Post by Helter Skelter on Sept 29, 2008 9:17:33 GMT -8
Puttaputtaputta~
BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
The red-head shifted the bike into a higher gear before speeding off. A motorbike was an unusual form of transportation (beats the bus any day) but Helter loved the way the air rushed past your body. On a bike, you felt all the bumps and cracks on the road. You were one with the vehicle. Also, you shared the same amount of bugs-to-the-face. Eugh. The teenager pulled her goggles over her eyes and adjusted them slightly before taking a sharp left turn, ignoring the fact the street light was red. Dead road anyways, not like many people were out. After all it was 5 in the morning, Helter loved her early runs.
The bike?
Oh yeah, she stole it of course. She couldn't legally own a motorbike, but she had one anyways. Won it in a game of 21, using her card-counting skills to beat the men out of their money. As a replacement, she took the bike. Hell's Angels are stupid. (She'd never tell that to their faces... unless she was terminally ill)
And like the way it was obtained, it was driven in a similar fashion.
DRIVE IT LIKE IT'S STOLEN!!!
Helter shifted the bike into a higher gear before speeding even faster down the road. Californian drivers never change, though from the looks of it, she could be an Albertan driver. The red-head turned the handle to speed up even more; speed is fun.
=DD
Until a random seagull waddled across the road.
"OI! PISS OFF!" The girl shouted at the bird, who was way too occupied with a piece of hamburger or refuse (same thing, really) on the road. The girl considered just running it over, but then she'd get blood all over her bike. Helter swerved to move around the bird, shaking her head lightly. The teenager turned her head to look back at the shit-hawk only to momentarily have one hit her in the face.
"WHAT THE FUCK!? SHITHAWKS!?" Helter hollered, pulling a hand to rip the thing off her face. The stubborn bird refused to get pulled off, getting tangled into her hair. Helter managed to push it off her face and onto her head, only to get it's feet tangled in her hair. Fed up, she tried to rip off the bird forcefully. The movement made the bike fall off balance and tip backwards, dumping the disgruntled red-head and her shit-hawk pal onto the road. The motorbike promptly lost balance and landed on it's side, aggravated wheels spinning from the momentum.
..........
"Fucking... shit-hawks..."
BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
The red-head shifted the bike into a higher gear before speeding off. A motorbike was an unusual form of transportation (beats the bus any day) but Helter loved the way the air rushed past your body. On a bike, you felt all the bumps and cracks on the road. You were one with the vehicle. Also, you shared the same amount of bugs-to-the-face. Eugh. The teenager pulled her goggles over her eyes and adjusted them slightly before taking a sharp left turn, ignoring the fact the street light was red. Dead road anyways, not like many people were out. After all it was 5 in the morning, Helter loved her early runs.
The bike?
Oh yeah, she stole it of course. She couldn't legally own a motorbike, but she had one anyways. Won it in a game of 21, using her card-counting skills to beat the men out of their money. As a replacement, she took the bike. Hell's Angels are stupid. (She'd never tell that to their faces... unless she was terminally ill)
And like the way it was obtained, it was driven in a similar fashion.
DRIVE IT LIKE IT'S STOLEN!!!
Helter shifted the bike into a higher gear before speeding even faster down the road. Californian drivers never change, though from the looks of it, she could be an Albertan driver. The red-head turned the handle to speed up even more; speed is fun.
=DD
Until a random seagull waddled across the road.
"OI! PISS OFF!" The girl shouted at the bird, who was way too occupied with a piece of hamburger or refuse (same thing, really) on the road. The girl considered just running it over, but then she'd get blood all over her bike. Helter swerved to move around the bird, shaking her head lightly. The teenager turned her head to look back at the shit-hawk only to momentarily have one hit her in the face.
"WHAT THE FUCK!? SHITHAWKS!?" Helter hollered, pulling a hand to rip the thing off her face. The stubborn bird refused to get pulled off, getting tangled into her hair. Helter managed to push it off her face and onto her head, only to get it's feet tangled in her hair. Fed up, she tried to rip off the bird forcefully. The movement made the bike fall off balance and tip backwards, dumping the disgruntled red-head and her shit-hawk pal onto the road. The motorbike promptly lost balance and landed on it's side, aggravated wheels spinning from the momentum.
..........
"Fucking... shit-hawks..."
