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[myeightinyou]

OOC: Whoever wants to jump in, go right ahead... the girl is up to you and what will happen in the thread, well... we'll figure it out through PMs and whatnot. So if you're looking to actually participate (not reply with single-line posts), please do join me...

CHARACTER: JOE ELLIOT, 27 years old, 6'2" and 187 lbs, well built and somewhat muscular, dyed green hair and green eyes.

IC: This is exactly what I needed, I kept thinking to myself, a roadtrip like this would be great. Having just broken things up with my fiance, I needed to get on the road and clear my mind. Besides, with all that money that now wouldn't go into the wedding, I could afford to actually drive wherever the hell I wanted and do whatever I wanted, at least for a good while.

Where was I going? I wasn't sure really. I left New York and headed upstate, thinking of maybe heading up to Canada, or something similar.

Driving through upstate New York on a rather lonely highway, I saw a hitchhiker. Now, I had seen quite a few in my life, but none looked like her... her face immediately got my attention, she was just absolutely gorgeous. She looked so innocent too, so a hitchhiker horror story didn't even run through my mind. I decided to stop and pick her up, after all it was the winter and it was 6 am. I had no clue what she was doing hitchhiking at this time, but I wasn't caring... I pulled the car over and waited for her to walk up to the door and enter my car.

 

[honnie]

Walking in the cold was not my favorite thing to do, but after getting kicked out of the last car, I had no choice. At last a car stoped for me, thank god I was begining to get frostbite.

" Oh thank yous ssso mmmuch, I have bbbeen walking fffor hours and I cccant feel my feet anymore"

He didn't scare me at all, although his hair color was a bit unusal, but no biggie. It made his eyes stand out more. He was diffently easy on the eyes. I was so cold, I could hardly tell him my name.

" My name is Sariah, what's yours?

 

[Arkontheroof]

CHARACTER: Sam MacCallum, police seargent, age 40, thick-set and once-muscular, with a permanent scowl.

IC:

New York. Say it, people figure NYC, they think Manhattan Skyline, Brooklyn Bridge - they think NYPD Blue for Chrissake. Well, upstate ain't much like that. It's not quite Alaska, but it feels that way sometimes.

Radio stations all play the same shit, and I hate them all. It stays turned off. Only other human voice I'm gonna hear's on the two-way, and the only kid back at the station gets on my ass so I'd rather sit in silence.

Highway's quiet tonight. I've got two dozen reports of big-city big-shots with warrants on them who "might be" fleein' through here (but they never are), I got two missing teenagers, and I got some local guy disappeared after a gas station hold-up. That's as excitin' as it gets round here. If I catch someone speeding that'll be the high point of my night. It's dull as hell. But at least I won't get shot. Like I saw, it ain't NYPD Blue.