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Post by EMMA DAWES on Dec 13, 2010 19:06:11 GMT -5
Emma drove to Hartford. There had been a police convention going on so the entire precinct headed up there. It was lovel country that was for sure. She gazed around in admiration. It was so much quieter than the city. The pace was much slower and laid back. She made a mental note to come back here at some point again.
She parked her black 2010 Honda Accord sedan on the street and began walking along, gazing into shops and whatnot. People walked by and smiled at her. They were much more friendlier here than say in the city. Generally once you get out of the city, people tend to change. She was dressed in civilian clothing. A pair of jeans, a white tee shirt and a multicolored scarf around her neck. Her blond hair was fluffed around her shoulders. She had applied a little bit of makeup.
She stopped outside one store that was a pet store. A big grin formed on her face when she saw puppies. Emma had a weakness for puppies just as she had a weakness for children. No one on the police force knew she was a walker, and planned to keep it that way. It would take someone she really trusted to reveal what she really was.
She sighed. It was a burden sometimes keeping such a secret to yourself, but most didn't opt to feel cozy and comfy around walkers. Some thought they didn't deserve to be around people or even live in homes like regular humans did. They wanted them to live in cardboard boxes or even eat off the street in the trash like they thought they were. Emma placed a hand on the cool glass. A few puppies gazed up at her longingly. She already had a pet. It was ironic though, but it was kinda like a familiar when she was in canid form |
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Post by Luke Robert Bentley on Dec 13, 2010 22:59:46 GMT -5
 Luke rode down the streets of Hartford. The place didn't seem nearly as busy as the big city of New York, New York. He smiled lightly as his Harley-Davidson motorcycle's engine roared in his ears. Of course, he couldn't drive as fast as he'd like for multiple reasons. He counted them off in his head, as if trying to convince himself to keep to the speed limit. (1) Someone could get hurt, (2) it was illegal, of course, (3) his black, spectrum acoustic guitar was tied tightly with hard wires to the back of the bike, and (4) the bike was old and could barely run as it was. A small sigh escaped his lips behind his crimson-red helmet. He could feel the upset feelings overcoming him as he thought about his current situation.
How badly he wanted a new motorcycle and how badly he wanted a new guitar, but there was also the fact at how badly he needed to eat. With life how it was, he could barely afford to buy one decent meal a day. His current diet consisted of simply a bag of chips and a burger for each meal and maybe, if he was lucky, he could get himself a soda to go along with it. This same meal twice a day can get very, well, dull. Which is exactly how he would describe his life as -dull.
He had come to this town in search of finding a place where he may get a gig and earn a little cash. His pockets were nearing empty. He could feel his stomach gurgle as it would while growling from hunger -of course, he couldn't hear it over the deafening sound of the ancient engine. Turning his head to his left he noticed a small gas station. He quickly turned into it and parked his red 1980 Electra Glide. As he dismounted and removed his helmet -on which he placed hanging on one of the handle bars- his dis-colored eyes gazed over the old, metal machine.
He had received this bike when he had arrived at the states, instantly spending all the cash he had on "fun" things for himself. 'Not the best plan in the world,' he had later thought to himself. Even so, he had decided he had wanted a bike after having to leave his 1970 BSA Chopper back in England, a motorcycle his father had brought him in hopes of making amends for his wrongdoings in being -what Luke considered- a horrible father. He felt himself huff in frustration as he thought of how his step-brother had gotten the bike after he had left. His face seemed to twist in anger at the thought of how his younger brother, Terry, had probably already crashed and wrecked the chopper. His stomach growled.
His mind set itself back into the present and he turned towards the convenience store/gas station and headed inside through the glass doors. Grabbing a bag of sour cream and onion potato chips, he quickly made his purchase and headed out of the store.
As he treaded back over to his parked bike he attempted at opening the bag. His attempt was futile and he failed miserably, popping the bag and spewing the chips all over the side walk. "Dammit," he mumbled in frustration. His muscles were tense and he knew he wanted to throw a fit, he wanted to turn back around and bite something. He wanted to-
His angry thoughts were cut short as he looked across the street where a small pet shop resided and he saw a familiar face. [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by EMMA DAWES on Dec 15, 2010 17:04:12 GMT -5
Emma sensed someone behind her. She quickly turned her head and spied Luke. She broke into a huge grin.
"Hey there stranger. What's going on?" she asked him brightly heading toward him. She gently snaked her arms around him and hugged him briefly.
"So what have you been up to lately?" she asked him softly studying him.
he looked good. She beamed at him.
"I had a girl want to drive drunk the other day. Called me all kinds of names. Clearly she was highly intoxicated but still, why do some of these people do things to their body like that?" Emma said in a rehtorical tone. She shook her head.
Luke looked the same as he had before. It had been a few months since she'd spoken to him. She missed talking to him.
"Wanna head somewhere to grab a cup of coffee and catch up?" Emma offered him, motioning to a cofffe house just a few stores up from where they were standing. She wanted to know all about him and what he had been up to lately. Her life was pretty much the same. No boyfriend or anything, living alone as usual.
Still, her mind flashed her the image of the man she'd fell over on the beach. Derek. He had been handsome, but terrified of her for some reason. Perhaps he'd hurt someone in his life before and was afraid to get close to another female again. Emma was a fairly good judge of character being she was a police officer. She got to know behaviorial tidbits that alerted her to things someone might not ordinarily pick up. She reached up and tucked a strand of blond hair behind her ear as she waited for him to respond |
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