Snippet #1832531

The Sound of the four wheeled, custom made car was prevalent through what appeared to be a dried out, desert road. Within lied four passengers of varied appearance. The first was the driver, blond haired, looking relaxed with his open window, and one hand on the steering wheel, as he navigated through. by his side to the right was a fellow in dark blue, with a red t-shirt visible due to his sleeveless jacket being unzipped to unintentionally show off most of his chest. His arms, whose wrists were clothed in terry cloth wristbands, were folded, as he stoically looked out his own open window.

In the back seat were two others: A young lady oddly enough, in a school uniform. However, only the top remained, as the skirt seemed to be missing, in its place the gym shorts (bloomers) for some high school from a foreign land, as she slouched on her seat, likely playing around somehow. Next to her was a girl of golden hair, brighter than that of the driver's, presently pouting at previous events which had occurred. The four seemed like a very unlikely questing group if anything, but never the less, they had been put together by some divine force from the heavens for some purpose. However, whatever purpose it was that they had was unknown. This group of young people were looking to be no older than 16 or up, likely students before the ultimate fire of the end, which had consumed the earth destructively, killing much of the greenery and turning entire cities to ruin. People could only wander the Earth now and hope to find a place of safety and harmony, one which was often disturbed by that of the various plagues faced today: disease, starvation, murder, rape, poor gambling choices, the endless possibilities. There was no central unified government, no law enforcement at all, making it pointless to even bother with seeking help. This left most to depend on the kindness of a stranger…

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Jack stared out into the wastelands to the right, turning his head back forward, behind, and to the sides sometimes, whether it be to look for any special sights, recall something he may have noticed just out the corner of his eye, or perhaps merely to stretch his neck. Regardless the reason, Jack himself was far quieter than the others, speaking few words, rarely to be social, more for the businesses of this chaotic world: primarily survival. He came off mostly at the moment as a no-nonsense type of guy, reinforcing it with his feared martial arts practices with the techniques of several styles, including the 'borrowing' of techniques he spots in battle, instantaneously analyzing them and bringing them into his own use to create his own, super effective style. Otherwise though, he names his fighting as Jeet Kune Do.

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