Jack was growing restless. His seat was hard, his coffee was cold, and his robot fingers were anxiously tapping on the plastic serving tray. This train was taking forever. If they knew where they were going he would of drove his sportbike there. He could feel the arkward stares around him at his hideous prosthetics. Wires strewn all over the alloy "skeleton", it was like something from a horror movie to him. Why couldn't he get a normal looking set? Why did his father force such ugly prototypes on him? It was utterly irritating.
At least not ALL the eyes were on him. The man in the bunny ears and tuxedo were helping a bit. "Did he lose a bet or something?" He muttered to himself. Laughing at how ridiclious he must feel. Although he was pretty good in the tournament. Never actually going head to head with him, but seeing in-game replays of most of the winners accomplisments helps to figure out what they are weak against.
When the train passed over a large lake he knew instantly they were not even in the same state anymore. Why take the plane then? All this smoke and mirror bullshit was getting Jack aggrivated. Pulling out his smartphone, he began to tinker with his apps and games in hopes of passing time quicker.