Slit emerald eyes took in what scenery was available as the train plowed through the dark night's rain. A nimble hand idly drummed nail bitten fingers on a black back pack, on which nearly every free space was filled with writing in silver, words and names in Greek, Latin, and Japanese. One name stood out from the rest by virtue of how much larger it was, as well as the how carefully it was rendered.

Angie

The hand stopped drumming and slid the sleeve of a dark blue, much worn hoodie up the opposite arm, revealing well trimmed muscle, but an almost translucently pale complexion. Most of the arm was covered in multi-colored and extremely intricate designs. After finding a bare patch of skin, the hand, now holding an uncapped silver sharpie, carefully went to work. Occasionally, the drawing hand would put the marker down, and run through auburn hair, cut long to cover the unusual eyes, sometimes sliding further down, as if the hand remembered the hair being longer. Then it would stretch, pick up the marker, and get back to work. The humming that had begun to pervade the tiny room as the marker continued to add to the detailed artwork, was interrupted as the train's P.A. system crackled to life, announcing that they would soon be arriving. Sighing, green-eyes put up the marker, closed the back park, and carefully pulled the sleeve back over the arm. It could be finished later.

Headphones that had been around the artists neck slipped up over slightly pointed ears, and started pumping ethereal metal. These were followed by the hood, which fell low over the artists face. Brushing off black and white camouflage cargo pants, baggy enough that extra material was gathered over the heavy and, like the rest of the artist's well cared for belongings, worn black leather boots, but not at all baggy enough to fall off. Patting the pocket which contained three knives of various length, something that calmed the artist immensely to know that they were still in place, booted feet stepped lightly onto the floor as the train at last came to a stop, and the artist started moving out.