Guari
Posts: 31 Join date: 2009-01-26 Age: 23 Location: Beltsville, MD
 | Subject: Seriously? Aw, come on! Wed Dec 16, 2009 8:36 am | |
| She sighed as this was inevitable. After all, this was an amazing vehicle, how could it have possibly been so easy? No, there had to be some sort of catch. And of course they were armed. She glanced into the rear view mirror to get a better look at the apparent owner of the vehicle. She wasn’t too bad on the eyes, maybe some sort of performer or model. Then again what difference did that make when she had a gun pointed at her head?
Kelly thought on it for a bit as the woman behind her demanded she leave her vehicle. That very notion almost made her want to laugh. She had no intentions of getting out of her newfound joy. She started to slow down to a more acceptable speed as she took a breath to steady herself. Scenario after scenario started to run through her mind. What would be believable and end with her having the car?
“Excuse me? I was told that this car needed to be delivered across town before the night was over.” She decided that might be a good angle to play. Even though she wasn’t dressed for her type of work, jeans and a shirt were acceptable for legit delivery work. “They didn’t mention anything about a package or stow away. Are you trying to steal this car?” She asked getting into the story she was building in her head.
“I feel the magic in your caress, I feel magic when I touch your dress. Silk and satin, leather and lace. Black panties with an angel face.” The radio continued to sound off.
Despite the conversation she was starting at gunpoint, she continued to weave the Phantom through the night traffic as if it were a needle being sown through a net. It almost seemed premeditated and effortless as smoothly as she changed lanes and advanced onward. Despite the smoothness of the driving, it seemed more than once somebody might hit her or cause an accident around her. In the end though, she kept the Phantom untouched and streaking down the highway. She never heard the cursing of the surprised drivers she passed and didn’t see the slack jaws of awe that she left.
((OOC: Italicized text are lyrics from Abracadabra by Sugar Ray)) |
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