[center][h2][b]Itaki Masuo ~ [color=9e0b0f]BBS Above Seattle[/color][/b][/h2][/center]

Itaki's gaze locked with the amber eyes of another individual on the train; The remark about the crowbar being about what he expected. Raising a hand up to his face, Itaki pushed his glasses up, sighing as his head lowered, a small amount of annoyance trickling in his head, but not enough to get upset about. "Yare yare." He complained to himself, feeling a bit of regret for ever asking.

At the suggestion from that same person to find a weapon and hold onto it, Itaki thought of the pocket knife he had; It wasn't much, but it'd gotten Itaki out of situations before: At least against normal people. That giant claw? Yeah, like hell he could do anything to that with a pocket knife. Itaki wasn't a coward, but he wasn't stupid either: He wasn't about to think his small self-defense weapon would keep him safe, not by a long shot. But it was better than nothing, and if nobody had anything better...

Opportunity struck as a stuttering mess of words coming from a girl confirmed she had... Kitchen utensils. Perhaps a knife she had would be better than his own; Sharper, larger. Though size wasn't always everything. He figured it was worth a look, but perhaps not at the moment. He didn't want to get in the way of the girl as she seemed to be helping that messy-haired boy who was still bleeding on the ground. Not to mention staying at the door was probably safer than wandering out anywhere else: He wasn't looking to get snatched next.

A second girl, farther back, had gotten pretty hurt. Itaki wasn't a doctor, and had no medical experience, so he doubted he could help; Her staying down was for the best anyways, unless she wanted to get yanked out too. She had a good idea, however: When the monster attacked, it damaged the chairs: They could use some of the damaged metal to pry open the door. 

And as she mentioned it, another boy wearing dark colors shouted that he'd get it. Itaki witnessed the boy yank the scrap away from the window and high-tail it towards his current location. Things were going smoothly so far.

"That might work." Itaki commented, stepping to the side and letting the boy jam the metal into the door. While the effort he was putting in was notable on it's own, he wasn't quite sure if it was going to open fully. He gripped the makeshift crowbar as well and helped pry the door open, gritting his teeth as he put what weight he had into getting the damn thing to open.

Luckily for them, it gave in and they got it open.

Itaki adjusted his glasses again, wiping sweat from his forehead. He peeked through the doorway, noting that there were no other passengers. "Seems clear." He announced to everyone else, planning to pass into the next car, until...

[color=9e0039]“Don’t run. She will find you. Don’t fight. Or I will kill you.”[/color]

"What...?" Itaki muttered, hearing something from above. He turned back in time to notice the roof of the train car getting ripped open effortlessly; Eyes widening at the sight of the beast above. He hesitated as a claw came downward and went for the poor stuttering girl, and didn't react until she had gotten grabbed. He quickly stepped forward, but could only stare up in horror as the girl was carried off. Shit! There went another one of them, this was looking bad. [i]Real bad.[/i]

Hiding in these cars wasn't an option. It could come through the roof, too; It'd get them all. They had to figure something out...

The messy-haired boy's screaming wasn't helping his train of thought. What the hell -could- they do? Throw something at it? Like what? What the -hell- was going to stop that thing?

Nothing, really. Nothing they had, anyways. But if they were all going to die here, then they might as well not go out without a fight. Even if it was hopeless to try and save her, nothing they did seemed like it'd save them permanently, so annoying this damn thing for as long as possible is all the spite they could provide. 

With that in mind, Itaki dashed towards Eden's kitchen utensils: He didn't focus on what type of knife he was grabbing, he just knew what he grabbed was fairly large: Big enough to use for dicing full onions. He glared at the scene above, gripping the handle of the knife and bringing his arm back; His elbow raising in front of him as he prepared to try and throw the knife and hit the creature for whatever damage he could. 

He aimed the knife, preparing his attempt...