Post by ebonyviper on May 25, 2008 14:20:15 GMT -5
Princess and Vagabond
DISCLAIMER: Cars and everything related to it belongs to Disney Pixar. Ebony, Kestrel, and Falcon belong to me. Phoenix Grayston belongs to Insane Pirate Dragon. There is no copyright infringement intended. This is just for fun.
NOTE: This idea came to me one rainy day. This encounter between Ebony and Phoenix was made possible by connecting my story, “A Viper's Journey” and IPD's story “Escape” together. It is a prelude to the beginning of the Swept Away RP.
SUMMARY: While camping out in the wilderness of Colorado, Ebony comes across an injured Trans Am who treats her as nothing but a lowly tuner undeserving of respect and equality and sets out to teach this high society “princess” a lesson.
* * * * *
As soon as she had her tent set up and had put together a circle of stones for the campfire, as well as making sure that her two infant children were safe and secure inside the tent, Ebony went off to collect some much-needed firewood for the campfire. Luckily, she had decided to set up camp in a woody area of the state of Colorado, so the search would be easy for her.
It only took the lone Dodge Viper a half hour to collect what she needed and return to the campsite. She stopped at the outer edges, her mirrors twitching as she picked up the unmistakable sound of tires crunching over forest debris and a protesting engine that seemed like it wanted to stall out on its owner at any moment.
Ebony didn't think about the reasons how that had come to be. Instead, she was more concerned with the safety of her children, and she also dreaded that the one who was about to invade her campsite was the one who had been chasing after her for nearly a year and a half now.
The Viper narrowed her emerald green eyes and crouched down to creep up on the intruder, ready to take him or her by surprise. She could now hear the frustrated growls from the stranger as it found itself getting tangled up in the vegetation.
Good, Ebony thought as she quietly stalked toward the intruder, That leaves whoever it is open to attack.
But when she came upon the spot where she had last heard the intruder, there was nothing. Strange. It's like whoever it was disappeared into thin air. That's not supposed to happen to prey.
This idea unnerved Ebony. She didn't like the fact that her intended prey could just disappear like that. It was then that she saw tire markings on the forest floor and found that they were, coincidentally, heading straight for her campsite. Ebony quickly shifted into gear and followed the trail, intent on heading off the intruder.
At first, she thought that it was very strange that she didn't see anybody around when she got to her camp, but she could sure pick up the intruder's scent. Where was this intruder? Could whoever it was merely passed by without noticing her camp?
But, then she thought of her children, whom she'd left bundled in the quilted nightcover inside her tent. Fearing for the safety of the twins, the Viper made a beeline toward the tent and quickly pulled back the entrance flap.
Inside, she found what, or rather who, she had been stalking earlier. Laying inside was a black Pontiac Trans Am asleep. Ebony noted some gashes on the Trans Am's sides, but those didn't concern her at the moment. The Trans Am was terribly, perhaps unknowingly, close to the nightcover in which the twins were bundled in.
Ebony growled angrily, giving the Trans Am a harsh nudge, “Hey you! Wake up!”
Startled, the Trans Am woke up instantly and spun around to see who had disturbed her rest. It was a black, tuned Dodge Viper with fender spikes and angry emerald green eyes who was glaring back at her.
“Who are you?” she snarled defensively at the Viper.
“I could ask you the same question!” snapped Ebony, “Now out of the tent. My babies are in there.”
“Babies?!” the Trans Am asked incredulously, “I didn't know that any babies were in there. In fact, I didn't think a guttersnipe like you could have children!”
Ebony growled at the insult. Already she disliked this rather rude Trans Am. To be putting her down like that just because she was a tuner. But she just shoved her irritation aside and pointed to the bundled-up nightcover.
“Look to your right,” she said in a flat voice.
The Trans Am narrowed pale blue eyes at the Viper, but looked in the direction that Ebony was pointing at. Sure enough, there was the bundled-up nightcover, which appeared to be covering up something moving within. Her eyes widened as two tiny noses poked out to sniff the air and hearing the chirps that sounded like they were calling for their mother. And it appeared that their mother was none other than the Viper glaring at her.
“There,” Ebony said sharply, “Now do you see, Miss Rudeness?”
Rolling her eyes at the Viper, the Trans Am snorted, “Why would I care about some tuner tramp's worthless brats?”
Ebony let out another growl, “Just get out...”
Silently and sullenly, the Trans Am limped out of the tent. It was at this time that Ebony's attention was drawn to the badly healed gashes on the Trans Am's side. They looked to her like serious third-degree burns. She could see the Trans Am wince and tremble as she moved across the campsite.
“Wait,” she called out.
The Trans Am stopped and shot Ebony an annoyed glare. “What now?” she asked gruffly as the Viper pulled up next to her.
“You're hurt,” Ebony pointed at the gashes, her antenna almost touching one of them until the Trans Am smacked it away.
“Yeah, so? It's non of your business, Tuner,” the Trans Am replied preferring to call Ebony by that unworthy title instead of getting to know her.
“Actually, it is,” huffed Ebony, “Go lay down by the campfire and let me take a look at those injuries.”
“Forget it!” the Trans Am snapped irritably, “There's no way I'm letting the likes of you touch me!”
Ebony narrowed her eyes at the Trans Am, fed up with her rude attitude. She decided to use a rather manipulative tactic to get this car to stay and have her injuries fixed up.
“I really hate to be mean here, but you can't go anywhere with those injuries of yours,” Ebony pointed out, “You won't be able to make it on the road anyway. Illness from infection and possibly death will be imminent if you don't get those looked at and you give yourself a chance to heal!”
The Trans Am growled. She hated to be tricked like that, especially by this annoying, worthless tuner, but when she thought about it, laying low was probably a good idea right now. After all, she did not want her grandfather finding out where she was hiding out at.
She gave a sigh and limped back over to where the tuned Viper was waiting for her and settled beside the campfire, which had been started up just a few minutes ago. When Ebony came over with a small box, she eyed it warily and suspiciously.
“What's that?” she asked, stiffening as the Viper took the lid off and reached in.
“Relax, it's just the First Aid kit I always carry along with me,” replied Ebony as she brought out a roll of gauze, tape, ointment for the burns, and cleaning agents to clear all the dirt and grime away so as to prevent infection, “By the way. You still haven't told me your name.”
“I highly doubt you know anything about treating injuries like mine,” the Trans Am sniffed disdainfully as she reluctantly allowed Ebony to clean and dress her gashes, “My name is Phoenix. Just Phoenix. And that's all you need to know, Tuner.”
“Interesting name,” Ebony managed to ignore the insults this time,” I'm called Ebony... as if you really care...”
“I don't,” Phoenix answered tartly as Ebony dabbed an alcohol-soaked cotton pad against one of her burns, making the Trans Am wince a little from the pain, “As soon as I'm healed, I'm leaving. I don't want anything to do with a worthless tuner like yoouEAOW!”
Phoenix turned to glare at the Viper, who held the pad in her antenna and was smiling innocently. Apparently when Ebony heard the word “worthless” she rubbed especially hard against the exposed, raw surface of the burn injury that she was working on, letting the alcohol soak into the injury in retaliation for the insult.
“Why did you do that for?!” Phoenix demanded angrily, “That hurt!!”
“Sorry,” Ebony replied nonchalantly as if she were having fun at the Trans Am's expense, “My antenna slipped. Won't happen again. Promise.”
“You'd better be sorry,” Phoenix grumbled, “or you'll see a side of me that you don't want to see.”
“I'm sure I don't want to,” Ebony answered, mocking Phoenix's threat. She quickly finished up with the dressing and rolled back a little to admire her handiwork.
“Good, now where do I rest?” Phoenix asked curtly, not bothering to say “Thank You” to the Viper.
Ebony frowned at that brush-off, but said nothing. She pointed at the tent. “That's off-limits because my babies are sleeping in there. I don't want you disturbing or hurting them.”
“That would be further from my mind,” Phoenix replied irritably, “So you're just going to make me sleep outside with injuries like these? I bet you want me to get sick anyway.”
“Be quiet and be thankful I was, at least, able to patch you up,” Ebony growled at the Trans Am, “And no, I do not want you to get sick, but my hospitality can only go so far. And with that attitude, you're not winning any special treatment from me, either.”
Phoenix grumbled and settled back down by the campfire. The Viper got up and went over to the tent, disappearing for a few minutes, then returning with an extra quilted nightcover that she had managed to swipe just weeks after she had given birth to the twins a year and a half ago. She came back over to Phoenix and handed it over to the Trans Am.
“Here, this will at least keep you warm,” she told Phoenix, “Stay by the fire for the time being. This is all I can do for you for now.”
Phoenix just snorted, wrapping the offered nightcover over herself without a word. She angled her body so tat her now-patched up burns were directly facing the fire that Ebony had just kindled and closed her eyes, seeming not wanting to have to talk anymore to the Viper right now.
“Fine,” Ebony said calmly, seeing how Phoenix reacted, “Be that way. Doesn't matter to me whether you like me or not, but remember this. During the time it takes you to heal from those injuries, you're stuck with me for the time being. Deal with it.”
“Whatever you say, Tuner,” the Trans Am replied, not looking at the Viper.
Ebony just rolled her eyes and sighed. It was just impossible to get through to Phoenix, but then decided that it was too late at night to be worrying about that. She went and collected a few more sticks to keep the fire going, gave Phoenix some more instructions, then disappeared into her tent where she curled up in the relative privacy with her twins.
But the mystery about Phoenix still intrigued the Viper. Who was she? Where did she come from? And, of all the other types of cars that the Trans Am could've stumbled across who would've helped her, why did it have to be the Viper? Ebony could tell by the way that Phoenix held herself that she had come from the higher part of society.
No wonder she thinks of me as a lowly tuner, the Viper thought, I'm not entitled to the kind of luxury and comfort that she must've surely been entitled to before she left it.
Ebony thought for a few minutes on this subject, then gave a slow smirk. Well now. I'm gonna teach that little princess all about respecting differences and to not think she's better than everyone else. Looks like it's up to me to bring her ego down a notch or two as well.
She decided to wait until morning to implement her plan and nestled in underneath the single nightcover with Kestrel and Falcon. Soon, she fell asleep.
Meanwhile, as she was resting by the campfire, Phoenix had inadvertently picked up a few stray thoughts coming from the now-sleeping Viper. So, she thinks she could teach me a lesson, does she? Well, we'll we'll see about that. She doesn't know who she's dealing with. My name isn't Phoenix Grayston for nothing.
The fire crackled and flared out as the rest of the night wore on. But in the morning, Ebony and Phoenix will find themselves dragged into events more complex and difficult than they bargained for.
To be continued...
DISCLAIMER: Cars and everything related to it belongs to Disney Pixar. Ebony, Kestrel, and Falcon belong to me. Phoenix Grayston belongs to Insane Pirate Dragon. There is no copyright infringement intended. This is just for fun.
NOTE: This idea came to me one rainy day. This encounter between Ebony and Phoenix was made possible by connecting my story, “A Viper's Journey” and IPD's story “Escape” together. It is a prelude to the beginning of the Swept Away RP.
SUMMARY: While camping out in the wilderness of Colorado, Ebony comes across an injured Trans Am who treats her as nothing but a lowly tuner undeserving of respect and equality and sets out to teach this high society “princess” a lesson.
* * * * *
As soon as she had her tent set up and had put together a circle of stones for the campfire, as well as making sure that her two infant children were safe and secure inside the tent, Ebony went off to collect some much-needed firewood for the campfire. Luckily, she had decided to set up camp in a woody area of the state of Colorado, so the search would be easy for her.
It only took the lone Dodge Viper a half hour to collect what she needed and return to the campsite. She stopped at the outer edges, her mirrors twitching as she picked up the unmistakable sound of tires crunching over forest debris and a protesting engine that seemed like it wanted to stall out on its owner at any moment.
Ebony didn't think about the reasons how that had come to be. Instead, she was more concerned with the safety of her children, and she also dreaded that the one who was about to invade her campsite was the one who had been chasing after her for nearly a year and a half now.
The Viper narrowed her emerald green eyes and crouched down to creep up on the intruder, ready to take him or her by surprise. She could now hear the frustrated growls from the stranger as it found itself getting tangled up in the vegetation.
Good, Ebony thought as she quietly stalked toward the intruder, That leaves whoever it is open to attack.
But when she came upon the spot where she had last heard the intruder, there was nothing. Strange. It's like whoever it was disappeared into thin air. That's not supposed to happen to prey.
This idea unnerved Ebony. She didn't like the fact that her intended prey could just disappear like that. It was then that she saw tire markings on the forest floor and found that they were, coincidentally, heading straight for her campsite. Ebony quickly shifted into gear and followed the trail, intent on heading off the intruder.
At first, she thought that it was very strange that she didn't see anybody around when she got to her camp, but she could sure pick up the intruder's scent. Where was this intruder? Could whoever it was merely passed by without noticing her camp?
But, then she thought of her children, whom she'd left bundled in the quilted nightcover inside her tent. Fearing for the safety of the twins, the Viper made a beeline toward the tent and quickly pulled back the entrance flap.
Inside, she found what, or rather who, she had been stalking earlier. Laying inside was a black Pontiac Trans Am asleep. Ebony noted some gashes on the Trans Am's sides, but those didn't concern her at the moment. The Trans Am was terribly, perhaps unknowingly, close to the nightcover in which the twins were bundled in.
Ebony growled angrily, giving the Trans Am a harsh nudge, “Hey you! Wake up!”
Startled, the Trans Am woke up instantly and spun around to see who had disturbed her rest. It was a black, tuned Dodge Viper with fender spikes and angry emerald green eyes who was glaring back at her.
“Who are you?” she snarled defensively at the Viper.
“I could ask you the same question!” snapped Ebony, “Now out of the tent. My babies are in there.”
“Babies?!” the Trans Am asked incredulously, “I didn't know that any babies were in there. In fact, I didn't think a guttersnipe like you could have children!”
Ebony growled at the insult. Already she disliked this rather rude Trans Am. To be putting her down like that just because she was a tuner. But she just shoved her irritation aside and pointed to the bundled-up nightcover.
“Look to your right,” she said in a flat voice.
The Trans Am narrowed pale blue eyes at the Viper, but looked in the direction that Ebony was pointing at. Sure enough, there was the bundled-up nightcover, which appeared to be covering up something moving within. Her eyes widened as two tiny noses poked out to sniff the air and hearing the chirps that sounded like they were calling for their mother. And it appeared that their mother was none other than the Viper glaring at her.
“There,” Ebony said sharply, “Now do you see, Miss Rudeness?”
Rolling her eyes at the Viper, the Trans Am snorted, “Why would I care about some tuner tramp's worthless brats?”
Ebony let out another growl, “Just get out...”
Silently and sullenly, the Trans Am limped out of the tent. It was at this time that Ebony's attention was drawn to the badly healed gashes on the Trans Am's side. They looked to her like serious third-degree burns. She could see the Trans Am wince and tremble as she moved across the campsite.
“Wait,” she called out.
The Trans Am stopped and shot Ebony an annoyed glare. “What now?” she asked gruffly as the Viper pulled up next to her.
“You're hurt,” Ebony pointed at the gashes, her antenna almost touching one of them until the Trans Am smacked it away.
“Yeah, so? It's non of your business, Tuner,” the Trans Am replied preferring to call Ebony by that unworthy title instead of getting to know her.
“Actually, it is,” huffed Ebony, “Go lay down by the campfire and let me take a look at those injuries.”
“Forget it!” the Trans Am snapped irritably, “There's no way I'm letting the likes of you touch me!”
Ebony narrowed her eyes at the Trans Am, fed up with her rude attitude. She decided to use a rather manipulative tactic to get this car to stay and have her injuries fixed up.
“I really hate to be mean here, but you can't go anywhere with those injuries of yours,” Ebony pointed out, “You won't be able to make it on the road anyway. Illness from infection and possibly death will be imminent if you don't get those looked at and you give yourself a chance to heal!”
The Trans Am growled. She hated to be tricked like that, especially by this annoying, worthless tuner, but when she thought about it, laying low was probably a good idea right now. After all, she did not want her grandfather finding out where she was hiding out at.
She gave a sigh and limped back over to where the tuned Viper was waiting for her and settled beside the campfire, which had been started up just a few minutes ago. When Ebony came over with a small box, she eyed it warily and suspiciously.
“What's that?” she asked, stiffening as the Viper took the lid off and reached in.
“Relax, it's just the First Aid kit I always carry along with me,” replied Ebony as she brought out a roll of gauze, tape, ointment for the burns, and cleaning agents to clear all the dirt and grime away so as to prevent infection, “By the way. You still haven't told me your name.”
“I highly doubt you know anything about treating injuries like mine,” the Trans Am sniffed disdainfully as she reluctantly allowed Ebony to clean and dress her gashes, “My name is Phoenix. Just Phoenix. And that's all you need to know, Tuner.”
“Interesting name,” Ebony managed to ignore the insults this time,” I'm called Ebony... as if you really care...”
“I don't,” Phoenix answered tartly as Ebony dabbed an alcohol-soaked cotton pad against one of her burns, making the Trans Am wince a little from the pain, “As soon as I'm healed, I'm leaving. I don't want anything to do with a worthless tuner like yoouEAOW!”
Phoenix turned to glare at the Viper, who held the pad in her antenna and was smiling innocently. Apparently when Ebony heard the word “worthless” she rubbed especially hard against the exposed, raw surface of the burn injury that she was working on, letting the alcohol soak into the injury in retaliation for the insult.
“Why did you do that for?!” Phoenix demanded angrily, “That hurt!!”
“Sorry,” Ebony replied nonchalantly as if she were having fun at the Trans Am's expense, “My antenna slipped. Won't happen again. Promise.”
“You'd better be sorry,” Phoenix grumbled, “or you'll see a side of me that you don't want to see.”
“I'm sure I don't want to,” Ebony answered, mocking Phoenix's threat. She quickly finished up with the dressing and rolled back a little to admire her handiwork.
“Good, now where do I rest?” Phoenix asked curtly, not bothering to say “Thank You” to the Viper.
Ebony frowned at that brush-off, but said nothing. She pointed at the tent. “That's off-limits because my babies are sleeping in there. I don't want you disturbing or hurting them.”
“That would be further from my mind,” Phoenix replied irritably, “So you're just going to make me sleep outside with injuries like these? I bet you want me to get sick anyway.”
“Be quiet and be thankful I was, at least, able to patch you up,” Ebony growled at the Trans Am, “And no, I do not want you to get sick, but my hospitality can only go so far. And with that attitude, you're not winning any special treatment from me, either.”
Phoenix grumbled and settled back down by the campfire. The Viper got up and went over to the tent, disappearing for a few minutes, then returning with an extra quilted nightcover that she had managed to swipe just weeks after she had given birth to the twins a year and a half ago. She came back over to Phoenix and handed it over to the Trans Am.
“Here, this will at least keep you warm,” she told Phoenix, “Stay by the fire for the time being. This is all I can do for you for now.”
Phoenix just snorted, wrapping the offered nightcover over herself without a word. She angled her body so tat her now-patched up burns were directly facing the fire that Ebony had just kindled and closed her eyes, seeming not wanting to have to talk anymore to the Viper right now.
“Fine,” Ebony said calmly, seeing how Phoenix reacted, “Be that way. Doesn't matter to me whether you like me or not, but remember this. During the time it takes you to heal from those injuries, you're stuck with me for the time being. Deal with it.”
“Whatever you say, Tuner,” the Trans Am replied, not looking at the Viper.
Ebony just rolled her eyes and sighed. It was just impossible to get through to Phoenix, but then decided that it was too late at night to be worrying about that. She went and collected a few more sticks to keep the fire going, gave Phoenix some more instructions, then disappeared into her tent where she curled up in the relative privacy with her twins.
But the mystery about Phoenix still intrigued the Viper. Who was she? Where did she come from? And, of all the other types of cars that the Trans Am could've stumbled across who would've helped her, why did it have to be the Viper? Ebony could tell by the way that Phoenix held herself that she had come from the higher part of society.
No wonder she thinks of me as a lowly tuner, the Viper thought, I'm not entitled to the kind of luxury and comfort that she must've surely been entitled to before she left it.
Ebony thought for a few minutes on this subject, then gave a slow smirk. Well now. I'm gonna teach that little princess all about respecting differences and to not think she's better than everyone else. Looks like it's up to me to bring her ego down a notch or two as well.
She decided to wait until morning to implement her plan and nestled in underneath the single nightcover with Kestrel and Falcon. Soon, she fell asleep.
Meanwhile, as she was resting by the campfire, Phoenix had inadvertently picked up a few stray thoughts coming from the now-sleeping Viper. So, she thinks she could teach me a lesson, does she? Well, we'll we'll see about that. She doesn't know who she's dealing with. My name isn't Phoenix Grayston for nothing.
The fire crackled and flared out as the rest of the night wore on. But in the morning, Ebony and Phoenix will find themselves dragged into events more complex and difficult than they bargained for.
To be continued...