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[immigrantproxy]

::Vincent's fingers drum up and down the buttons of the VaLkyrie Express X game in the arcade cart, his eyes glazed over, and his expression a cheerful but bland one. After two hours of giving nearly undivided attention to the machine, Vince has achieved a top score in one mode, and has mastered the playstyle of a character called 'Yuri'. He's

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[blog_of_evil]

::strides into the Arcade cart all evil-ish, crossing his arms and standing next to Vincent::

Vincent, got a minute to spare?

[immigrantproxy]

... Not really.
::Doesn't look at Dr. H... He's too involved in the game::

[blog_of_evil]

::annoyed look at the side of Vincent's head, reaching behind the game to unplug it::

[immigrantproxy]

::After a brief moment, Vincent notices Horrible leaning behind his precious game::
No, Doctor, don't!!
::Jumping at the Doctor, Vincent tackles him to the floor::

[blog_of_evil]

::yelps as he's assaulted, scratches madly at Vincent's face::

Get off me!

[immigrantproxy]

Not unless you stop trying to turn the game off!!
::Behind him, the machine plays a loud noise, before declaring to Vincent that he's lost the fight::
... Ugh, now look what you've done!!

[blog_of_evil]

Big deal, so you lost one game!

::shoves Vincent off him at last, getting to his feet:: It's not the end of the world. I would know.

[immigrantproxy]

::Dejected, Vincent slumps back against the game::
... But... I was so close to getting a high score...

[blog_of_evil]

So you'll do it next time. If you did it once, you can do it again.

::scowls, reaching into the bag he'd dragged in with him and, pulling out one of his hoodies, tosses it at Vincent::

Here.

[immigrantproxy]

W-what's this for?
::Vincent examines the item, before glancing up at Horrible::

[blog_of_evil]

It's yours. I'm going to the airport, getting off this idiotic train, and going home. And I'm leaving you that so you can go out in the sun.

There. Okay? We're good?

[immigrantproxy]

... But, Doc, how do you know you'll be able to get a plane?
... Are you sure the Conductor'll let you... Ya know... Leave that easily?
::Looks... Almost worried for his roommate::

[blog_of_evil]

I have my ways. ::practiced, mysterious look::

...Now, put on the hoodie. I need help carrying my stuff off the train. ::evil smirk!::

[immigrantproxy]

I'm not sure your 'ways' will help, Doc... I mean, I wouldn't be surprised if this was like all the other stops, and that we can't get out of here.
::Smiles nervously::
Please... I wouldn't try anything you're planning.

[blog_of_evil]

Well, it's a good thing you're not me, then. Where there's a will, there's a way, and I have...y'know, tons of will.

::picks up his bag, and dumps the heavy thing in Vincent's arms::

[immigrantproxy]

::Vincent shudders under the weight of the bag, letting out a gasp::
T-this is really heavy!!
What did you put in there, Doc?