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Whew. Ok. Current emergency over. I watch my six for the next few miles but I know I'm through. Mimi must have some sort of grudge against me... though I can't think of what for. Maybe just for daring to elude her. Not going to drive for you, not go…
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Who puts a machine gun on a bike? Not going to give her the satisfaction.... Let's dance. (Rolled: 2d6+4. Rolls: 5, 2. Total: 11) Minus her bikes speed.
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A wry grin spreads across my face as they see me and seem to commit to some sort of charge. Maybe this batch hasn't heard of me, you know I'm not that easy to catch, don'tcha boys? I wait just long enough for them to zero-in on my trajectory before…
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[CINCH] Hold 3 for reading the sitch. First question. Maybe only one that matters: ● Where’s my best escape route?
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[CINCH] Reading the sitch. +1 Sharp. +xp(2) (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 6, 5. Total: 12)
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Little slice of home, slipping into my driver's seat. The palms of my finger-gloves worn just so. I feel the warm slight stickiness on my back against the seat and as that engine charges and roars to life I finally feel right again. I keep the win…
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I hiss through my teeth, that stings. A hand on the back of my helmet at I crane my neck to speak up to Kerouac on the wall. "United Front? You got eyes on 'em Kay?" For Kerouac, and she clearly does, I don't doubt it. "Thanks for the heads-up. Tr…
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Ok. Already stoic from dealing with Lether, the sudden alarm gets me in a near emergency mode. With what Monkey warned me of, too... that alarm gets me moving. I hurry to the nearest door and heads-up to see what's going on. "What's the sitch…
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Uncomfortably close again but I try not to show it. I keep steady and talk into his chest like he ain't standing too-familiar close. He still holding a grudge against Monkey... over me. That was two years ago though. "Day trip, Lether. Consider i…
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"Be somethin' to see, Monkey... " I keep my head down as I pass the crew and the equipment. Some people probably wonder if I have eyes at all. Tip my head to the guards and toss my spent smoke outside the fuel refinery as I pass. Lether is good p…
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"Be somethin' to see, Monkey... " I whistle low at the mention of the big gun. In a way I kind of hope to see it, feel the shock as I drive white-knuckle through clouds of chaos. Monkey may catch me smiling. "But thanks for the heads-up... I…
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I stand and watch him. Always nervous when anyone's near my ride. Yeah. Concerned. I'm suddenly ancy, nervous and itching to be behind the wheel. Standing still is just getting old. "Saint... Anger?" little sarcasm in my voice. "He ain't subtle is …
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Yeah, ok. Should bother me. Doesn't really. I take the little pet and all in stride. We're cool, you know? Not lovers (any more) but something like soulmates linked by motor oil and steel. "Lether has the devil's luck at cards... we got what matter…
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It's obvious that Monkeywrench is losing it. Gotta get him to listen. I pull out a pack and tap two smokes easily into a hand, slip one into my mouth, the other into his, then a not-too-sharp pat-pat on his cheek to get his attention and turn his h…
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[CINCH] Manipulating Monkeywrench: hot+1(+xp) (Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 4, 2. Total: 7)
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I was just settling back in my chair, neck itching as hard-earned jingle gets scooped up on the table. Then tempers flare, in a moment I'm on my feet, shake my head and reach out to take Monkey by the wrist, "whew," I whistle, she sound of shared d…
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Who spoke up for you to get you in here? Who spoke up? You kiddin? I'm tight with Monkeywrench, the guy's straight-up in love with the machines. I don't trust too many hands on my ride and I make sure he gets a slice when I roll in. What was the hau…
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Cinch will pay 1-barter for lifestyle. Not too fancy.
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@June: How about weird to start. Let's see what makes you tick.
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[CINCH] Yeah, not proud, shit was tough in those first days, after the adrenaline burned off and I just had to you know, live. Overspent on my first tank, got ripped off at the trader's tent by some scamming kids, bought a few too many rounds at th…
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Reserved
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Reserved
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I pull out a small pocketbook from my jacket, and a pen, and write out a small note in my high, sharp and frankly, difficult professorial script. Sorry, Cinch. Juju moved data, gobs of it. Ridiculous. UF has a cybo-doc. Where from and where to? Why?…
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VEHICLES Road war moves Pp. 176 HER RIDE Is a former fps escort cruiser, custom and run through the gauntlet. Logos been sprayed over but there's no mistaking it. If you ask her how she got it, she just smiles her wickedly playful little smile and…
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So speedball isn't really a thing any more. The facility just isn't there and the power requirements to charge the playing field. Just too much. Others miss it more than I do so I try not to complain and Tabitha's got me started in Rugby which isn't…
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You're basically asking if I have a happy ending, or if I turn into the monster they think I am. Well. My brother is there. In ISO for his constant communications with me, for breaking the strict quarantine between adults and us kids just to bring m…
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Help. Anyone who's ever shown me kindness, or at least understanding. Yes, Priscilla, end even people like Lucas, who weren't perfect to me but who at least treated me as human... making human mistakes. Vengeance enters my mind, but I was never pus…
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I choose to leave something behind.
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Real fear. He's not being aggressive, but he's part of it. Now he is. "N... no... I have to go..." a panicked look up and down the hall. has it been five minutes? No... not even close, right? Running away: (+volatile) (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 4, 1. T…