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[Normally people take their first steps onto the Plane easily through a cozy shop that appeared inconspicuously in an area no one would think to look in. This time it's a little different. Niko has gotten his invitations, ignored the strange little shop because he has so much else to worry about, and generally not even noticed the machine's efforts to get him to visit.

With a small armada of police officers chasing him, he's in a panic. The desperation for a way out is what lets him hop onto the Plane, and by hop we mean a sports car goes flying onto the Plane, rolls twice, lands on its hood, and gradually spins to a lazy stop.

There's a crashed sports car on the Plane. Wheels up.

The figure inside swivels around, flopped down into the hood like it's a floor. He flattens himself out, staring out a cracked window at a confusing and vast array of stars. The window on the driver's side is already broken completely out, and that's what he uses to shimmy out of the vehicle. He's a battered sort of man, nicked scars on his face, short cropped hair as if it was done by a five dollar barber, a leather jacket over a turtleneck. Right now? He's apparently no worse for the wear from the wreck. This sort of thing? Happens to him a lot.]

Ah... This? This is not Dukes. [He turns and points at... is that a disembuildinged bar over there?] I was going to Jimmy's. This, whatever this is, is not where I was going. [His Balkan accent is thick.] I am also very dizzy. I am going to need a moment, because I am seeing stars and I do not think I should be seeing stars.

[He crouches down and puts his head in his hands. No, no he's pretty sure that he didn't dislodge some vital part of his mind with the wreck. There is actually no floor beneath him, that is a free-roaming bar, and he should... maybe figure out what is happening here.]

Alright. Can someone tell me what's going on. I've managed to misplace myself. I know this is not common mistake with GPS now, which is very useful, but I wrecked my car and I don't think the satellite will be able to find it here. [Niko? Already kind of okay with this strange thing. He's not prone to panicking under pressure, which is a bonus. He may be level headed, but he feels that it's his right to be very, very confused.]

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[He raises his hands and lets them flop back down.] Nothing can be that easy, can it? [Though finally he sees that kiosk off in the distance, beyond what seems to be a homeless bar, and he tilts his head at it. Then at Hawk. Just the littlest tip as he points at it, with the unspoken question of both what's that? and why is that even happening?]

I suppose not. But you'll have time to think, at least!

[he glances off that way, and back to offer Nico a smile.] Ah, that's the kiosk over there- it's got a couple of brochures about this place, in case someone arrives and isn't quite lucky enough to run into someone at first.

[He wanders over to the brochures, and retrieves both versions. Then has the most bewildered look on his face as he turns towards Hawk as he's looking at Nathan's.]

Is this man a biker?

[He sounds like he could be a biker. This is most of the Liberty City bikers he knows.]

A biker? [he just looks puzzled again, unfortunately.] He could be, I suppose. I haven't had the fortune to run into him so far.

[He does look through both, before tucking them away in his pockets.] Huh. I thought my way here and I can think my way back. I guess I wanted to be here pretty bad.

[He's making no budge to go back just yet, though.]

Must have! You said you were running, didn't you? What happened?

[And he goes quiet for a little bit.]

Nothing important. [He finally says.]

[yeah that's not suspicious at all! Hawk's expression goes considering for a moment, before he laughs, head tilted back slightly.]

So it's just the high-thrill life you lead?

Sometimes there's a little adventure everywhere, ah? [He motions to the car, as if to say, see?]

Seems like! And you plan on seeing all of it?

I don't really plan it, but it seems to find me anyway. [Which he actually sounds sad to admit.]

Ah, so it's like that… But you've managed this far?

[Managed is a funny way to put it. Half the time, Niko is actively looking for someone to finally kill him off and it just doesn't happen because he doesn't quite give up. So he just makes a so-so motion with his hand.]

[not all of what Niko's thinking comes through, but… well, he still seems to be alive. Hawk tilts his head to the side.]

Ah. Not without scars, then.