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Post by lovelylunatic on Sept 7, 2011 15:48:26 GMT -5
Rocky smirked. Victory. "If ya need me, check the raves, clubs, or the bike rally that 'doesn't' happen. Even if I'm not there, ask anyone for Rocky and they'll tell ya where I am. Followin me babe?" I probably shouldn't be offerin some random kid these things, but she was a victom of the rave screw up.... then again, if she was lyin', and she knew where I live, I'm screw-ed. I can't trust anyone with the adress....if someone went in there, I'd be in prison so fast ya couldn't blink. I'd give her my cell....naw, bad idea. Cells are trackable. She doesn't look like it, but she might do somthin' freaky. If she was smart, she'd steer clear of raves and clubs after what happened, seein as she might be recongised. The bike rally bit is true....but she's unlikely to know how ta get there. Pretty much, this babe either gotta go now or never.
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Post by summerdayzz on Sept 7, 2011 19:54:37 GMT -5
Miri bit tongue - it was more subtle then biting her lip. All the time she had spent outside the orphanage, she had always avoided the really public places - like raves and clubs - cuz she was trying to avoid people. She wouldn't know how to find those places if she needed them. She got the feeling this would be her only chance to go with this chick. Plus she could always bounce out later if she had to- and she'd have time to do her own thing too.
She shrugged noncholantly. "Sounds complicated. Can we simplify it with me just going with you now?" Her mouth quirked up on one side in a half smile at her question to take up Rocky's offer. She couldn't tell if she was really lucky or unlucky. Or neither- it's just my luck. Housing offer first night on the streets- given by a werewolf. Who may or may not be the death of me. This was going to be fun- or at least interesting, she decided. However it turned out.
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Post by lovelylunatic on Sept 8, 2011 7:58:58 GMT -5
Rocky had won.
"Alrighty Babe. Follow me."
Rocky moved to mount her motorcycle, leaning against a alley wall, and looked back at her new 'buddy', holding out her helmet. THe helmet, black and glossy, had probably saved her life once or twice, but she had never truelly needed it. The bike rally, sure--only and idoit does illegal races without a helmet-- but Rocky wasn't doing anything special. It was only polite to offer, and through polite wasn't exactly Rocky's thing, t wasn't like she was a bitch or something.
"We're going to my place, and I'm gonna ask ya not advertise where I live. I don't feel like doin the fandango with the cherries and berries, ya know?"
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Post by summerdayzz on Oct 2, 2011 8:08:35 GMT -5
OOC: D: omg i forgot my post didnt send and i hadnt put anything up! IM SORRY ><:!!!!!! i shall fix this immediately
Miri nodded. "got it." she said, honesty having no idea what the hell 'the fandango' was, or what it had to do the assorted fruit but she got the gist of it; this is to be kept on the downlow.
She paused for half a second when she saw the bike in the dimly-lit alley. "woa there- nice bike." Miri grinned- she always loved bikes and wanted to ride one but the orphanage seemed to be fresh out. She took the helmet from Rocky and put it on. This would definately be a fun night.
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