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Post by MELANIE NEWBORN on Oct 17, 2011 21:51:23 GMT -5
Three years, hard to believe it had been that long since she escaped from the school's influence. Three years and still no home or family, the more she searched for any word about the make up of her DNA the more she began to realize that either the sperm and egg were stolen from a hospital or her parents eagerly gave up their DNA to make her into the monster she is today. Even though it had been three years on the run the only things she had on her at all times were her .45 pistol safely tucked away in the inside pocket of her slightly wore black leather jacket and her six inch asian beauty field knife that was snugly fitted in her right biker boot. She had made no friends along the way of her journey, or her constant running she liked to think of it. Her only constant companion was the wind at her back. That was the way Melanie liked it, complete freedom from those cursed cages and everyone. She didn't seek for anyone to call her friend, she enjoyed the complete solitude that her new life granted her. In fact the only reason she was seeking out her real parents was to hear their side of the story, if they willing gave their DNA to create her then the next step was to kill them so no more experiments like her could be created.
All these thoughts swam through her head as she walked down a narrow alley in a secluded Italian city that she couldn't remember the name to. She had traveled so much in these past years that the location names didn't matter as much as the scenery offered from this wondrous planet had to share. Melanie tilted her head up to see how such small and compressed homes could be stacked on top of each other without the consequence of crumpling down to the surface of the sidewalk. The rustic bricks covering the walls were worn down and looked uneven. The European architecture was such a difference from the rest of the worlds and she enjoyed it immensely. Even though she was admiring the apartments above her head she was also aware of the people around her constantly looking for a threat that she knew would eventually come simply because of who she was. When she first escaped that was all that occupied her mind, looking for eraser that would drag her back to the school and beat her into submission again and brake her spirit so she wouldn't dare run away again. But the longer she was out here on the run the more she decided to enjoy what time she had here and her freedom. Melanie was not naive by any means she knew the erasers would find her and she would either kill them and keep running or she would be taken back to the school or killed. Oddly enough she wasn't afraid of dying, in fact she would rather die than go back to the spine chilling school.
Melanie absently wondered how many other experiments were out in this free air with her. How many were enjoying this warm and windy day in gorgeous Italy. Probably none, the more logical conclusion was how many erasers were taking in this rich scented air and blowing back out acidic fumes between their sharpened teeth. Melanie came to the end of the alley and saw a sporty motorcycle propped up against a wall. She tilted her head confused, usually in Europe people rode mopeds everywhere. Maybe it was a tourist trying to blend in. She half smiled to herself, trying to fit in like she was. Well since she was already wearing a leather jacket and biker boots why not try this bike on for size. Since Melanie only flew during the night hours were she couldn't be seen she walked everywhere during the day and her feet were starting to hurt. She honestly didn't care who the bike belonged to, that was how she had survived this long with no money or worldly possessions besides her weapons, she stole everything. Melanie walked casually over to the motorcycle.
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Post by CRISIS DRIVE on Nov 2, 2011 18:18:09 GMT -5
Her eyes swept across the tourist map which she had snapped open in her lap. The thin plasticy paper bellowed in the wind, forcing her to let go of one edge and pat down the materal, only to have it fall at a crooked angle since she stopped supporting one side. No wonder it didn't take long for her to give up. With an irritated sigh, Crisis cast away the useless resource into a trash bin as she glided down the alley. She'd seen enough of the map. Essentually she'd only taken it to appear like a tourist, to fit in. Realistically, there was no way she'd fit in.
Donning an olive green jacket, black turtle neck, and typical blue jeans, she might actually appear normal on first glance. But then one takes notice to her colorless white hair, her glaring red eyes, and her lack of nearly any baggage whatsoever. All she carried was a simple bag which she had slung over her shoulder. So much for being a tourist, unless she'd been mugged and robbed of all her traveling necessities, which was certainly not the case, but in a way kind of true.
She casually strode down the alley, head down and shoulders hunched. Today she was in Italy, tomorrow she'd probably be in Germany, and the day after that maybe she'd go to France. It wasn't for the travel that she kept bouncing across the map. Like the typical child experiment (if it could really be called typical), she was compelled to run around like a chicken with its head cut off for fear of possible pursuers. Actually, thats a lie. Crisis just didn't like to keep still. In face, she'd just arrived in Italy early that morning, fresh in from Austria.
She was probably the most lax experiment there was, lax in terms of how paranoid she was. Sure she always peeked over her shoulder and slept with one eye open at night, but she never paniced over the thought of being caught. Crisis simply went about her own way, careful to erase any tracks, and careful not to draw any attention. It was simple as that. Which was why as she looked up and caught the young girl in her sights, she did her typical routine and brought her eyes back down and stuffed her hands into her pockets. Oh but, just to be safe, she gripped a small switchblade knife which was tucked in her pocket. Just in case, ya know? Not like the girl was going to suddenly turn around and grow a muzzle and claws, right? Crisis continued to shuffle on by, her black boots carelessly skidding across the ground and kicking up rock and dirt as she did so. She watched the girl stride over to a motorcycle.
Tch, lucky you. Some people in the world have to walk.
Or so she inwardly thought to herself as she neared the girl.
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Post by MELANIE NEWBORN on Nov 2, 2011 22:05:44 GMT -5
Melanie was absent minded at the moment. She wasn't paying attention to her surroundings and honestly didn't care you say her stealing this bike. If the owner of the bike happened to come along she could say she mistook this bike for her own. She was dressed the part none the less. Melanie stopped next to the bike and ran her hand over the smooth seat. She had hot-wired a few cars in her day and one motorcycle before but it was made by a different company. Without thinking twice she threw her right leg over the sleek black asian made vehicle. As she straddled the bike she left the kick stand down and took the cover off right below the controls. Was it the red and blue wire or the red and yellow wire? She thought frowning to herself.
Melanie decided to go with the red and yellow wire and stroke them together praying the engine would ignite and come purring to life under her body. After striking the two wires together with no success she sighed and decided to try the red and the blue. She needed to get this thing going or leave it. Melanie couldn't draw attention to herself, even though the small alley provided cover from the crowded streets that were a good few yards away. After striking the other two corresponding wires the bike finally came alive under her. Melanie kicked the kick stand back into its locking position with a sense of accomplishment and triumph. With both feet planted firmly she rotated the handles forward making the engine spike with sound and slowly pulled out about to take off.
What Melanie didn't realize until after her incident with the motorcycle was that someone was close enough to where she was. A white haired woman with her head down. Nothing to be alarmed about not shifting yet but as the woman approached her, her reflexes sent her right strong and dominant hand into her leather jacket and grasped her .45. If this woman was a eraser Melanie would pop her in the chest twice and hit throttle on the bike easily getting away. Why would this woman not turn and claw out her throat will she was preoccupied with the bike? Melanie cursed herself how could she have let her guard down so easily. She didn't want to think about the answer but she knew exactly why. She was tired of running and was possibly itching for a fight with the tormentors of her past. She wanted to rip an eraser a new one. But was she ready to die right this second? That was one she wasn't entirely sure about.
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Post by CRISIS DRIVE on Nov 3, 2011 18:49:51 GMT -5
Talk about being caught red-handed, because that was exactly what that girl was. The casually sneaking over, the wire stroking, the success--it'd all been seen through her crimson eyes. But alas, her apathetic expression remained in place, undeterred by this minor crime. Considering the things that she had done, stealing a bike could easily be forgiven. Oh, but now she was a witness, wasn't she. That could be a problem or the unfortunate girl who she'd just seen in action.
So Crisis came to a slow stop, not too abrupt to show shock yet quick enough to display that she wasn't going to get any closer. She raised her black gloved hands up in front of her in defense (of course leaving the switchblade behind).
"You've got red paint all over ya, kiddo, but lucky for you I ain't gonna blow the whistle," she remarked with complete apathy. She didn't spit the words out like an adult would, nor did she reek of alarm or surprise. Crisis put her hands back down and returned them to the warmth of her pockets. She left the blade idle since really, there was no need to cause a ruckus in the middle of this fine Italian town. Her eyes drifted passed the girl, though, and landed on the motorcycle. Certainly Crisis had swiped her fair share of cars before, but truth be told, never a motorcycle. What could she say? They really put the rider out in the open. But looking at this one, maybe it had room for two.
She silently mused the thought and planted herself firm where she stood. It was apparent that she wasn't going to approach the girl, but she wasn't going to leave either. "That is, if ya don't mind sharin' the spoils," Crisis added. After all, why walk when she had a potential ride right there? Considering that her usual mode of transportation would stand out glaringly lest it be either dark or in a very secluded area, wheels would be the way to go. She let the offer hang in the air, not moving or showing signs of potentially backing down. She piled her weight onto one leg and leaned to one side, poised unintimidatingly and unworried.
Now, if she was rejected, would she really blow the whistle? Probably not. That was called 'drawing too much attention'. That and, the girl would probably be off and gone long before she could do anything effective. But Crisis simply stood, tasting her luck of the day. It didn't matter where the girl was going, since Crisis has no destination in mind. Literally, anywhere was ok.
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Post by MELANIE NEWBORN on Nov 3, 2011 23:01:06 GMT -5
Seeing that this woman was no threat and wasn't morphing into an eraser she slowly let go of her gun inside her jacket pocket and placed it on the bike handle idly. Melanie smirked at her accusation and then it turned to slight confusion. Any regular citizen would report her crime right away and possibly get a reward, and Melanie would be back in that death cage. The thought both frightened and excited her. To reap revenge on a few scientists and erasers before they would eventually kill her since she had escaped and couldn't be tamed into an obedient dog. But why was this girl so calm and made sure not to show any signs of aggression. Well whatever her reason it was good for her because Melanie would defiantly shot first ask questions later. Was she an experiment? Melanie knew there were others out there but to discover one out here in Italy seemed comical. No erasers but another experiment.
Melanie saw the woman admiring the motorcycle and raised an eyebrow. Was she going to try and steal it out from under her? Still not understanding the woman's motives Melanie made sure to think of all aspects of where this little conversation could go. And she absolutely knew if this came down to a fight Melanie would walk away leaving her body on the side of the Italian cobblestone walk. But with the current stance the girl had she wasn't going anywhere, better to keep cool until she made her move.
Melanie was caught off guard by the offer that the girl asked. A partner? Melanie had been sure to stay away from people for three years for two reasons. One they always slow you down in every aspect and secondly she would not stand to be betrayed. She would rather die then to open herself up to someone only to have them spit in her face and send her back to her personal hell. But at the same time Melanie craved to have someone who she would talk to, to travel with, to share her short lived life. Her mind was pulling her in two different directions but nothing showed on her face. It was blank as marble her hands on the gears unsure of how to proceed.
Melanie finally sighed and turned her head forward. "If you want a ride get on before I change my mind." She said emotionless with no influx of tone. Melanie would see how far this partnership would go and if all else failed Melanie would cut her out at the next stop and keep going on her lonely journey.
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Post by CRISIS DRIVE on Nov 4, 2011 17:44:53 GMT -5
Ah, sweet victory. She was pleased, so very pleased. Although it didn't quite show effectively on her face. The corners of her lips curled up oh so slightly, tipping to the point where it just might be considered a sneer. That was just enough to signal that she was satisfied with the other girls answer. Crisis ticked her head to one side, flashing the content but mute smile. The other girls response was monotonous and void of any emotion, but that didn't scare Crisis away from slinking her way over to the motorcycle.
Pausing before the bike, she adjusted the backpack over her shoulder and locked it around both arms rather then just one. It's not that she had much to protect in the little black pouch, but she wasn't about to lose what little things she did have, such as travel items that made being homeless a bit easier. With that, she swung her leg over the seat as if she'd done it a hundred times over and occupied the end half.
And then it struck her. Hmm, this would be slightly awkward. One couldn't ride behind someone on a motorcycle without blatantly making close physical contact. Crisis certainly didn't have any quells with it though, considering that it was either touch someone or walk all the way to the next country, she was ok with giving up her personal space bubble. But the other girl, on the other hand--
Crisis brought her hands out of her pockets and up to her sides. She let them hover out slightly in front of her in a half-way bear-hug gesture, and then looked up at the girl. "Do ya mind?" She questioned, though she would have done it even if the girl said 'no'. As she sat there looking quite ridiculous, Crisis observed the figure of the girl seated directly in front of her. She was in her teens, possibly no older then herself. Was she a runaway? A gang member? A convict? A terrorist? Nononono, Crisis was just shooting further and further away from the target. So dropped the thought. It didn't matter who the girl was. All that mattered was that she didn't turn around and rip Crisis' head off, which she hadn't done yet. So far so good.
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Post by MELANIE NEWBORN on Nov 4, 2011 19:55:09 GMT -5
Melanie waited somewhat patiently her head and body still facing forward but as she kept that stiff position, the bike idling under her, Melanie strictly observed the girl. From just being in close proximity with this girl for a few minutes it was obvious she didn't show much emotion at all. She didn't know if it was simply because they were strangers to each other or if this was her regular range of expressions. Or maybe simply Melanie had stayed too isolated to herself and she was losing the concept of facial expressions. She wasn't sure if the current expression on her face was a small smile or a sneer. The difference between the two was great into understanding what kind of person she was going to give a ride to, but it still didn't concern her too much. Melanie rarely feared anyone or anything anymore. Then Melanie caught the small smile, maybe this girl craved contact as she herself did?
With one foot up in position ready to take off and the other planted firmly to hold the bike and herself up Melanie turned her head slightly to watch the girl get on the bike. Melanie was still paranoid and wanted to make sure that this perfect stranger wasn't going to pull a knife on her once her back was turned and kill her or force her from the bike taking off with her spoils. She waited silently watching the girl adjust her belongings and get on the bike behind her. Melanie couldn't rely on her sight anymore but simply her senses to see if this woman was going to be a threat. Her hands were loose on the handles ready to throw her passenger off the bike if need be.
Melanie raised an eyebrow as she saw the awkward position of the girl's hands. Melanie wasn't going to let her be too chummy and comfortable. She was letting her ketch a ride, not to make friends. "Hold onto my shoulders if you have to hold on." She said still no inflection in her voice. Melanie made the effort to tuck her wings in tighter to her spine knowing that the close proximity of their bodies might give away what she was. It really didn't matter if the girl figured out what she was this trip would be short. And if she did somehow know to tell the school Melanie would be far away in some other secluded town in a different country.
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Post by CRISIS DRIVE on Nov 4, 2011 20:21:22 GMT -5
Rejected.
Crisis dipped her lip down into a frown and huffed out a short sigh. She had a short patience, and it was dying rapidly. She dropped her hands down to her sides like a child pitching a fit. They flopped down with a soft pat. This, of course, was just a gesture. She wasn't really going to ride on the back of a motorcycle without clinging onto something for dear life. Beyond that, she wasn't wearing a helmet either. Then again, that couldn't matter less to her.
So Crisis shrugged, simply putting back on her typical irritated face that looked like someone who was sitting on a pin cushion but couldn't get off. She'd tried to stick on a soft look for this kind stranger, but alas the gag was off and now that she had her ride, there was no reason for her to play nice anymore. "Suit yourself, 'cause if I fly off, you're comin' with me," she half joked, half meant it. Thankfully she voice was drenched in sarcasm to indicate the 'just kiddin' part. No, she wasn't really going to yank the girl down with her if she really did manage to slip out of the seat, though. Not even Crisis would do that. She was simply being as tactless and unsociable as usual. For those who knew Crisis (though that list was very limited, as expected from an experiment), this language was quite normal.
Whoops. Hopefully she hadn't scared her driver too badly. In an attempt to reassure the girl, she only lightly set her gloved hands down onto her shoulders. Crisis pressed her strong legs to the sides of the motorcycle to lock her as securely in place as possible. Having to attach herself to the other girl was only a fail-safe. With her hands on the girls shoulders, Crisis skimmed the teenagers back which was practically in her face. Hmm, looked muscular even though the coat. Better not get in a fight with this one, she internally joked.
Personally she was all set to go. But the light was green for all but one thing. "Ya gotta name, kid?" She asked, as direct and tactless as a human being could be. But she didn't mind her own straight-forwardness. It got the question out and the job done.
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Post by MELANIE NEWBORN on Nov 5, 2011 14:30:14 GMT -5
Melanie lifted her eyebrow as she heard the girl sigh and the audible pat of her hands hitting her legs. Melanie didn't even known this stranger why was she so upset about not letting her hold onto her waist. She was lucky enough to be getting a ride at all and if she was going to be like this the entire ride Melanie would kick her off the bike now. And then the true side to this stranger come out. So she wasn't always nice, it was all just a ploy to get a ride. Well Melanie could this game too.
Melanie laughed at her joke. How ironic was that because if this girl was to take Melanie off the bike with her Melanie would simply spread her wings, ketch air as she came off the bike and land somewhere safely. That was one reason Melanie was not worried about a helmet if anything went wrong she would simply jump off spread her wings and land in a tree. But unfortunately her passenger would not be so lucky if anything happened and the bike crashed. Would Melanie save this girl if the bike crashed? She wasn't quite sure yet so hopefully she wouldn't crash the bike.
Then Melanie felt the light touch of the girl's hands on her shoulders. It seemed that this girl wasn't going to get off despite the temper tantrum that she did earlier. Melanie got comfortable on her seat ready to go once she felt the girl's hands on her. Then she heard the woman's question. "Melanie." She said calmly and hit the throttle lifting her foot holding them still and launched forward weaving down the Italian alley. One thing this girl should of really asked was if she was a fast and reckless driver. If she had asked that question Melanie would of responded with yes. Melanie loved anything fast and dangerous.
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Post by CRISIS DRIVE on Nov 5, 2011 16:25:36 GMT -5
And off they were, like a rocket, dangerously gushing through the thin alley way. Before Crisis could even open her mouth for a retort, she sucked in her breath as they'd abruptly surged into motion. Her legs clamped down even harder against the bumpy surface, but her hands remained light as a feather against the other girls shoulders. Oh wait, she had a name now, Melanie.
She kept her mouth shut, partially to keep any incoming bugs out and partially since she doubted any words would be audible, not against the howl of the wind. The gust ripped at her clothing and battered her face, even with Melanie in front of her. Crisis'd gone at these speeds before in the open. Well, with a different method of transportation, anyway. She squinted, just like she always did, and turned her head against the wind to watch the scenery blitz by. But she only caught bits and pieces of buildings and greenery before losing interest. This was going to be a long a quiet ride.
Even more so, Crisis hadn't bothered to ask where Melanie was headed, or if she even had a destination at all. The motorcycle could have just been an opportunistic steal. She shrugged to herself, mentally. But for the sake of conversation and averting the awkward silence, she raised her voice against the wind. "Crisis--" she finally introduced herself, but stopped there.
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Post by MELANIE NEWBORN on Nov 5, 2011 18:23:24 GMT -5
Melanie simply smirked enjoying the rushing of the wind pull on her face and hair. Good thing she had short hair because if not then it would be hitting her passenger in the face. Melanie was thinking it was good that she stole this bike and not a car considering the wavy and extremely narrow roads that Italy was known for. It would be a few minutes before they got out of the city and out on straight open roads. Melanie noticed that the girl was still lightly holding onto her shoulders, maybe she had misjudged her ability to balance herself on the motorcycle.
Melanie leaned forward over the controls making her body less resistant to the wind and hit the throttle forcing the bike faster. Melanie had no particular destination in mind but she had a rule to not stay in one city more than one day at a time. Maybe that was why she had survived this long on the run, not getting close to anyone and to keep moving. It was already late in the afternoon as she soared through the streets. Looks like she wouldn't be flying tonight because of the extra company she had acquired. The only thing Melanie had not thought through was her leather jacket was flying wildly around on her back. She had forgot to zip it up after reaching inside it for her gun. She wasn't worried about losing her gun, the weight of it not letting that side of her jacket to fly to freely. But she was concerned about her passenger seeing her off white wings splotched with dark black smudges.
Melanie pulled her wings in holding it close to her back because she had two slits in the back of her shirt in case of emergency and she had to take off all she had to do was remove her jacket. Melanie was curious to see what the passenger would say if she saw her wings? Then she heard the girl say her name and then she nodded to signify she heard her.
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Post by CRISIS DRIVE on Nov 5, 2011 20:54:26 GMT -5
Hmm, not much of a response there. Crisis only looked dead ahead over the shoulders of Melanie, keeping her eyes on the road ahead of them. She'd seen the slight dip of her head, indicating that Crisis had been heard. Oh well, she couldn't expect much more from a complete stranger. She sat idle in the seat, obediently keeping silent and her hands in place. Few strands of bright hair waved in her face, but (thankfully) Melanie's hair was cropped short, as opposed to Crisis' own mess of too-long white wisps. Realistically she had no time to cut it aside from some simple hacking and slicing with a knife. God forbid she ever go to a barber shop.
What was annoying, though, was that Melanie's jacket was bellowing wildly in the wind. More over it was right in front of her. She couldn't even ask the girl to zip it up either, not while they were still speeding through Italy as fast as they were. Crisis dared to remove one hand from Melanie's shoulder and instead pressed her fingers against her temples. Perhaps catching a ride wasn't such a good idea after all. All the nuisances of being with another person were beginning to show. But alas, she'd have to adjust. Otherwise she'd have to walk, since rolling wasn't an option in the daylight. She put her hand back on Melanie's shoulder.
Crisis craned her neck back only to see her own olive green coat, left unzipped, flapping behind her. At least her coat wasn't smacking anybody behind her. But upon turning back, her crimson eyes caught sight of one slight detail. One side of Melanie's jacket sagged, weighed down by something that fought against the power of the wind. Crisis disregarded it. Everyone carried things in their pockets. She leveled her eyes back with the road and kept them there. Not like there was much else to look at. Oh, that was another lie. From the corner of her eye she spotted yet another peculiar detail. As Melanie's jacket gave one violent flap, a creamy off-white and black flashed beneath the fabric. Crisis looked back up. That girl Melanie certainly was wearing an interesting shirt--
--A sudden blast of shock shot up her neck, slicing through her thoughts and cutting off her mind. It came like a bullet shot, sudden, abrupt without any warning. Not painfully nor harmfully, but simply as a shock, as if someone had pinched her with a pair of ice old tongs. Crisis couldn't help but muster a flinch in response. One hand suddenly gripped tighter to Melanie's shoulder as she ripped her other hand away. Her hand flew to the back of her neck where the USB port was embalmed in her flesh, but was obscured by her hair and thick hood. Electric signals near by must have interfered with her own. The shock lasted for a single second, and went away without a hitch. In numb silence, Crisis rubbed her neck, feeling the grooves of the port. She'd almost forgotten about Melanie before she realized she was still clinging to a shoulder. Whoops. Crisis covered her spontaneous action with a fake cough, and then returned both hands to Melanie's shoulders.
I Promise not to notice your ugly shirt if you promise not to notice my obviously fake cough.
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Post by MELANIE NEWBORN on Nov 6, 2011 18:14:34 GMT -5
Melanie felt Crisis slightly remove one of her hands from her shoulder. She turned her head slightly to the side to see what was wrong only to find that Crisis was rubbing her temples. Melanie smirked slightly as she saw the reaction from her. So she wasn't the only one that thought having an extra person on her journey was a nuisance. Melanie turned her head back to the road as they finally zoomed out of the Italian city. She was heading north still in Italian country but now the only thing around them was green rolling fields and the occasional country house.
Melanie was about to ask Crisis if she had any particular destination in mind when she felt Crisis' hand grip her hard on her shoulder. Melanie was still going extremely fast down the curvy road and couldn't turn her head back to see what was wrong with her passenger. Melanie slowed the bike down and pulled over to the side of the road. By the time that Melanie had stopped the bike and kicked her right leg out to balance both of them on the motorcycle. Melanie heard Crisis cough and she raised her eyebrow, no way was Melanie was going to believe that her sudden grip on her shoulder resulted from a cough.
"What was that about?" She asked twisting her torso to look at Crisis straight in the face. Since Melanie was driving the bike they weren't going anywhere until she got the truth out of the her. This was the point in their journey where Melanie would either drop her passenger on the side of the road or Melanie would take her for the rest of her journey. Melanie didn't know how much longer she would be on the run but she was tired of being isolated from humanity. So far Crisis wasn't a bad choice to have as a partner along what seemed as an endless journey.
Melanie waited somewhat patiently for Crisis answer as the bike idled under both of them.
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Post by CRISIS DRIVE on Nov 7, 2011 1:36:26 GMT -5
This was disappointing. She'd hoped to slip by, but her driver had turned out to be quite a sharp knife in the drawer. She hadn't even let the (fake) cough go unnoticed. But it was too late to take it back. Their speed was already rapidly decreasing. They'd gone from hyper speed to an idle cruise, and then finally to a complete stop. All the while Crisis had remained painfully silent, averting her eyes from Melanie and concentrating only on the passing scenery. Her hand had remained on the back of her neck, suddenly weary of its presence.
Truth be told despite how small it was, it was quite difficult to conceal. In the winter she could don a scarf, and in the fall she could wear a turtle neck. But in the warmer whether seasons, Crisis was frequently at loss as what might seem normal to wear in order to hide the USB port. Eventually her paranoia had tanked and she became reliant on her long curtain of white hair. So far no one had ever called her out on it. She hoped today wouldn't be the day that someone finally did.
As they sat stationary on the bike, Melanie with one leg out to so graciously hold them in an upright position, she shot Crisis a question, something she'd genuinely not expected. Aww, was she worried? Or did she just not want to carry around a potentially sick passenger? Whatever was the case, Crisis removed her hand and dropped it to her side. Lazy-eyed and apathetic, she lied through her teeth to Melanie. "Just a migraine," she fibbed. Migraines were perfectly normal, right? And they weren't contagious. Though essentially, you could say she did actually have a migraine.
Having stopped, Crisis took the chance to soak in her surroundings. They'd completely left the town behind in their dust and were now surrounded by nothing but open plains, of course with the exception of a few houses every so often. This was the country side. She doubted many electric signals would be buzzing through the air out where they were, now that they'd left civilization behind. She probably wouldn't be getting any migraines anymore. She finally looked back to Melanie, who looked oddly determined in some way. More importantly, she didn't show any signs of starting up the bike again.
Well, if Crisis was going to get dropped off here, it might actually not turn out that disastrous. Surrounding by bare fields of green, she could afford to use her own mode of transport since there wouldn't be many wondering eyes. The program was already loaded up and ready to go on a seconds notice. Besides, what choice would she have if Melanie really did decide to leave Crisis behind? Though hopefully, it wouldn't come down to that.
ooc: I read Melanie's bio and she's so coooooool \(*O*)/!
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Post by MELANIE NEWBORN on Nov 8, 2011 0:49:41 GMT -5
Melanie wasn't buying it. A sudden rapid onset of a migraine with no stimulate around for miles or bright lights anywhere to be found. She wasn't going anywhere until her passenger told her the truth. If Crisis was already sick and was really having head injuries then Melanie's instincts were to leave her here on the side of the road and take off. Melanie had always looked out for number one these past years and she is still healthy and free. Melanie sat there stiff on her bike as she fought with herself mentally. In the past few months she had been thinking about stop flying it solo and finding someone that she could take with her wherever she went, someone to enjoy the beautiful crevices of the world with. But every time she was close to making the decision to bring someone along her memories would explode in her face and she would be reminded if she brought someone along with her she would be putting them in harms way.
Could she sincerely risk someone else life like that? Was she that selfish? Maybe it was better to leave Crisis here on the side of the road and save her life. "You can't lie that easily to me." She said being brutely honest. Melanie had no filter at all and Crisis would find that out real quick if she stayed around longer.
ooc: Thank you! lol i based her character off jason borne! sorry this was such a short post.
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