Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Jun 10, 2007 1:07:14 GMT -5
(Methinks I need to give Annie a reason to stick around for a while...)
How far had she walked? A few miles? It seemed like more. She was beginning to shuffle a little bit as the sun continued to pound on her. Her hand had been removed from her pocket and her bag scuffed the ground each time it swung with her steps. She hoped it wouldn't be much further... Was that buildings she could see over the hill?
So focused on the town, she didn't see the rock until she had stepped on it, her ankle twisting painfully as she fell. She cringed as she landed in the sand, instinctively clutching the limb as it throbbed. Was it twisted or sprained? She didn't know.
She hissed in pain as she tried to move it. "Great..."
* * * *
"Goin' eighty? Not a chance, boy." He took the offered papers and studied them. "I'm wiriting you up for speeding and reckless driving. You're lucky I'm not adding damage to city property."
Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Jun 10, 2007 1:34:44 GMT -5
After about a minute Anastasia forced herself to rise on the one foot, limping towards the town. It made the going a lot slower, but maybe this way someone would actually stop... But for now, the only thing she could do was grit her teeth and bear it. Using her bag as a counterbalance of sorts, she continued to hobble down the road.
(Must sleep... Going to have a hard time getting up in the morning as it is. Night y'all!)
Post by Reiji Neko Mitsukai on Jun 10, 2007 20:54:05 GMT -5
The possibility that the town was a mirage hadn't occured to her until after she stopped to glance behind her, noticing the "water on the road" effect the heat had. A twinge of dread struck her. She couldn't be hallucinating already; she hadn't been walking for days, that was for sure. Although judging by how her day was going so far, it wouldn't really surprise her if the buildings were just a figment of her imagination after all.
Wiping her brow, she turned forwards and continued to limp down the road.
"Officer...you don't understand...I can't..." The driver stopped speaking. If he had told him exactly what was on his mind, it would not only be used against him in whatever court of law was used out here, but also in the jail that he could get thrown into.
"All I need is a full tank and I'll never come back here again..."
Last Edit: Jun 10, 2007 22:31:21 GMT -5 by fierano
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