Post by numbah29ondatracks on Jan 10, 2007 18:13:23 GMT -5
((Okee....here goes.....))
The sun was beaming down brightly and making the dry dirt so hot it stung to touch it. A dusty, black 1968 Charger came rolling up onto a dirt path and sighed a sigh of relief.
"Oh.......phew...thank Ford there's finally a road! No more driving through dirt, mud and sticks and rocks. I wonder where this leads to.....Oh well....I don't care...." She said and began happily rolling up the small path carved out by the heavily packed and well traveled dirt.
Her name was Jenna McDurbin and she was a fugivtive. She had run away/escaped from a Correctional Factilty Called "Drover's Lake" 2 weeks before. Still bearing the captive serial number brand on her back lower side panel, she felt relief at last. Relief to find a road, a road prehaps to her much needed and much deserved freedom and retirement. The years and miles showed on her fading jet black paint and the way she dragged her tires made it seem like she had perminant chains shackled in her rims.
She felt weak and was running out of gas, and she knew if she didn't find somewhere soon, anywhere, she was doomed.
She rolled on a little faster.
After about 15 minutes, she stopped suddenly, for she could hear the firmiliar sound of torque rumbling some where near her......but she couldn't tell what direction the noise or possible car was coming from.
She squinted against the bright sun and tried to focus her attention to the sound...Then in a matter of seconds she could see a bright orange blur careening towards her at very high speeds.....
Like a deer caught in headlights, The black Charger froze not knowing how to react.
"oh my Ford....." She muttered fearfully.....
((Ok....this was the best I could do.......Not too subtle, but idk..... thought this might make things...interesting.....Enjoy...and don't yell at me lol....I'm still new to this....))
The sun was beaming down brightly and making the dry dirt so hot it stung to touch it. A dusty, black 1968 Charger came rolling up onto a dirt path and sighed a sigh of relief.
"Oh.......phew...thank Ford there's finally a road! No more driving through dirt, mud and sticks and rocks. I wonder where this leads to.....Oh well....I don't care...." She said and began happily rolling up the small path carved out by the heavily packed and well traveled dirt.
Her name was Jenna McDurbin and she was a fugivtive. She had run away/escaped from a Correctional Factilty Called "Drover's Lake" 2 weeks before. Still bearing the captive serial number brand on her back lower side panel, she felt relief at last. Relief to find a road, a road prehaps to her much needed and much deserved freedom and retirement. The years and miles showed on her fading jet black paint and the way she dragged her tires made it seem like she had perminant chains shackled in her rims.
She felt weak and was running out of gas, and she knew if she didn't find somewhere soon, anywhere, she was doomed.
She rolled on a little faster.
After about 15 minutes, she stopped suddenly, for she could hear the firmiliar sound of torque rumbling some where near her......but she couldn't tell what direction the noise or possible car was coming from.
She squinted against the bright sun and tried to focus her attention to the sound...Then in a matter of seconds she could see a bright orange blur careening towards her at very high speeds.....
Like a deer caught in headlights, The black Charger froze not knowing how to react.
"oh my Ford....." She muttered fearfully.....
((Ok....this was the best I could do.......Not too subtle, but idk..... thought this might make things...interesting.....Enjoy...and don't yell at me lol....I'm still new to this....))