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Post by Jules on Oct 22, 2008 17:54:25 GMT -5
Marie grinned and couldn't help gunning it just a little. This time she kept clear of branches or anything that would prove more of an obstacle than she was prepared to handle. As she grew in confidence, so did her speed.
Suddenly, she did a wide turn and headed back towards where they had first started out. "We're going to race." She declared happily.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 22, 2008 18:00:10 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow. What was this? A challenge?
He chuckled lowly near her ear. "Fine, if you're so eager to lose. I won't go easy on you because you're a beginner."
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Post by Jules on Oct 22, 2008 18:16:15 GMT -5
Marie winced a little. He was such a jerk, if she didn't have a chance he shouldn't do stuff like that. She rubbed her ear against her shoulder as if to dispel his voice. She went faster, reaching where he'd parked his bike in record time. She stopped across the street and put a leg out to prop up the bike.
"C'mon. I want to race!" And she would beat him. She would.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 22, 2008 18:26:18 GMT -5
Ah, whoops. He'd probably burned her ear a little. He had naturally hot breath, sometimes he forgot.
He saluted and ran across the street to his own bike, bending to undo the lock. He hopped on with the easy grace that comes from a well-versed action, and revved the engine to life. "Let's get somewhere open," he called over the noise of two motorcycles, and turned onto the street, whizzing through carriages and pedestrians.
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Post by Jules on Oct 22, 2008 18:42:11 GMT -5
Marie followed after him best she could; the pedestrians and carriages were constantly shifting, creating a different labyrinth than the one Alex had passed through. She managed, remaining at best few feet behind, at worst a block. But he was very hard to loose sight of anyways, and people seemed to want to clear out of the way of a small girl on a big bike going too fast.
"Do you even know where you're going?" She asked when she finally pulled up next to him.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 24, 2008 0:39:51 GMT -5
He shot her an annoyed look. "Do I know where I'm going..." he muttered with a scoff. Not bothering to dignify that comment with any more of a response, he pulled in front of her and then turned onto a rural back-road.
Soon, they came upon the edge of the Endless Wastes. He stopped and balanced the bike with one leg, an expectant, eager look on his face.
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Post by Jules on Oct 24, 2008 0:56:41 GMT -5
When they came to an edge, Marie pulled up beside him and mimicked his stance, looking over the edge. He couldn't mean? She didn't want to shy away from it, but the Real World? She wasn't so found of mortals. There was a sad lot of Nightmares who'd lost their functionality because their abilities no longer pertained. For example, Marie used to be able to get buckets of fear, lifting off her head and doing a bit of blood-dripping. But these days kids were incredibly desensitized to violence, and she got a very weak brand of fear and most of the time not even that.
Helped her keep her minuscule waist, but it still hurt, being almost constantly hungry. Marie was just concerned about the time when she wouldn't even be able to get what she did. When she would just fade into nonexistance like many before her.
"The Real World?" She said doubtfully, "Will our bikes cross over wizzout damage?" But then she paused. Conscious fear wasn't as yummy, but even that was stronger than what she could eek out. "People get scared of you when zey see you zere?"
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 24, 2008 1:34:54 GMT -5
He shrugged. "We'll find out, won't we?" He twisted the left handlebar, and the engine made a challenging "vrr-vrr-vrrrroooo" sound.
Real World had the best rush. The air felt different whipping around your face.
But mostly, jumping off into that waterfall would be freaking sweet.
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Post by Jules on Oct 25, 2008 0:36:31 GMT -5
Marie nodded and without warning, tucked in her foot, revved her engine and shot off the edge like it wasn't daunting at all. A scream seemed to float up after her descent, not one of fear, but pure exhilaration. Well okay, maybe a bit of fear.
It was a harsh landing on the other side. The rush and prickle of the Real World combined with trying to land bike-first. Which proved to be impossible. She was still sitting on her bike, but that just so happened to be sitting on the ground. Her leg was pinned, but not painfully. Marie squirmed, trying to loose herself from whatever it was that had her caught before Alexander followed after.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 25, 2008 23:59:55 GMT -5
Alexander heard her scream and felt a small thrill of anticipation shiver through him. It was almost involuntary when he gunned the engine, roaring over the cliff.
He plummeted down, and his first thought was, Shit. The wind rushed through his hair, making his shirt billow and his eyes sting, but he didn't close them.
He hit the unforgiving ground in Real World hard. He kept his hold on his bike, but it spun out from under him, creating a deep, half-circle rut in the grass. He manuvered off the bike, barely able to catch his breath he was laughing so hard, and looked for Marie.
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Post by Jules on Oct 26, 2008 0:11:00 GMT -5
Finally, she managed to pull her leg free, ripping her pants and creating a long, shallow gash. Wincing unhappily, she stood, favoring her uninjured leg, and propped her bike up. Circling it, it was clear she was more concerned about damage done it than even the blood staining her clothing. Once she was sure nothing more than a bit of dirt and a few small scratches were afflicting it, she jumped back on, hair long again.
Marie followed the sound of another purring engine and found Alexander. "Ze finish line is ze first city we hit."
They were in slightly mountainous terrain, a chain of jagged rocks cutting into the sky some miles behind them. So it was probably safe to say no city would be around for a while. Leg bleeding, face dirty, Mary looked like a little pale warrior as she yelled out "Ready, Zet, Go!" And took off, letting out a loud "Woo-hooo." As she did so.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 0:47:28 GMT -5
Alexander grinned, feeling a little relieved as Marie pulled up beside him. He grabbed his bike, and finally noticed the bloodstain on her pants. His eyes narrowed, and he was about to comment on it, when she shouted Go! and he had no choice but to follow after her, lest he become the dreaded loser.
Her care-free attitude was contagious though, not to mention he was still giddy from the rush of falling through the Edge, so he whooped along with her, blazing over the rocky terrain.
The next city, right. It would be awhile. Good thing gas in Chimera was the best that could be dreamed up.
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Post by Jules on Oct 26, 2008 1:40:07 GMT -5
They were neck and neck for a while, the slight slope to the terrain helping both of them despite the uneven ground. She was going so fast the surroundings blurred into a mash of colors, sky barely distinguishable from ground. But it was still her first day riding the thing, although she seemed to have forgotten that. And all it took was a misjudging of her bike's skills. For example: it couldn't fly, but did a damn good impression of it when that boulder got in her way and she forgot about the brake rule.
At that speed, slamming the front-wheel brakes locked the wheel, sent the back of the bike up into the air like it was trying to do a handstand and Marie flung forward, javelined a few feet away.
She fell to the ground looking like a little rag doll, her head lost somewhere in the crash and since Alexander had pulled into the lead, it was incredibly unlikely that he'd even noticed.
It had seemed to be the loudest and longest moment of her life, in truth it was surprisingly short and quiet. She might have cried out had her head remained attached to her body, but separated as they were, the head was as good as dead, and her body was in no pain since her brain could not process it, but it had certainly been knocked senseless.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 26, 2008 2:15:37 GMT -5
She'd been correct in assuming Alexander wouldn't notice immediately. He'd sped half a mile ahead before glancing behind his shoulder and seeing nothing. He braked at once, screeching to a half-circle halt that blew up a thick cloud of dust. He went back, slowly, and saw her slightly crumpled bike, the wheels still spinning, before he saw her.... or at least, the bottom half of her.
He had a brief moment of panic before remembering her head had come off before and it could be put back on again. He jumped off his bike, letting it fall to the ground as he ran across the craggy plains. The blood was still on her leg, and her arm looked bent in a slightly weird angle. Gently, he scooped her petite form into his arms and searched for her head.
He found it soon enough (though it had rolled a considerable distance), her eyes closed. He knelt by the head with her body and carefully connected the two as best he could. "Please don't be dead," he said, surprised at his own worry. "My sister will kill me."
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Post by Jules on Oct 26, 2008 2:31:20 GMT -5
No, she wasn't dead.
But she wanted to be. Marie was not used to pain. Marie was not manly, Marie could not be flung from a motorcycle and brush it off. What Marie could do was screw up her face as her body received a rush of pain all at once that had been held at bay by a lack of connection. Marie could begin to cry like a little girl, and she was entirely capable of feinting while lying down once she caught sight of her arm bent a way it should not be.
Her constant choker was still attached to the part of the neck not severed from her head. It was revealed that it took a little more than a silky scrap of fabric to hold her head on. The necklace was cruelly barbed, and all around her severed neck there were angry scars and fresh little wounds from previous times the barbs had ripped free and the most current one.
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