Tasha Ribakov (Jul 28, 2011 12:35:11 AM)
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Emerson Newhouse Hearst (Jul 28, 2011 12:39:38 AM)
*Unlike most undead, Emerson is comfortable outside of cities. Which is where he heads. The nearest beach he knows of. Of course, after almost an hour on the bike with him, Tasha can be sure that he's either absolutely crazy, absolutely fearless, or somewhere in between. He throws the bike around like it had pedals instead of an oversized engine bolted into it, never really getting below 'fast'. Cutting around traffic rather like a maniac, without so much as a twitch of fear on his face, or even a flicker that might suggest his concentration is faltering. So it's in record time the pair of them roll quietly down towards the beach, the engine idling and the bike rolling freely*
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 28, 2011 12:45:31 AM)
*Tasha seemed to have no trouble with hanging on, despite of her being half out of it and barely knowing the direction. She just hold onto him, and goes with the flow of movement, pressing herself down in the curves to let the gravity secure her. It appears that she is accustomed, or just relaxed by the whiskey. When they come to the beach and slow down, she takes her arms from aroudn him and sits up to look around, hoping to get a good view of the sand and watr at night.*
Emerson Newhouse Hearst (Jul 28, 2011 12:50:39 AM)
*he rolls to a stop, killing the engine and rising up to look around, cautiously* Don't see any rangers.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 28, 2011 12:52:47 AM)
*Slides off the back, and nearly falls onto her own in the process, but not quite. She take the helmet off.* Fun ride! *and moshes her head upside down to ruffle her hair back into it's previous wild shape. She has to balance herself again afterward.* ehh, sorry, did you say something?
Emerson Newhouse Hearst (Jul 28, 2011 12:54:24 AM)
Not important *he says, smirking, reaching over to snag the helmet back and hang it off the bike* Feel better, out in the fresh air?
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 28, 2011 12:55:26 AM)
*Looks around and tugs he hands nto her pockets* I guess yeah. It's nice... much cooler than in he city, isn't it? If it only were full moon, it'd be perfect!
Emerson Newhouse Hearst (Jul 28, 2011 12:58:00 AM)
Then we'd have to worry about werewolves though! *he says with a laugh* I left all my silver bullets in my other pants.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 28, 2011 12:59:30 AM)
*Smilesand paces over to him, pushing some sand ahead of her with her feet as she does.* So...you do racing?
Emerson Newhouse Hearst (Jul 28, 2011 1:00:11 AM)
I did. Not really any more.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 28, 2011 1:01:13 AM)
*Nods, and digs her pack of cigarettes out of her pocket. Then she remembers he wa trying to quit, and puts it back, jut to be polite.* Smart. I've seen some people get killed that way. It's not a pretty way to go.
Emerson Newhouse Hearst (Jul 28, 2011 1:02:02 AM)
You can smoke if you want. Doesn't bother me. *he says, sounding like he means it* I've wrecked plenty of times. It's -never- pretty.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 28, 2011 1:04:38 AM)
Yeah well, still. It's nice to have a bike. *she shrugs* My uncle says he'll get me one, but that I have to EARN it, can you imagine? *she rolls her eyes and pulls a cig out of her pack, since he did't mind.*
Emmaline Dupre (Jul 28, 2011 1:06:11 AM)
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Emerson Newhouse Hearst (Jul 28, 2011 1:06:13 AM)
*that gets an amused snort* Yeah. I can imagine.
Emmaline Dupre (Jul 28, 2011 1:06:14 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Jul 28, 2011 1:08:12 AM)
*smiles to him, almost playfully, before she puts the cig in her mouth and flicks her lighter under it. Then she looks around, letting the pleasant beachview get ino her head the same time the smoke did.* It sure is quiet out here...
Emerson Newhouse Hearst (Jul 28, 2011 1:09:14 AM)
It almost always is. I love it. I spend a lot of time in places like this.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 28, 2011 1:11:05 AM)
Yeah...like the park, for instanse. *she swings herself over one leg and kicks some sand with the other foot.* I don't know what I was thinking, since we were supposed to escape that...nothing going on. Sorry about that.
Emerson Newhouse Hearst (Jul 28, 2011 1:12:15 AM)
This is the good kind of nothing, though. Peaceful nothing.
Tasha Ribakov (Jul 28, 2011 1:13:17 AM)
*Shrugs, and leans her backside against the side of the bike* What do you do, End? Since you don't race.
Emerson Newhouse Hearst (Jul 28, 2011 1:14:07 AM)
I live off my trusts, mostly.
Emerson Newhouse Hearst (Jul 28, 2011 1:29:57 AM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Jul 28, 2011 1:36:50 AM)
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