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 Posted: Sat Jul 06, 2013 7:42 pm
As far as vehicles went, this one was pretty roomy. It was an older car; wide and spacious and originally designed, probably, for crating large families around before there were any rules about seatbelts. A pair of felt dice dangled from the rear-view mirror. It smelled faintly of marijuana.
Proustite watched Denebola and, smirking, met her gaze. He sensed her indecision. It satisfied him to watch her, knowing that she must have been struggling to come to terms with the part of herself that wanted to get into the car.
And then she was inside, beside him, and a man was shouting at them from his living room. His voice, angry and cursing, was carried to them through an open window. Jack smiled at Denebola and gestured over her shoulder at the same time the man, wielding a bat, opened his front door.
"You better buckle up." Proustite flicked the ashes of his cigarette out the window, and blew a cloud of smoke into the air.
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Posted: Sun Jul 07, 2013 10:50 pm
She noticed the faint scent and the colorful dice (how cliche she thought) but was distracted by the shouting man leaning out the bedroom window. She wasn't afraid of what he may do to them, for god sakes she was a magical girl, but it didn't stop the feeling of her heart thudding in her chest. She attributed it to an adrenaline rush because really, it was hard to hide the flickers of excitement trying to overtake her.
Fiona was always a good girl, and Denebola more noble, so doing something like this wasn't something she had ever seen herself doing. But the ginger had always acted on impulse and this time was no different.
She peered around him, offering a tentative smile in return, at the man now waving a bat at them. She giggled, then covered her mouth in surprise. "Does really think that is capable of stopping us?" She had faced death multiple times, a baseball bat wasn't going to frighten her. Still she complied, pulling the belt across her chest and clicking it into place.
"Floor it."
She was always reckless.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 1:40 pm
Proustite floored it.
They were off with a bang, when their sudden acceleration sent them flying over the curb and into a trashcan. Proustite swore softly under his breath, spun the wheel with one hand, and steered back onto the road. He kept glancing from the windshield to the rearview mirror, lips twitching because the man with the bat wore a fluffy pink robe. <********, yes," Proustite said, flashing a smile at Denebola. Bat-man turned around and ran back to his garage. "This is what I'm talking about, Red."
They hadn't killed anyone, but adrenaline pulsed through his veins. His heart raced. Proustite tossed the butt of his cigarette out the broken window, exhaled one last time, and thought that it felt good to be bad.
Behind them another engine roared to life. Bat-man backed out of his lane, ran into the same trash can Proustite had hit, and turned on the lights. Red and blue lit up the night. A siren wailed.
Proustite mumbled something about ******** bacon under his breath, and skidded around a corner.
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Posted: Sat Aug 17, 2013 8:33 pm
This was a different kind of risk taking that Denebola wasn't used to but she found that the adrenaline rushing through her felt the same. After tonight, it would likely be clear that she was an adrenaline junkie and she was certain she was okay with that. Everyone had to get their kicks somehow.
She looked away when he smiled at her, suddenly embarrassed that she'd hopped into a car with a strange man she didn't know. She was grateful for the darkness that hid her reddening cheeks. The averting gaze didn't last long when she heard the roar of another engine. She turned back, slipping her seat belt behind her so she could get a better view.
She frowned at the flashing lights when realization hit her and she swung back into her seat hard. Suddenly it felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest. "s**t," she mumbled pushing hair from her face. Her mismatched eyes kept to the side view mirror trying to judge how close the cop car was to them. "Take a left. Now." She told him after taking a good look at their surroundings. "Then a right and second left. Trust me."
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