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Leeness The back of the train was now covered in the posters he had been putting up. Almost every compartment window hosted one, he had handed them out to several different people, laid some on tables and even on the floor. Some were even floating about in paper areoplane form. It would be very difficult not to notice them unless you were blind to parchment or couldn't read.
He stuck one last parchment onto the last remaining empty pane of glass, satisfied with his distribution. Reaching into his backpack, he removed another bundle of fliers, this time they were different from the ones he had been splattering about the back of the train. Instead of sticking these new ones up, he moved himself into the middle carriages of the train.
Mystic looked toward the door to see if one of her friends was walking by and noticed a piece of parchment on the widow. She got up went over to the door opened it and walked out to look at the parchment.
She really did not like what it had on it. So she ripped it down crumbled it up and threw it in the trash.
She could not believe all the fuss about one werewolf attack when they had a big flood and a lot of people really sick.