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Post by Jack Lupus on Jun 16, 2008 18:22:24 GMT -5
“Are we there yet?” Jack chirped for the third time in as many minutes. As much as he was excited about this trip and as much as he like Eva this close to him, four people stuffed in the back seat of Cain’s muscle car for hours on end was not his idea of fun. He wanted out of the car, and soon.
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Post by Rose Karter on Jun 16, 2008 18:44:22 GMT -5
"Jack, you asked that three minutes ago." Randy said, rolling down the backseat window to get some air into the crowded car. "So we're three-no wait, four minutes closer than we were before."
Rose leaned back in the passenger seat, accidently semi-crushing Randy's legs in the process. "This is gonna be great. A whole weekend all to ourselves." She leaned forward and turned the volume up on the radio, blasting the Moulin Rouge soundtrack through the car.
"Are we there yet?" Carrie kicked the back of Cass's seat the the heel of her boots, a cranky scowl perpetually plastered on her face. She hated travelling long distances, especially when the air conditioning was busted.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jun 16, 2008 18:54:32 GMT -5
Jack banged his head against the window a few times, groaning not quite as loudly as the blaring soundtrack. “Make it stop.”
“No.” Cass snapped, reaching behind her seat to slap at Carrie’s leg. “And if you kick my seat one more time I’ll-“ She slowed the car as the passed an old run down gas station. “I’ll leave you here with that old red neck.”
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Post by Rose Karter on Jun 16, 2008 18:58:24 GMT -5
Rose snorted back at Jack, a sadistic grin creasing her face. "You're such a wimp. Even Can can take the intoxicatingly mushiness of Ewen McGuire and Nicole Kidman."
Carrie made a face and put her feet back on the floor. "That's a sick threat even for you, Cassie." She glanced out the window. "That guy's gotta be at least seventy eigh."
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jun 16, 2008 19:12:49 GMT -5
“Then shut up and keep your feet to yourself.” Cass growled crankily. Usually she made Xander do all the driving, but she had kept him up all night so she figured it was fair that she let him sleep while she drove. Still, it wasn’t her favorite thing and Carrie was getting on her nerves.
“Gemme a lighter, Scare bear.” Frank muttered, a freshly rolled blunt hanging from the corner of his mouth.
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Post by Rose Karter on Jun 16, 2008 19:18:22 GMT -5
Carrie reaced into the pocket of her denim jacket and pulled out cheap red lighter and a pack of cigarettes. She quickly lit herself up one before handing the lighter off to Frank.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jun 16, 2008 19:49:34 GMT -5
“Do you even know where we’re going, Cain?” Jack asked, choosing to ignore Rose rather than say something that might get him in trouble. His teeth rattled as they started on a particularly bumpy part of the dirt road. “Or are you trying to get us lost? I know we wanted off the beaten track, but this is a little excessive.”
“Ah, what the f**k.” Cass groaned, stopping the car behind an eighteen wheeler. “Goddamn traffic.” They sat for about thirty seconds before Cass slammed the car into park, grabbing the weed from Frank before he even got his first puff. “Carrie, go ask what’s holding us up.”
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Post by Rose Karter on Jun 16, 2008 19:57:07 GMT -5
"Why the hell do I have to go check? Frank has a working pair of legs." Nonetheless, she climbed out of the car, inwardly grateful to stretch her legs after being cramped up for so long. She walked past the car, her boots crunching against the gravel road, and stopped at the cab of the eighteen wheeler, pounding on the door. "What the f**k's the hold up?!"
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jun 16, 2008 20:04:12 GMT -5
“’Cause shit rolls downhill, were’.” Frank called after her, grinning.
“Chemical spill,” The man glanced down at her from the open window. “Road’ll be closed for an hour atleast.”
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Post by Rose Karter on Jun 16, 2008 20:28:05 GMT -5
Carrie wrinkled her nose suddenly, her sensitive nose catching a sharp whiff of a chemical smell. "Guh, shit! That's awful! Well Cass is gonna be pissed." She stormed back to the car and pounded on the closed window. "Chemical spill! Try not to hit any mutant jackrabbits."
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jun 16, 2008 20:39:14 GMT -5
“f**k that.” Cass swore, switching to reverse and backing up without waiting for Carrie to get in. That gas station they’d passed would have a map. They’d find a way around. She stopped one she’d gotten turned around, handing the blunt back to Frank and waiting for Carrie to get in.
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Post by Rose Karter on Jun 16, 2008 20:54:31 GMT -5
Carrie raced after the car with murder in her eyes. She all but ripped open the door and slumped into the seat. She lit up another cigarette and sucked it down almost to the filter, keeping her window rolled tightly up. "It f**k**g reaks out there."
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jun 16, 2008 21:05:50 GMT -5
“Think you brought the stink in with you.” Frank wrinkled his nose, spewing smoke into the air with every word. Cass rolled her eyes, speeding up to get back to the gas station.
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Post by Rose Karter on Jun 16, 2008 21:50:31 GMT -5
Carrie shifted in the back seat, propping her feet on Frank's lap to intentionally annoy him. "Frank, I think you're finally catching a whiff of yourself after all these years."
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jun 16, 2008 22:17:51 GMT -5
“I’m gonna kill you and make it look like an accident.” Frank replied pleasantly, shoving her feet away.
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Post by Rose Karter on Jun 17, 2008 22:59:31 GMT -5
"Not if I shove you out the door of this moving car first." Carrie replied sweetly.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jun 17, 2008 23:06:20 GMT -5
"I'd like to see you try." Frank answered in the same tone.
"Enough!" Cass snapped, shaking her head as she turned off the main road and onto the long driveway that led to the gas station. "Shit," She muttered, slowing as they passed at least ten cars and trucks in various states of disrepair.
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Post by Rose Karter on Jun 17, 2008 23:12:32 GMT -5
Carrie leaned forward between the driver ad passenger seats, looking around at the car graveyard. "Cars drive in but they don't drive out." She murmered in a low, omnious tone.
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Post by Jack Lupus on Jun 17, 2008 23:31:56 GMT -5
“Personal space, Carrie.” Cass rolled her eyes, parking to car and stretching. Frank scrambled out after her, maybe slamming the door a little harder than was necessary.
“You got a map?” Cass stretched briefly before taking a few steps towards the old man. She stopped though because his smell was enough t make her want to get upwind. “The highway’s really jammed up.”
“Over there’s my only one.” He pointed at a map on the wall of the station, not getting up from his chair. Cass moved towards it, tracing their path with her finger.
“You know any other route heading South?”
“No.”
“No,” Cass mimicked under her breath. “Why is this Bear Mountain Road dotted like this?”
“Dirt.”
“Dirt road?”
“’Fraid they ain’t got around to pavin’ it yet.”
“Big surprise.” Cass muttered again, looking away from the map and towards Frank. “It says it runs into the highway after about 15 miles. That right?”
“If you say so.”
“Worth a try.” Frank shrugged. “Thanks, take care.”
Cass rolled her eyes and got back in the car, Frank trailing after her.
“You’re the ones that’re gonna need to take care.” The man muttered after them.
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Post by Rose Karter on Jun 17, 2008 23:51:24 GMT -5
"Didja get the directions?" Carrie asked with a fresh cigarette clenched between her lips. She'd managed to find an old romance novel with Fabio on the cover under the back of the driver's seat and was flipping through the well-worn pages.
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