[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar[/color] & [color=darkgoldenrod]Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img][/img][hr][b][color=dimgray]Location:[/color][/b] Road To Grimm I (Indiana, Amish Country -> Convenience Store)
[b][color=ff4500]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A 
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	The land opened considerably, buildings parting to make way for rolling hills meeting sky off in the distance. Copses of trees dotted the horizon at odd intervals, and slowly the structures of Man receded and shrunk. They had entered the breadbasket of North America. Agricultural lands stretched out as far as the eye could see. It vaguely reminded Caesar of the plains in southern Spain, only with far less in the way of grapes and fruit trees. It had been a while since he had been out that way, but he remembered it fondly. Keystone, on the other hand, viewed it with a level of simmering annoyance that was slightly less pronounced than when he learned that he had to go to California. He was very much an urbanite, the long-term stint in China notwithstanding. At least they had breathtaking scenery in Asia. Indiana? Pretty in its own way, but not his cup of Chamomile. 

	Scenery aside, odd signs began to make themselves known to Keystone, who had never observed anything of their like. Were it crop circles or sheep crossing signs, he might have an idea as to how he should proceed. But lack of experience with American roads led to interesting questions such as: [color=b8860b]"Bloody, piss-gargling 'ell is [i]that[/i]?"[/color] he blurted, jamming one of his massive, sausage-like fingers in the direction of the offending yellow diamond at roadside. 

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	Caesar responded with a sneering laugh. He had been in the country for far longer than Keystone, and as such had a better grasp on some of the proclivities of the culture. His laugh began to pick up, lazily drawing out in spurts as he sat up more fully in his seat. Oh, this might be a welcome diversion to whatever drama awaited them in Grimm. They had to stop sometime pretty soon. [color=ff4500]"Horse-drawn buggies. Watch out for horse-drawn buggies."[/color] he said, keeping an eye out for bearded men unburdened by the luxury of buttons. [color=ff4500]"They have right of way. Pass with care."[/color] Caesar exhaled with derision, saying out loud what was hanging in the air but had not been vocalized up until then: [color=ff4500]"We're in Amish Country."[/color] 

	Keystone had heard about the Amish. Mostly stuff that came through the filter of American television that was picked up in the U.K., watered down and altered by producers as it likely was, but had never been near a community of them before. There was a first time for everything, it seemed. He checked the SUV's panel and noted that it was just about time to fill he gas tank, anyway. And he could go for a bottle of water and something salty. After about a mile, Keystone spotted a gas station and pulled in. He looked to Caesar and asked, [color=b8860b]"Oi, could you fill up the petrol? I'm gonna run inside. Need anything?"[/color] 

	Caesar nodded his head slowly and stepped out of the vehicle. [color=ff4500]"Whatever you're getting."[/color] It might have been a mistake; he wasn't as grand an eater as his associate. But he could go for a beverage. Caesar popped off the gas cap and began to fill the tank as requested by Keystone, while the younger man strode solidly into the convenience store to grab some stuff for the road. Probably additional bottled water and some popcorn. This was Indiana, right? Home of Orville Redenbacher? They had popcorn.