[b][center][h3][color=3399ff] JUICE [/color][/h3][/center][/b]
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[b][color=3399ff]Location:[/color][/b] Roadside Ruins
[b][color=3399ff]Interactions:[/color][/b]  Akaia [@Exit], Vincent [@Daxam], Erik [@FunnyGuy] 
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[color=3399ff] "A road-trip across the wasteland! Say less!"[/color] Juice said, just like, well, the buyer in the bag. Anyone who could fix up a working motor and maintain a decent rim on these roads was sure - and importantly, sure to also know where to get all the petrol to burn. Finally! Some high octane! If they did manage to hook him up to a tank or two, that would almost certainly put that extra kick to all of his technics.
[color=black]More people.[/color]
Before long, Juice had gathered his sparse belongings; the metallic bat, a beat-up radio, and a large haphazardly marked map crumpled into one of his side pockets.
Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he opened up the trunk, stowed the bat, slid in the radio, and then stuffed himself into the trunk among all the luggage. Thankfully, the jacket made Juice look far bigger than actuality - the actual 'Juice' beneath all those clothes was lithe and small enough to allow for a kneeling position. The top of the helmet bumped against the top of the van as Juice regarded Renee. [i]The third. Hidden? A guest, jealously protected.[/i] He gave a small wave. 
[color=3399ff]"Alright~ ready to go!"[/color] The still-helmeted bundle of clothes said breezily accompanied with a thumbs up.