Midnight Express [Mirren]

OoC: The last battle we had never finished, so I believe it's time for a second coming. Pick your poison with this one.

IC: There was no point in trying to get any sleep on this train, he thought to himself. Nimetas' eyes circled the room. The folks across from him were fast asleep, having no trouble dreaming away while the car continued to rattle. He then brought his attention to the window, staring blankly at the view that whizzed by. Not a cloud in the sky, just as it should be, he thought.

Sitting around in the compartment without sleep wasn't going to do him any good. So without disturbing the ones around him he promptly exited through the door, though dealing with a pretty tight squeeze. "You should really get some sleep there, sonny." Nimetas jumped a bit, startled by the voice out of nowhere, "We're not stopping anywhere fer quite awhile anywho." Nimetas turned his head to see a frail old man passing by. He pulled his coke-bottle glasses away from his face, gave them a quick breathing on and rubbing, then placed them back on his face. "He-he, yup. Sleep is good fer the spirit."
Nimetas just gave a simple reply, "I don't need any sleep. I'll be off in a few hours anyway."
"Suit yerself, sonny." The old man chuckled quick as he turned around and pressed on through to the next car. With nothing more than a sigh, Nimetas closed the compartment door behind him and headed down to the opposite car.

After slipping out of another tight squeeze, Nimetas closed the car door behind him and looked around. He would've expected at least a few people straggling around in the diner car, but to no avail. It was practically pitchblack except for a few candle lights at the end of the car and the flashing of lights that whizzed by outside every so often. As he started to make his way down to the next car, something caught his attention. His neck quickly shifted up as he heard the pounding of footsteps on the roof of the car. As they became louder, Nimetas knew whoever it was, they were coming in his direction, and he was going to be ready for it. Estimating their next few potential steps, he waited for the right moment and when the opportunity was wide open he thrusted his arm into the air. It twisted frantically for a split second before forming itself into a drill and busting its way through the roof of the car. A loud whelp was heard through the wind, and at that same second his arm twisted again to form a small chain whip. Once it lashed around something solid, Nimetas gave a tug and reeled in his catch.

Hitting the floor with the thud, the culprit let out a few choice words while Nimetas twisted his arm back to its former glory. The light in the car was too dim for him to see who this one was clearly, but whoever it was, they seemed suspicious in his eyes. "State your business."