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Jamie looked at Reese and Regina and decided he would leave them alone for awhile, and pulled out his CD player, and leaned back on his seat, listening to the music playing in his ear.

OOC: I wan't to do something interesting too.
"I hope so, busses can get boring after awhile. . ."

"Yes, we'll be at the area that we check in at very soon. We'll check in then take the equpiment to a rough camp site where we can rough it, so to speak. No RVs or cabins for us." Jean told the people in the large van.

"Oh good. my legs are getting cramped..." Regina sighed, trying to stretch out without kicking someone else in the van. "Anything new with you TNL? Haven't seen you much lately."

Rose was getting tired. If she'd known quite how long this journey was, she would have reconsidered trekking out here to follow them.

She hummed along to her music and watched the heads bobbing around in the van. Maybe I should've thought this one through a bit more.

The minutes began to stretch into hours as Pietro headed out of New York, each mile feeling like an eternity from Pietro’s perceptions. If not for the fact that he was driving, he would have been muttering “Are we there yet?” in the back seat. Unfortunately, after the first few mph Wanda would likely suffocate if she were to move at the speeds Pietro could run if exposed to that environment for more than a few seconds, so this was the only viable option.

Still, this would likely prove to be an ineffective argument for why Pietro was hitting 115 mph on a 60 mph stretch of I-95 once the police cruiser appeared behind them. It would take another form of persuasion to get them to back off.

“Wanda, the big evil men behind us will probably not only try to keep us from daddy dearest, but will also attempt to take you back to the asylum. Feel free to respond however you wish.”

OOC: With any luck, I’d love for this to just sort of explode into some massive OJ-esque car chase throughout the upper Northeast ^_^ Do your worst, evil cyber sister.

Regina laughed after the music had faded away. "Roughing it without e-mail is a sin? Maybe for you, but I haven't messed around with a computer in years. Nobody to talk to so no reason."

She relaxed next to reese's protective form. "Roughing it...This is going to be an adventure in itself just without all the fighting."

TNL shrugged, "I didn't use to use the internet very often, but now that I've moved up here I tend to send a lot of e-mails with some of my friends back in Texas." He looked out the window and watched the trees pass, "I use to live near a forest, a fairly large forest, though not quite this scenic. Roughing it has never been too hard. Talk about roughing it, I once went on a trip with my grandfather where I made a bow, carved some arrows, and hunted for my own food. After getting a nice rabit, which was hellishly hard, my grandpa pulled out some hot dogs. That was bad."