouth, mumbling stuff incoherantly.

	
	[color=9214ff][b]"I am the Terror... I am the night."[/b][/color] he mumbled quietly to himself as he rose gently off the ground, still laying flat. He flipped rightside up and got roughly eye level with everyone else, still laying down, still mumbling. Looking away from the Cartoon to keep himself oriented in reality he finally got a chance to look at someone else and settled on the girl who had played music like a radio when he shocked her. Sound manpiulation huh? She seemed like the friendliest here at the moment, he'd have to note that in the future.

	From her, Jackson's gaze went to the weird dude who had hurtled over him. Mercury, The Masquerade huh? Sorta talkative, kinda of annoying, Jackson felt like he'd avoid that guy for the moment. Then there was the guy with a metal arm, Jackson had all these cool thoughts about cyborgs and almost drifted away into the land of imagination but could not as his noce crinkled up. Jesus christ what was that smell?

	The larger man and the girl that both showed up carried a weird smell on them. Jackson didn't notice it at first, but it was... unique. It smelled familiar, like a seaside bar over-run with hookers, and he kinda wanted to ask who else smelled it, but that would be extremely rude right?... [I]That was rude right?...[/I]