The Bitch (Attn: Ace)

by Forn Clakes Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:08 pm

Laura left through the side entrance of the Sutter Memorial Hospital and jumped on Cameron's...no, her bike; a custom painted Buell Lightning. Dressed in her pink and black leathers, she glances up to the window of the room she once stayed in the first time she met Cameron.

This very spot, right here, right now, is where he sat... she thinks, wiping a single red tear from her cheek before putting her sleek chestnut hair up and sliding the pink and black helmet over her head.

The Buell purrs its approval as she starts it, and growls with each twist of the throttle, a smile threatening to touch Laura's. Its almost as if she can still here him...

Gliding out of the car park, Laura opens up the bike and roars down the street, coming to a halt at the traffic lights.

She doesn't look back.

by Guest Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:16 pm

Ace and The Bitch, his Ducati Monster Black ed. 999S. Roar up beside her, fascinated, having not seen this new bike in town.

He revs his engine as he pulls up beside her, his black helmet having skulls all over it, in a wife-beater tank top and shredded jeans with the knee high street bike boots.

by Guest Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:49 pm

by Forn Clakes Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:54 pm

Glancing to the side, Laura takes in the fellow biker and the machine he's riding.

Not bad, she thinks, shame about the clothes. Love to see them save your flesh being shredded like your jeans.

She tips her helmet towards him before looking at the lights, the bike purring.

by Guest Sun Apr 19, 2009 4:56 pm

He makes the Ducati's engine scream in response, cracking his neck, wondering if the little girl wants to play.

by Forn Clakes Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:00 pm

Call that a growl, fuckwit, Laura thinks, you may as well be smacking that bitch up.

Delicately, lovingly, she slowly turns the throttle so the Buell begins to purr, its voice rising to a fever pitch until it roars in reply to the challenge.

Let's party.

by Guest Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:02 pm

Ace roars off just before the light turns green, jumping the gun and laughing in his helmet, the front wheel of the Monster coming up off the ground in a half wheelie as he burns the rubber on the back tire.

by Forn Clakes Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:06 pm

"Fucker!," Laura shouts under her helmet as the Ducati quite literally burns rubber. Opening the clutch, the Buell is right on its tail and she can hear it laugh with delight as it sets its sights on its quarry.

by Guest Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:19 pm

Ace roars the ducati, laughing in his helmet and having a damn good time, his knee nearly touching pavement as he curls the bike around tight turns, leading the girl down alleys and sidestreets.

by Forn Clakes Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:22 pm

The Lightning roars in appreciation, finally finding something worth hunting. Laura, grasping the machine with her knees, glides it effortlessly through the alleys, following the prick on the Ducati.

She even manages a smile.

by Guest Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:25 pm

He does a few stoppies, the back wheel popping off the ground as he glides, knowing a fair few tricks on the bike. Finally after several miles of playing he does a powerslide to stop the bike, letting it idle and pulling off his helmet.

"Nice riding," he grins.

by Forn Clakes Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:29 pm

The Buell slows to a stop inches from the Ducati's rear wheel and Laura lets it breathe, regaining its composure. Dropping the stand, Laura draws one leg over to sit side saddle and removes her helmet, allowing her chestnut hair to cascade over her shoulders.

"Not bad ya'self. Shame you cheated."

by Guest Sun Apr 19, 2009 5:57 pm

"Ah well, fortune favors the bold..." he grins, tilting his head, deciding that yes, she must be Kindred.

"You new in town?"

by Forn Clakes Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:24 pm

"You could say that, handsome," she replies, switching her bike off and removing her gloves to stretch her painted fingers.

"Name's Laura," she says, extending a hand.

by Guest Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:25 pm

"Ace... Need a place to stay? My havens only a few blocks away, or are you just passin' through," he says.

by Forn Clakes Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:33 pm

Laura looks him up and down before speaking.

"I haven't made up my mind yet, just reminiscing back in Sac. Sure, show me your haven, I'll play nice." Kick starting her bike and putting her helmet back on, laura looks at him, waiting.

by Guest Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:36 pm

"You might as well go get acknowledged tonight, Sac has a lot to offer, my coterie is actually all motorcycled if you wanna hang for a while," he grins, thinking that this chick would be perfect for J.

by Forn Clakes Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:40 pm

Flipping her visor up, she nods, understanding Kindred politics as much as necessary to survive.

"Where's it being held and who's the Gangrel chief?" she asks, bluntly.

by Guest Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:42 pm

"Museum of Aquatic Nuances, I can give you a map, starts in a couple hours, you can follow me there. Last I heard it was a Scottish chick named Veritas." he says.

by Forn Clakes Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:43 pm

"Come on then, Ace-boy, light up the road."

by Guest Sun Apr 19, 2009 6:50 pm

He grins, tugging back on his helmet, liking this chick and hoping she stays around long enough to hang out and maybe join the coterie, he leads her there, and lets her know the whose who before he goes in.

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