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 Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 7:56 pm
(( yell at me if I did anything wrong, I'm trying not to godmode her or whatever Dx I can change it! ))
It was a rather long drive after picking Riley up to the nice open mesa that Solo had in mind. Don't ask how he knew it was there, he just did, and after getting the 'kids,' or rather, kid and teen some fast food on the way, they had finally arrived.
Sure it had been a spontaneous offer on Solo's part, but truth be told, he loved an excuse to spin around wildly in a car.
"Alright." He said, pulling the parking break up. "You ready?" He asked, looking over to the passenger seat for the blond bird girl.
Harper, who had of course decided to tag along, sat in the back seat fussing. Riley was different, boobs and all, it was annoying. He catapulted the small foam-throwing-gun-projectile at the back of her head and snickered. "We are gonna die!"
Shannon, as the car had been named, was a beautiful cherry red convertible with a top of the line stereo system. One of Solo's most beloved possessions, below only his drums. The top wasn't open yet; he was leaving that up to Riley, a sort of opening the bottle of your first glass of wine thing, Solo thought.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 8:12 pm
Victor and the others had been more then happy to let Solo take Riley out for driving lessons. It was one of those things that they hated doing due to too many near-death experiences. And Riley, of course, was more then happy to go. She loved driving. Almost as much as the fries she was downing the passenger seat. Almost. At the dart attack by Harper she made a motion to throw a fry at him...and then realized she'd rather eat it. No use wasting good food! But she did pick up the dart and throw it back at him with surprising accuracy.
"Naah, if you want to die I seriously suggest jumping off a building or sommat," Riley commented with a grin and a roll of her eyes, obviously not taking Harper's dislike to her "new" self seriously. She nodded eagerly to Solo, throwing the car door open and jumping out so they could switch seats, "Oh yeah!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 8:21 pm
"....We are gonna die!" Harper repeated, closing his eyes as the foam bounced off his nose. Solo popped out of his side of the car and made an obnoxious motion to keep the door open for the 'lady,' giving Solo a 'this was what I meant!' look as he did so.
Harper rolled his eyes.
"Girls can open their own stupid doors I mean come on, do their boobs suck out all the muscle from their arms or something?" He muttered to himself, moving to the middle of the back seat so he could better see what was going on in front.
Solo quickly went to the passenger seat and nodded. "Alright, turn the car on and push the parking break down." He commanded merrily, itching to move the car's top down and turn the stereo on but being as patient as he could.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 8:41 pm
"I'd prefer to open my own door," Riley told Harper, rolling her eyes, "But it seems you guys got a complex or something about having to do it for us." But after that she had slid into the seat and was completely distracted by...well, being in the drivers seat. She shut the door and immediately put her eager little fingers to the car keys and started the vehicle up. She didn't even bother with adjusting the seat or the mirrors...which probably wasn't a good thing. She unlocked the parking break and, without thinking, put her foot on the gas. Luckily they weren't in an actual parking spot...because she hadn't put it in reverse.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 9:05 pm
"You need to put the car in drive, dudette-" Solo snerked, keeping his seatbelt off because he was just THAT stupid, while telling Harper to fasten his at the same time.
"Put the top down Riley! That's the whole point of a convertable! And put on some music! Oh, HURRY- I DON'T WANNA DIE!" The boy yelped from the back seat, clutching on to his seat belt for dear life and fastening it even tighter than it already had been.
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Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 10:13 pm
But immediately when she heard the sounds that indicated, well, she was still set in park her hand jerked to the clutch and snapped it into drive. The car shot forward with a screach as the tires were finally able to pull the vehicle forward. Finally seeming to take notice of Harper's requests as the car was moving she began to crossly fiddle with buttons in order to lower the top, paying much less attention to where she was actually going. "Alright, alright, keep your shirt on! Geez!"
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 12:24 am
Letting out a not-so-manly squeal when the Harper shot forward, Harper gripped his lap belt for dear life and looked something caught between utter joy and fear. It was like a roller coaster. Except without a safety back up plan.
Solo took in a deep breath, cringing in pain as he heard the sounds his beautiful car was making. "Yeah, yeah, uh, watch where your going, k? This is where we pretend that bush there is a little kid chasing his ball so you are gonna wanna avoid hitt- DONT HIT IT RILEY!" He yelled, pointing accusingly at the thing she was quickly about to hit.
"Oh no! That poor kid! You murderer!" Screamed Harper in giggles from behind.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 4:42 pm
"Make up you're mind!" Riley rolled her eyes as she threw her hands back to the wheel, turning it sharply to the left before applying the breaks. The car wheels snapped to a stop but the car kept sliding sideways and slammed over half of the bush before coming to a rocky halt. She passed both Harper and Solo a sharp, indignant glance, "And it's not a ******** kid, if it were I wouldn't hit it, but s**t, it's just a dumb bush." Obviously she didn't believe in "practicing" such things like...avoiding hitting pedestrians.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 5:25 pm
"Wooooah." Harper and Solo said in unison.
"Girl needs to chill on the tuuuude!" Harper sang.
"Oh. PMS, right?" Solo asked, turning his head to the side.
"What is PMS?" Harper asked. "Is it some kinda drug?! Is Riley on drugs?! OOOH IM TELLIN THE PRINCIPAL!"
"So your death count is one, Riley. Keep goin, we are operatin' on a three strikes rule here. Start her up!" Solo piped happily, waving sympathetically at the bush out the window. "And remember to r. e. l. a. x."
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 6:29 pm
"Who needs PMS when you both are being idiots?" Riley snapped with a typical flare of temper. And with an audible "Hmph" she put her foot back on the gas, turning the car out of the shrub and then swerving the car back onto a "steady" coarse. "Hmph, death count. Like anyone cares if I kill a bush, really," she murmured with a sulky twitch of her ears.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 11:20 am
"I bet the bush's mother cares." Harper said solemnly from the back seat.
Soloman nodded, pouting in Riley's direction.
A few moments later and Soloman had relaxed some, "Okay chickette, try starting and stopping like you were behind an old granny or commin' to a light or somethin, k? Eaaase the break, eassseee it." Solo said, smartly gripping the sides of his door knowing most new drivers had a tendency to slam the breaks on and thusly jerk the car to a stop.
Harper, however, had no idea this was usually what happened.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 7:52 am
Her eyes narrowed and the bottom of her lip curled in irritation. She slammed on the breaks, not because she was worried about an imaginary "old granny" but because she was quite fed up with crazy practice situations. "If I was behind a granny I'd pass her, sniff around her bumper," she insisted with a critical look in her eye. Why could they just drive already? Enough playing pretend, she wanted to just get out on the road.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 4:57 pm
Solo tsktsk'd. "Noooot if it was a single lane. Look dudette, you have to make sure you aren't going to commit various homicides before you get on the real roads! The UNEXPECTED happens! Open your mind!" He declared, moving to poke her head.
Harper nodded. "Unexpected stuff. Like aliens comin' down and abducting all your clothes so you are suddenly driving naked."
"Creepy comment Harper, movin' on. Make a 'figure 8' around those two big bushes up there and I'll think about sendin you off to the road if there are no more foliage tragedies!"
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