[h3][color=rosybrown]Abraham Gene[/color][/h3][hr]

"The academy huh, what do you think it will be like?"

Abraham's ears perked at the sudden noise from behind him, the sound of a fairly young girl, perhaps in her late teens. Abe chalked it up as someone talking to somebody else - people did not often come to him first as a stranger, Abe had an intimidation factor going for him. Normally he'd be more aware, but  he's been too concerned with what he was going to do here that he hardly noticed. Despite his initial presumption, curiosity got the best of him and he turned his head to look at the girl behind him from the corner of his eye. She stood there looking over him, a particular twinkle in her eye, seeking somebody out - anybody out - for a nice chat.

[i]'Well, I'll be.'[/i]

Not the prettiest of faces, but Abraham gave her guest a warm customary smile out the corner of his mouth. [i]'I'll take what I can get.'[/i]

"[i]Hello[/i] ma'am." Abe chirped with his Boston accent leaking through. "Let's see... probably a dump! You know? Food too expensive for what it's worth, dorm neighbors havin' sex next door, the receptionist isn't French, chandeliers with only a hundred crystals instead of three."

For what it's worth, that might have been a low-key worry, but Abe played it like a well-meaning joke. He pulled himself to his feet using the railing, bringing him to his full height... a solid foot taller than Chloe. With the number of layers on his body, it was difficult to see his build, but not so difficult to see why he didn't seem as bothered by the cold as many of the other ill-dressed passengers. A black pea-coat over a leather jacket over a yellow and black flannel - and it was safe to assume that there had to have been an undershirt. He noticed a couple further along the third deck, a young guy, and a girl perhaps not much younger than Abe was - a real beaut - but he was talking to this girl right now. Maybe later...

"You seem yourself like a sweetheart, though." Abe commented. His smiled widened to a grin, showing the world a set of white, hygienic teeth. "Maybe it won't turn out too bad."

He held out his hand to Chloe, noticeably much larger than her own. He could probably crush them if he so wished, but so far, he made every effort to be as sweet as possible. Perhaps most noticeably, however, was the fact that he wasn't wearing any gloves in this kind of weather.

"My name's Abraham. Call me Abe or whatever, it don't matter."