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**Jack Roller** · 05-09-2020, 11:43 PM

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Originally Posted by Azkaban Escapees

Swift and efficient, a trio with a familiar triangular tattoo inked into the sides of their necks rushed into the station as they had been instructed to. They had already secured themselves coats (by what means we will spare you) to cover the majority of their Azakaban uniforms and were on to the second step of the plan.

"That him?" sheered one of the women with blackened teeth as she pointed a crooked finger towards the dippy looking fellow with frizzy hair.

"Reckon it is," nodded a second, a tall lanky man with hollow eyes.

The third remained silent, though was curiously eyeing this Jack Roller's neck with entirely too keen an interest as he extended his pale hand out to receive his paperwork.

Jack was only vaguely aware that someone nearby was talking about him. He continued his apparent people watching until one of the three chattering about him held out a hand. He eyed it for a moment, then leaned down and picked up his overnight bag. He slung it over his shoulder while reaching into it. A moment later a few papers, passports, and what might have been an identification card, was handed over to the man who was holding his hand out.

05-09-2020, 11:43 PM	#31 (permalink)
Jack Roller nothing to see here Dugbog Join Date: Apr 2019 Location: Around Town Posts: 125	Quote: Originally Posted by Azkaban Escapees Swift and efficient, a trio with a familiar triangular tattoo inked into the sides of their necks rushed into the station as they had been instructed to. They had already secured themselves coats (by what means we will spare you) to cover the majority of their Azakaban uniforms and were on to the second step of the plan. "That him?" sheered one of the women with blackened teeth as she pointed a crooked finger towards the dippy looking fellow with frizzy hair. "Reckon it is," nodded a second, a tall lanky man with hollow eyes. The third remained silent, though was curiously eyeing this Jack Roller's neck with entirely too keen an interest as he extended his pale hand out to receive his paperwork. Jack was only vaguely aware that someone nearby was talking about him. He continued his apparent people watching until one of the three chattering about him held out a hand. He eyed it for a moment, then leaned down and picked up his overnight bag. He slung it over his shoulder while reaching into it. A moment later a few papers, passports, and what might have been an identification card, was handed over to the man who was holding his hand out.