It was a sound like gunfire. For the briefest of seconds Trowa Barton, as he sped down a mostly deserted and certainly desolate stretch of Arizona road, thought he'd been shot--or at least that his vehicle had. The steering wheel of the powerful machine jerked suddenly in his hands and he felt the whole thing shift down and right, tumbling him a little and causing him to temporatily lose control.
"Damn," was the only word he managed before his world started spinning. Desert. Road. Desert. Road. The inertia threated to topple him into the passenger seat but he refused to relinquish his stubborn (hopefully not deathly) grip on the wheel. Sliding, spinning, scraping, the sound of metal on asphalt and finally . . . everything stopped.
It was another second or two before it dawned on him what had happened and only then did he realize he had, at some point, closed his eyes. When he opened them, he was facing the two lane road, the massive green hood of his SUV none the worse for wear. He was pratcally in the passenger's seat except for his still-tight fists that continued to grip the wheel. He let it go and looked at his hands. Blisters.
He then noticed a few other things. One was that the entire vehicle was leaning to the right, another was that it was still running, and the last was that something, he couldn't quite place it yet . . . (the adrenaline was still disorienting) but something on his body was hurting.
"Tire blow out?" The voice startled him suddenly and he looked to the now distant driver's side window. Green eyes sparkled in relief and apprehension from beneath a mess of disheveled bangs as he appraised the shadowy figure there. He'd been so caught up he hadn't noticed anyone approach . . . and where had they come from? The road had been empty.
"Well . . . " The man continued, obviously a man by the tone of his voice, though Trowa could not see his face for the glaring sun cresting behind him as it sank into the red desert sands, "looks like you could use a hand."
End of Pt. 1
Errr . . .didn't intend for it to be so long. Is there a typical line limit??
Nor did i intend for such seriousness. I'm sure it will get insane as it goes . . or if there's something someone else can think of to start with go for it! ^ ^
SOOOOOO SLEEEPYYY . . .
Maynard
PS: As for who goes next . . . I dun care. :) If you've got a particularly stellar idea go for it. If we get two we'll just build on the more preferred . . . it wil be like a choose your own adventure! Or, if someone wants to structure it, that's cool too. I JUST WANNA GO TO SLEEP!!
*goes to sleep* ^_____^
Zechs: You're not asleep.
:( *sigh* . . . I know . . . you had to remind me.
Soon . . . very soon . . .
Maynard
Zechs: You already signed it.
It's late stop pickin' on meee!!
Z: Then stop typing.
OKAYOKAY! This is the last thing I type:
Maynard
Zechs: You've already signed it twi-
SHUTUPPPP!!!
(:./babaca/rr1)
