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 Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 4:23 pm
Otto grinned, rushing to get his seatbelt off and let himself out of the car as soon as he could. Driving wasn't a necessary skill living on the island. However, he'd always wanted to do it.
"Thanks, Ripples!" He said quickly as he opened and shut the passenger door, jogging around the car to reach the driver's side.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 4:26 pm
His own seat belt released and his door open, Ripley eased himself out of the car, but not before he took the keys out of the ignition. He also didn't make his way to the passenger side just yet. Instead he stood there, in Otto's way, holding the keys tightly in one gloved hand.
"Don't call me that."
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 4:29 pm
"What? Ripples?" He raised a brow, looking up at the white haired man with the stern face. Otto waited a moment. And then he huffed with a roll of his eyes.
"Fine. Crowelly. Keys?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 4:36 pm
"Crowell." Ripley corrected sternly, apparently pushing his luck. "Crowley is Finn." He added, with a small smirk, before he tossed the keys to Otto and finally got out of his way. The passenger seat was calling him, and he answered it with a great deal of internal hesitation.
Hopefully, Wilhelm would prevent him from getting killed.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 4:40 pm
OMGcarridehewasgoingtodrivearealcaromfg.
Otto got inside and buckled up quickly. Waiting for Ripley to get settled, he looked over everything he needed before it was time to start it up. It had been 3 years since he'd driven a car. And it had only been that one or two times.
He was scared. But oh how he was so excited.
Otto started it up, looking at the controls again, inwardly panicking and what he was supposed to do. It wasn't all that different from a Go-Kart, right?
It was a shaky and very lurching first few minutes, as Otto attempted to get used to the gas pedal's sensitivity.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 4:42 pm
"-Put your seatbelt on!" Ripley growled urgently, though he resisted the urge to grab the handles just yet.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 4:43 pm
"Oh my God, It's on!" He huffed, driving a little faster in response. Accidentally.
"Oops." He slowed down. Heavy metal footwork.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 4:46 pm
Augh. This was already a mistake. A horrible, horrible mistake.
But at least he bore it quietly, his gaze focused firmly on the road instead of the young blond at his side.
"Jesus - just be careful, okay? We're not in a go-kart." The poor car lurched, or revved up. Nothing in the middle. "Just---nice and slow."
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 4:49 pm
"I know! Whatever..." Otto became a bit irritable, completely due to his nerves. His face a little red the more flustered he became. This was a totally new experience, after all. Not mastering it right away was infuriating. It seemed so simple!
Nice and slow...
He tried a little more to keep the car at a steadier speed.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 6:00 pm
As the car began to level out to a more steadier pace, Ripley went quiet.
But he did subtly reach out to hold the door grip as he saw an approaching stop light, pressing weight onto one of his feet to prepare himself for whatever would come of it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2014 6:03 pm
Otto was oblivious to Ripley's discomfort. Thankfully, he wasn't oblivious to the stop light or general traffic rules. Mostly.
"Can I turn on the radio?" He asked as he waited for the light to turn, fully expecting a No from the overlord of the car.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 8:02 am
"Hm? Oh." He paused, taking his eyes off the road to look at the dash board, where the radio rested. He hadn't even realized that it was off.
No wonder Otto had been insufferable.
"Sure." The just don't take your eyes off the road was implied, at least.
"Left at the next stop sign."
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 8:05 am
Music doth tamed the savage annoying beast.
The radio went on, cranked to a level worthy of a 19 year old boy. Luckily he caught Ripley's directions, and turned left at the next light.
Actually, where were they going again...?
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 8:09 am
It was time for him to mentally check out, blocking his ears to the volume of the cranked music.
It was a slow and steady drive, with the occasional 'you're drifting', 'stay in your own damn lane', and of course left, right or forward guiding, and eventually, inevitably, it was getting late with little progress.
His first order of business was to turn the music down.
"The sun is setting." He announced, as if that meant something. "Pull over and park." Without going into the ditch, please.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 8:12 am
Otto pulled over, visibly fatigued from driving for so long. The euphoria of actually driving a car had worn off thanks to it. "What're we doin' here?" He asked groggily, rubbing his face. "How long do we gotta go?"
Just how far and long did Ripley plan on driving?
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