TheDeathClown
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Sheets of rain slashed against the windows of Ted’s old station wagon. He had been driving for over ten hours now and making good time, but the weather had brought the traffic almost to a standstill. They windshield wipers were working overtime, but were inadequate to keep up with the weather.
Ted cursed and mashed his fingers at the car radio, trying to find a good station. The only stations it was picking up had old time preachers or old time country music. He longed for a good Rolling Stones song, but it was as if this part of the country had never heard of the Stones. Cursing under his breath, he flipped the radio of with his middle finger, and then left it along. A tangy voice called out “for tryin’ and crazy for cryin’ and I’m crazy for lovin’ you”.
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He was feeling tired and frustrated. He was thirteen hours out from Chicago and still wearing the same grubby grey running suit. Ted rubbed briskly at his lanky frame, trying to warm up. The car’s heater hadn’t worked in years. He rubbed at his tousled blond hair and groaned. Ahead, someone was trying to cut right through the slow moving cars. There was an exit in a quarter mile, which they obviously were trying to get too. Ted made a quick decision, and yanked the wheel. Horns went off around him, as he also cut through a few lanes, and then started driving on the shoulder.
Exit 28 turned out to be a nothing sort of town, with little more than a gas station with a Quick Stop, the ubiquitous Wendy’s and a seedy looking motel called Knight Rest. The neon sign showed a picture of a knight in armor sleeping on a bed, with giant Zs floating upwards. With a sigh, he pulled into the lot for the motel. There were an assortment of beat-up sedans, a few SUVs and an old 1950s Ford pickup. Ted park next to the pickup.
The parking lot lights flickered on and off as he ran from his vehicle too the office. The rain hadn’t let up any. He was soaked to the bone by the time he reached the lobby. The lobby was a tiny affair with faded yellow wallpaper, metal folding chairs, travel posters from the 1970s, an empty brochure rack and a dirty Mr. Coffee. The counter was clean though and held a large book and a small metal bell. Ted sloshed his way over to the desk and hit the bell. It sent a dull clank through the lobby.
OOC: Open for one female character- Read my profile before posting, please
Ted cursed and mashed his fingers at the car radio, trying to find a good station. The only stations it was picking up had old time preachers or old time country music. He longed for a good Rolling Stones song, but it was as if this part of the country had never heard of the Stones. Cursing under his breath, he flipped the radio of with his middle finger, and then left it along. A tangy voice called out “for tryin’ and crazy for cryin’ and I’m crazy for lovin’ you”.
http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p233/TheAutumnComes/ggggggggggggggggggggg.jpg
He was feeling tired and frustrated. He was thirteen hours out from Chicago and still wearing the same grubby grey running suit. Ted rubbed briskly at his lanky frame, trying to warm up. The car’s heater hadn’t worked in years. He rubbed at his tousled blond hair and groaned. Ahead, someone was trying to cut right through the slow moving cars. There was an exit in a quarter mile, which they obviously were trying to get too. Ted made a quick decision, and yanked the wheel. Horns went off around him, as he also cut through a few lanes, and then started driving on the shoulder.
Exit 28 turned out to be a nothing sort of town, with little more than a gas station with a Quick Stop, the ubiquitous Wendy’s and a seedy looking motel called Knight Rest. The neon sign showed a picture of a knight in armor sleeping on a bed, with giant Zs floating upwards. With a sigh, he pulled into the lot for the motel. There were an assortment of beat-up sedans, a few SUVs and an old 1950s Ford pickup. Ted park next to the pickup.
The parking lot lights flickered on and off as he ran from his vehicle too the office. The rain hadn’t let up any. He was soaked to the bone by the time he reached the lobby. The lobby was a tiny affair with faded yellow wallpaper, metal folding chairs, travel posters from the 1970s, an empty brochure rack and a dirty Mr. Coffee. The counter was clean though and held a large book and a small metal bell. Ted sloshed his way over to the desk and hit the bell. It sent a dull clank through the lobby.
OOC: Open for one female character- Read my profile before posting, please
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