Fight or flight

[Elodie]

OOC: Hi all. Not posted on here in quite a while, although have missed the place to pieces! I have a vague idea for a thread, set in the present day, that I'd like to explore. There's room for all kinds of characters, nasty and nice, and I hope anyone who's interested will PM me or post an OOC message on this thread. Let's see where it goes. I'm a bit rusty but will do my best to get things going and would like to make this a fairly long-term venture if anyone would care to join me.

The character that I'm playing goes as follows:

Name: Undisclosed at the moment (but female, obviously).
Age: Mid-twenties.
Appearance: 5'6" or so, slim, long unkempt black hair, fair complexion, dark brown/almost black eyes, a fairly vibrant and vital young woman but with a world-weary edge to her.
Dress: Battered blue jeans, even more battered black boots, tight black t-shirt, fitted suede jacket.

IC: I finish up my black coffee and stub out my cigarette before checking my pockets for change. Nothing. I guess that'll be the last drink I'll be having for the forseeable future unless my luck changes dramatically.

The diner around me wreaks of stale smoke and fried food. My stomach lurches. As hungry as I am I'm still too on edge to manage a mouthful of food. Not that I could afford anything. I wriggle out of the booth I've been sitting in for the last four hours and head for the exit.

Heaving the door of the diner open with a faint grunt, I stride out into the bleaching glare of the early afternoon sun. A truck has just cruised by, stirring up whirls of dust and sand, making me blink and squint as I accustom my eyes once again to the stark landscape that surrounds me.

It's been more than ten days now since I fled the town that I used to call home....and not an uneventful ten days. I peer around me, out of habit, and don't step out towards the road until I'm sure I'm not being watched.

Throwing my pack down into the dust my the roadside I gaze into the distance and wait, hoping that the next person that comes along will take pity on me and give me a ride. I certainly must look pitiful enough. I've not slept in days and am weak from exhaustion.

My spirits lift ever so slightly as I notice a plume of dust on the horizon, signalling the approach of some vehicle or another. In this backwater passing traffic is a pretty rare occurence. I flick my hair back over my shoulders, running my fingers through the tangles and wincing at each snag. I bite my lip and stick out my thumb, although whoever it is is still a good mile off.

All I know, through the haze of fatigue and hunger, nicoteine and caffeine, is that I have to get to somewhere safe. Somewhere away from here.

 

[prometheus 2]

another hitchhiker?

I would love to join you as another down and outer Maybe by sticking together we can do better. Who knows what we'll find down the road? (other players I hope)This thread could be really great with four or five players or as a continuous revolving door of characters. If we don't get any response I'm sure we'll find some trouble to get into by ourselves.

Prometheus 2 aka nooner

save a place for me I'll be here tomorrow

 

[BadForm]

Add a third?

OOC: Lemme know if this bio is ok for another hiker,

Name: "Shannon" (or so she says)
Age: 18
Sex: Female
Race: Coffee and cream (One parent was African American, one white)
Height: 5'6
Build: BBW. Slightly plump but beautifully so. 42C breasts, and baby got back.
Skin: Light Brown, Eyes: Brown, Hair: long and black.
Appearance: Leather jacket in relatively good repair, halter top, ragged denim shorts, sneakers and ankle socks. Right ear pierced several times with rings. Pierced tongue and belly-button bar.
Background: Shannon is a bad girl, she has attitude, is willing to sell herself for a ride, loves to drink, can be mouthy and even violent. Is it a show? Well, if you ask her what she's running from she won't say...

 

[Rhovan]

Un-named driver.

The radio had worked. Until about 15 miles ago, when he'd pulled over at the last gas station. Then it ate his tape, his favorite casette, which wasn't about to get replaced any time soon. One does not take the destruction of a Rolling Stone's tape lightly.

That was why his dash board had a conspicious hole in it, which whenever he started the car sparked slightly. Radio's just wern't built to withstand the punishment of a cowboy boot being driven into them. At least, they havn't been built that way since the 60's.

The car was an interesting amalgum of other cars; scavenged and welded together. The whole affair was painted mint, metalic green. He'd always liked that color since he watched that movie My Cousin Vinny.

The car wasn't ment to be a convertable, and in fact, you could still see the poorly repaired spots where the roof had been literally cut off. Looked real interesting with the windows up.

As for the man in the car, he was an interesting looking fellow. At least three days worth of stubble peppered his chin, cheeks and neck, and his hair was unruly, wind swept and about a half inch past flattering.

Not that he cared. It was obvious he didn't care what he looked like when you actually looked at the man. He wore cowboy boots, which was normal enough, but just above that, one leg tucked into the boot, one leg pulled over the other boot was a dark blue track suit. But just the bottom of that track suit, as the zippered top was a maroon color, half zipped up over a white under shirt.

The clothes were clean, but they didn't match up. But he did know how to accessorise, so his boots matched his leather belt, with the huge tin buckle that had a rattle snake set into it. It really was a massive belt buckle, to the tune of taking it off the belt, flipping it over, and serving a Caesar salad out of it. Texans did things big. Course he was from North Dakota.

His car traveled fairly quickly for a Frankenstein look-a-like, and he blew past the diner and the woman at the side of the road without a second glance. Then he gave a second glance and slammed on his breaks, slipping and sliding to a halt in the gravel. Then the two white lights popped on in his tail lights and he quickly backed up until he was level with the woman who didn't look too terribly surprised, but still had her thumb in the air.

He stopped right in front of her, and looked through the rolled up passenger window for a couple of moments. Then he leaned over and popped the door open, shoving it out so she could get in. He smiled, and straightened himself in his seat, wondering if she would climb into the car.

 

[prometheus 2]

OOC: hmmmmm Thelma and Louise and ? I haven't decided on a name yet but you can bet it ain't Earl. Interesting trio huh bf? and then we add rhovan hmmmmm mighty interesting..... e, I hope we're not overpowering you hon.

 

[Elodie]

OOC: Welcome BadForm, Rhovan and Prometheus (always a pleasure, sweetie)! Great start there from Rhovan...you've totally got the hang of the feel I was after. As for my two fellow hikers....please do join in as and when you can. I'll try and rig it so you get an opportunity ASAP! But you're so right, Prometheus; this has the potential to be quite a foursome!

IC: She cursed as the car cruised past her and turned back to face the horizon. But the car braked late and slid to a halt. She turned and looked over her shoulder, somewhat suspiciously, as it reversed back towards her. It stopped alongside her and the driver eyed her thoughtfully for a few seconds before kicking the door open.

Damn, it was a sorry excuse for a car. She'd not seen a car as ugly as that since her father took her to a destruction derby as a kid. But it was clearly still in working order. She peered in at the driver. His outfit was certainly ecclectic, but he had a rugged and trustworthy charm about him.

'Where you headed?' she asked, her voice husky from too many Marlboros accompanied by too many black coffees.

He smiled enigmatically and pointed through the windshield in the direction the car was facing.

She nodded, hands on her hips, squinting at him through the dust the car had kicked up and laughing half-heartedly. She leaned over, picking up her pack. 'Great...a real conversationalist...this should be delightful...,' she mumbled to herself as she flung her pack into the back of the car and climbed in.

He pulled the car away somewhat abruptly, jolting her back in her seat.

'Hey,' she said, in the sweetest tone she could manage. 'Thanks for this, mister. You kinda saved my life.'

 

[Rhovan]

Un-named Driver

'Where you headed?' He smiled, raised an eyebrow and looked straight ahead. Then he pointed straight ahead, into the expanse of desert that happened to be directly in front of his car at the moment. Then he looked back to the woman and waggled his eyebrows for a moment.

He watched her again for a moment or two, as she stood with her arms akimbo, squinting through the cloud the car had caused in it's sudden sliding halt on the dirt road. She laughed a short bark of a laugh. Then she grabbed her pack and climbed into the car, mumbling something under her breath.

He saw her toss the pack into the back of the car, and as soon as the door pulled shut he accelerated off from the diner. She lerched backward into her seat. Several long seconds passed and then he brought the car to a stop again. He turned half in his seat to reguard her for a moment. Then he reached down between them and tapped the top of his buckled seat belt. He repeated the action until she belted herself in, and then he started driving once more.

'Hey, Thanks for this, mister. You kinda saved my life.'

He reached his right arm back behind her seat and lifted it up high over her head so that he could set a brand new stetson onto his head. He looked over at her, tipped the new hat at her, then he settled it on his head again. He looked back to the road and lifting the hat back from his head, he put it behind her chair once again. This time when his hand came back, he held a package of Camel cigarettes, and held it up between them both, with two cigrettes raised up. He waved his the package around until she took the two cigarettes, then he dropped the package into her seat, next to her leg and he reached back, coming forward with a lighter.

He sparked the lighter, so the flame stood between the two of them, then he looked to her and waggled his eyebrows again.