Abraham Bradley (Aug 25, 2011 12:06:33 AM)
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Sarah Myrtle (Aug 25, 2011 12:07:34 AM)
*She took in a deep breath and tried to rouse up some sort of bravery in her but she looked rather pale and unsure of herself when he asked that question.. *I suppose now is better then never... *though she clearly was not sure.. *
Abraham Bradley (Aug 25, 2011 12:14:02 AM)
*He watched her intensely, stepped closer, slowly closer, watching her reaction... somehow being amused and intrigued by it* Part of you at least, clearlly would like to go for this wild ride... or you would not have said yes... what is making you want to hold back?
Sarah Myrtle (Aug 25, 2011 12:19:11 AM)
*She seemed to stand still like the preverbial deer in head lights.. fianna kin deer.. Her eyes flickered up to the ball of intense rage filled tribe mate.. her palms lightly pressed against her jeans.. Before she tried to look down and make sure those shoe laces where tied*Im just well Ive never been on a bike, have you not been nervous before, uncertain of any thing? Surely you have felt fear.. *She looked up at him* True courage is when you face that which you fear, if you never fear how can you be courageous?
Abraham Bradley (Aug 25, 2011 12:21:31 AM)
*he grinned at that, and reached up to give her a pat on the shoulder* Truer words have never been spoken... now, lets go overcome the next fear on your list. *he chuckles richly at that, and heads towards the door*
Sarah Myrtle (Aug 25, 2011 12:24:11 AM)
*She followed him out locking the door behind her and then pocketing her keys.. She looked down the block where david lived seeing his lights still out the vehical still there she hoped him and his child where some where safe.. She looked towards the bike in the road infront of her house at this point and followed after abe*
Abraham Bradley (Aug 25, 2011 12:26:02 AM)
*Once to the bike, he opened one of the saddle bags and pulled out a smaller helmet than his, it was harley style not the full face mask rocket style helmet. He offered it to her as he locked the bag back up and then put his own helmet on as he got on the bike* Alright babe, just hang on to me, and everything will be just fine.
Sarah Myrtle (Aug 25, 2011 12:27:10 AM)
*She took it and looked at it.. Then looked up at him..* where is the thingy? *she asked motioning to the part that should go over the face*
Abraham Bradley (Aug 25, 2011 12:27:56 AM)
*he laughed a bit* Its not that style of helmet, this covers the important bits, but leaves the rest to feel the air rush around you.
Sarah Myrtle (Aug 25, 2011 12:29:40 AM)
*She looked up at him..* ohh well i suppose your much bigger then i am. i will be protected from the assulting buggs along the way yes?
Abraham Bradley (Aug 25, 2011 12:33:24 AM)
*he laughed richly at that* Come on, night's a waistin. *he kicked the stand up, and started the bike while waiting for her to get sat in and such* I promise, minimum number of bugs hitting your pretty lil face.
Sarah Myrtle (Aug 25, 2011 12:33:58 AM)
*She tried to get on the back of the bike without like holding onto him streaching one long jean clad leg over the seat and then had no choice but to hold onto his shoulders to get into position.. She was on the back of the bike and still rather akward at that.. She looked for something to hold onto*
Sarah Myrtle (Aug 25, 2011 12:34:54 AM)
*helmet on her head was not a problem as her hair was nicely wrapped in her scarf.. Slowly she slipped her hands onto his sides but held on as lightly as possidble*
Abraham Bradley (Aug 25, 2011 12:36:43 AM)
*He reached down with one hand, pulling her arms around him tight, so that she could lock her hands, he turned his head and said to her* Dont be bashful, hold on tight, if you are scared squeeze tighter. *with that he revved the engine once, then kicked it into gear to slowly start rolling, not going to fast to start with so she could get a feel for it first*
Sarah Myrtle (Aug 25, 2011 12:38:48 AM)
*when he pulled her hands around him her body became more snug against his back.. She nodded her head to him as he spoke over the rumble of the bike.. and her fingers latched together against his midsection as her helmet covered head pressed into his back and she closed her eyes like she would do as a child on a roller coaster*
Abraham Bradley (Aug 25, 2011 12:41:24 AM)
*once it seemed she had a good hold, he started speeding up, and in short order she would find they were on the highway, zipping along at 70mph. He was driving "safe" in his eyes, but might be terrifying to her... ducking in and out of traffic to not have to slow down, the speed slowly, oh so slowly krept to faster and faster numbers... settling in the mid 70s*
Sarah Myrtle (Aug 25, 2011 12:43:39 AM)
*the scent that rose in the air around her at such a close proximity was that of coconut, like a sun tanning lotion.. She would hold on to her own hands tightly the finger nails digging slightly into her palms as her knuckles became white in the grip.. She kept her eyes closed and tried to get the sound of the engine and the cars they where passing out of her head.. playing a song in her head that always seemed to calm her.. "rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens"*
Abraham Bradley (Aug 25, 2011 12:47:42 AM)
*After a good 20 minutes or so he gets off at an exit out of the town proper, back roads and such, where he really seems to let er rip, taking curves at not quite sane speeds and such. She could hear and feel him laugh at a few really nerve wracking points... also there was no doubt anymore that he does carry a big knife along his right side under the jacket and a big gun under his left arm, she could feel the outline of both as she hung on*
Sarah Myrtle (Aug 25, 2011 12:51:43 AM)
*She heard the laughter and felt the back roads beneith the bike.. She tightened her grip she could feel her stomache lodged in her throat.. she could not even move in position as she just held on for dear life and hoped it would not end abruptly in a accident.. A slip of the gravle.. She heard the stories she seen the news.. *
Abraham Bradley (Aug 25, 2011 12:55:23 AM)
*After a while, he pulls into a gas station, not to fill up, just for a break, he pulls to the side of the lot, away from other cars, and rumbles to a stop, he turns the bike off, but waits holding it upright to see her reaction and such... they were still a half hour or more drive back to her place*
Sarah Myrtle (Aug 25, 2011 1:01:31 AM)
*She was holding onto him and it took a few long moments before she even realised it was safe to move her hands unclenched from around him and she pulled slightly away from his back as she tried to just some calming breaths and get her barrings*
Abraham Bradley (Aug 25, 2011 1:05:24 AM)
*He pats her wrist gently as she pulled away* So, what ya think, babe? *asked as she got her barrings*
Sarah Myrtle (Aug 25, 2011 1:06:01 AM)
*she responded with* its terrifying
Abraham Bradley (Aug 25, 2011 1:09:36 AM)
But, was it fun? *he asked quietly* You held on pretty tight, get to enjoy it at all?
Sarah Myrtle (Aug 25, 2011 1:11:50 AM)
In a sort of terrifying way.. *She responded in a soft whispered voice.. She just never lied she couldnt seem to do it, brought up better then that.. Even if it seemed utterly embarassing to admitt being terrified of a bike ride that moved faster then the speed of light.. *
Abraham Bradley (Aug 25, 2011 1:14:14 AM)
*he reached down and patted her knee* Ill make a biker outta ya yet then. Now then, in this station there is a lil diner, they sell some of the best chicken fried steak that I have ever had, other than moms of course. Lets go get some food, hmmm?
Sarah Myrtle (Aug 25, 2011 1:16:06 AM)
*She smiled at him and used his shoulders to balance herself while she got down from the bike.. Then she removed the helmet and held it under her arm against her hip.. She had that soft friendly smile* sounds good i am sort of hungry..
Abraham Bradley (Aug 25, 2011 1:17:37 AM)
*he smiled at that, as he hopped off the bike, removing his own helmet as well..., he then put an arm around her shoulders and led her inside* So, what is your favorite home cooking style food?
Sarah Myrtle (Aug 25, 2011 1:21:54 AM)
*She thought about that question* ohhh there is so many, I think there is different styles for different seasons that are a persons favortie.. nothing better then barbaque in summer, and I would say i enjoy the beer festivals at the end of summer begining of fall then your all turkey and warm breads towards the middle of fall.. *did she just say beer was a home cooked food?* Then winter time is totaly italian.. keeps the house warm and cozy..
Abraham Bradley (Aug 25, 2011 1:23:49 AM)
*He groans a bit* Oh my, you just made me starvin, all that stuff is good. *he laughed a bit*
Sarah Myrtle (Aug 25, 2011 1:25:53 AM)
*She smiled brightly at him..*It does, beer festivals are coming up
Abraham Bradley (Aug 25, 2011 1:26:47 AM)
Is that an invitation? *he grinnned at her* Ill have to get you some biker duds if your gonna go to a festival on my cruiser with me.
Sarah Myrtle (Aug 25, 2011 1:27:12 AM)
Biker duds?
Abraham Bradley (Aug 25, 2011 1:27:55 AM)
*nods* Yeah, cute lil leather pants, vest, and all that. Some good boots for sure. Got to look the part *sage nod*
Abraham Bradley (Aug 25, 2011 1:29:05 AM)
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