Snippet #1382933

Whether it be from exhaustion or from the fact that Pierre was ignoring him, the young man ceased his non-stop speech and retired to look out of the window. Before long, Pierre felt the car lurch as their train began to chug out of the train station. The alchemist watched as the snow-laden trees drifted past their compartment window, slowly speeding up until they melded together into one monochrome blur. Tearing his eyes away from the dizzying scenery, Pierre once again turned his eyes down to his lap and opened his book.

It wasn't a particularly good book; sure, it contained a few interesting tidbits of information, but Pierre already knew most of the facts contained therein, and he had never been too much of a history buff anyway. Needless to say, in a few minutes, he was listlessly gazing around the small compartment he was in. Ironically, Beval seemed very uncomfortable sitting next to who he was seated next to; normally, it would have been Beval who would make others feel uneasy. Stella, on the other hand, seemed to find distaste in the aforementioned woman. Last, but not least, there was a small child seated in the corner of the small room. Although he could not have been much older than eleven or twelve, he seemed to be much wiser than his appearance let on. His eyes along gave Pierre the chills.

Why couldn't we have gotten a car full of normal people? the man thought. Somehow, he already knew the answer to that question. Life just isn't that simple.

((There we go. Not the best post I've ever written, but it'll have to do.))