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 Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 10:48 am
Nate watched her, tilting his head to the side. He was standing like he was impatient, though the scene was a little strange. Usually if someone had broken down, the man of the operation would be bent over the car and the woman would be standing impatiently nearby. It seemed the role was flipped today, but he didn't care too much about that.
He was many things, but apparently overtly sexist wasn't one of them.
Anyway, no one around here knew him yet, so it wasn't like he was risking his reputation. He grinned at her as she worked to hot wire the car, then cast a glance around. He spotted someone running toward them with a distinct look of 'get the hell away from my car' on his face.
"Oh, s**t," Nate said, moving to grab Sydney by the arm and pulling her away from the car with a less than gentle jerk.
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 10:09 pm
The parts of a car were partly foreign to Sydney, but certain gears she could recognize, including the obvious red wire that seemed to be so vitally important to hotwiring this machinery. She crinkled her brows, pondering about the next step. Something about a battery, right? At least that was fairly obvious, considering that her parents had drilled her about driver’s education all the way until her permit test. Now the next part was beginning to get a bit fuzzy. She was supposed to do something about the positive side of the battery, but what was it?
Surprisingly deep in thought, Sydney mulled this over while blatantly ignoring everything else out of her sight. It was fortunate that Nate’s tug was rather forceful or she might not have paid attention to him at all.
“What?” she asked while turning to look at him, her tone laced with irritation. As he pulled her away from the car she could finally notice the sprinting man. His face may have screamed “Get the hell away from my car”, but Sydney’s clearly read “Well, s**t”. An immediate escape route formulating in her mind, Sydney urgently pulled on Nate’s wrist before letting go and bounding away. “This way!”
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 9:58 am
Nate ran with her when she indicated that she would go one way, and he should follow her. Then he considered things. He had been standing with her, but not doing anything. He had called the lookout, obviously, but that was not nearly as important to chase as a person who was actually trying to hot wire one's car.
He grinned, wondering how he was going to find her again to see what happened after this, but not really caring if he didn't. He could just imagine how it ended in his head, with her explaining herself to the cops while he went paintballing or something.
So he took off down a different street, then gentleman that he was, leaving her with a little 'test'. He watched as the man raced by his hideaway, continuing after Sydney.
Nice.
Now he had to decide if he would follow and make sure she got away, or if he would just leave her to it. He was still curious about things, but it seemed a little bit of a bother to have to go and run them down now that he'd stopped. He'd just have to run into her again. Hands in his pockets, he opted to walk back to Tony's place.
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Posted: Sat Oct 09, 2010 11:31 pm
Sydney would really have to thank her father for endowing his children with commendable athletic abilities.
Briefly glancing back, she was dismayed to find that the brunette boy had opted for a different escape route, but later on she eventually accepted the fact that it was probably the wiser decision to do. Not like that alleviated her frustration. She dashed into a dark alleyway, quickly toppling down nearby trashcans and other large items that would deter her chaser. The final straw for the man finally came when Sydney climbed over a fence with practiced ease and shot out of the end of the alley and out of his sight.
While she continued to sprint back home, she glanced down at the skateboard tightly held in her arms. She was fortunate that he hadn’t seen the unique design on the bottom, or for sure she would be in deep trouble later on. Sydney slowed to a tired stroll; her face flushed a light pink. “That was damn bad luck,” she hissed between controlled breaths.
She took note to punish the guy the next time she saw him.
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