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Post by Keith on Mar 11, 2007 13:44:42 GMT -8
"Take off your helmet!"
What?
That was suddenly blunt and awkward. The girl was demanding that Keith take off his helmet. Why did she want him to take off his helmet for? But was he going to take off his helmet? Nope... What if she was some sort of psycho stalker?
She pointed at his helmet.
"I said, take off your fucking helmet!!!!"
Now that wasn't a very nice thing to say... That made Keith not want to take off his helmet even more. She seemed pissed off for some reason. And Keith didn't know why she seemed to be pissed off at him.
He'll find out eventually.
"No English..." Keith said now using a French accent.
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Post by Jenna Scorn on Mar 11, 2007 13:51:55 GMT -8
She shook, very annoyed.
"No English..."
Really now?
What accent was that?
It definitly wasn't germen.
French?
A brow raised, hands falling upon her helmet.
Her tongue flicked out, lining her lower lip.
"Enlevez votre casque!"
She didn't know alot, but she knew enough.
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Post by Keith on Mar 11, 2007 14:02:15 GMT -8
"Enlevez votre casque!"
Seemed that the girl knew French. That was great, just great... This might take longer than expected. In English, it was a demand to take off his helmet. But for what reason did she want him to take off his helmet.
"Aucuns merci..."
He would calmly wait for her reaction. She seemed pissed off for some reason.
"C'est ce temps du mois?"
Keith didn't know why she was pissed. Perhaps it was time to start asking questions. Starting that first one.
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Post by Jenna Scorn on Mar 12, 2007 23:52:04 GMT -8
"C'est ce temps du mois?"
Her jaw dropped.
Than small, dainty jaw fell..almost to the floor.
She stared at him for a very long moment, blue eyes wide.
Now, regaining herself and clamping her mouth shut.
"Êtes-vous sérieux?"
Wait...
Hands at her side, fisted and ready to attack.
So many emotions swelling up inside of her.
"Enlevez votre casque."
A soft smile.
"Enlevez votre casque.Svp?"
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Post by Keith on Mar 13, 2007 0:02:04 GMT -8
"Êtes-vous sérieux?"
It meant "Are you serious?" Seemed that rhetorical question seemed to strike a nerve with the girl. Still Keith wouldn't remove his helmet. If she's pissed off, then Keith's not going to remove his helmet. Keith slowly observed the girl as she gaped at the question he asked.
Looking down he observed that the girl had her hands balled up into fists. Yeah, she was that damn pissed. He would continue to speak in French due to not wanting to blow his cover.
"Enlevez votre casque."
She was still telling him to remove his helmet. Like that was going to happen.
"Enlevez votre casque. Svp?"
Now she was asking him to remove his helmet. Why does she want him to remove his helmet for?
"Cela va très bien. J'ai grandi plutôt a attaché à son casque."
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Post by Jenna Scorn on Mar 13, 2007 0:13:06 GMT -8
Her body shook now, swallowing to calm her nerves.
If he doesn't take off that fucking helmet...
Teeth clamped against one another.
Now speaking through grit teeth.
"I'd like to see the lovely eyes of the man who..."
Licking her lower lip.
"Of the man who ALMOST FUCKING MADE ROAD KILL OF MY FUCKING BRAINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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Post by Keith on Mar 13, 2007 0:21:19 GMT -8
"I'd like to see the lovely eyes of the man who..."
She was talking in English now. But Keith wasn't going to talk in English. He would give her the impression that he didn't know any English. Hopefully, she'll buy it.
"Of the man who ALMOST FUCKING MADE ROAD KILL OF MY FUCKING BRAINS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Road kill? I didn't notice someone in the way when I was on my bike... So, she must be pissed about that. Couldn't have been me...
It seemed that this girl was out for blood. Mainly his blood. But Keith wasn't in the mood for fighting. He had to think his way out of this one. And Keith would have to think very damn fast if he wanted to get out of this situation.
C'mon think... Think... There has to be some solution...
At that moment, a car passed by on the intersection behind the girl. It seemed to be a slow moving car. A light bulb happened to ding over Keith's head.
Here goes...
"Wo, qui Tom Cruise et Katie Holmes est qu'est passé juste?"
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Post by Jenna Scorn on Mar 13, 2007 0:31:47 GMT -8
Silence.
Passing between the two of them.
She heard the sound of the low hum as the car neared.
Glancing over her shoulder to eye the car for a second as to not get hit by it.
"Wo, qui Tom Cruise et Katie Holmes est qu'est passé juste?"
Her eyes settled back upon this man.
Those two blue eyes narrowing upon him just now.
"Sucez mon Dick."
A soft smile.
"Avez-vous entendu cela?"
Blue eyes scanning him, eyeing him closely.
Suddenly, noticing his bike.
He had left it unattended.
Tilting her head to the side to eye the bike once more.
"Moto de Nice..."
Slowly averting her attention to the bike now, letting her feet make their way over to his ride.
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Post by Keith on Mar 13, 2007 0:46:39 GMT -8
She glared at him again. It seemed that it didn't work. Keith had to think fast again. He needed to get out of this situation fast and he needed to get out of this situation now.
"Sucez mon Dick."
That wasn't very nice...
"Avez-vous entendu cela?"
Yeah, Keith heard the insult loud and clear. But he wasn't in the mood to do any fighting at the moment. Now her eyes turned towards his motorcycle. Shit, Keith had left it unattended. However, Keith wasn't that far from the bike. About ten steps at least from the bike.
Keith made it a rule not to stand far from his ride. Since a motorcycle can easily get jacked in SoCal.
"Moto de Nice..."
Now she was walking towards his bike. Keith didn't like this feeling one bit. Luckily, Keith still had the keys on him. Never leave your keys unattended. If you leave your keys unattended, then you deserve to have your ride stolen. It's pretty much common sense not to let keys to your ride leave your sight.
Here goes...
Keith took a deep breath and exhaled.
As she was making her way, Keith felt that it was time to make a break for it. The moment she slowly walked towards the direction of his bike, Keith decided to make his move. In a split second, Keith quickly rushed over to his bike and popped the key into the ignition. He would start the engine but not hop on yet at risk of the girl managing to knock him off.
Instead while starting the engine, Keith would hold onto the handles and run down the street. Kind of like walking your bike. However, Keith would be walking his motorcycle. At the same time, it would allow the oil in the engines to circulate around. It would be a given that the girl would charge after him.
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