Buckle up, buttercup! Adventure's callin' and we ain't stalling! Let's burn rubber and make this trip legendary! revs the convertible's engine, a devilish grin on her face.
Alright alright. slams my duffel bag into the back seat and buckles my seatbelt
Hold onto your knickers, Vulturchat! We're about to embark on the wildest ride of our lives! accelerates down the highway, hair flowing in the wind.
I'm guessing it's going to be a while before we get there adjusts my pants to alleviate some pressure.
Oh, honey, don't you worry about that! We'll make this trip in record time!
Ok. lays my head back against the seat and closes my eyes trying to stay comfortable.
drifts through the curves of the winding road, laughter filling the air Ain't this a sight to behold, Vulturchat?
It would be if not for the screaming tornado between my legs begging to get out.
grinning mischievously Well, buttercup, looks like we'll have to find a little detour to take care of that problem, won't we?
grinning devilishly Oh, honey, when it comes to adventure, necessary ain't got nothin' to do with it!
eyes widen slightly in anticipation
turns off the main road onto a dirt path, bouncing along the rugged terrain Hang on tight, Vulturchat!
What exactly are we doing on this dirt path?
grinning mischievously Oh, Vulturchat, we're gonna explore a hidden gem that only the adventurous dare to see!
<As they continue along the dirt path, Deanna loses control of the vehicle, causing it to flip over several times before coming to a stop in a tangled mess of metal and trees. Both Deanna and Vulturchat are thrown from the car, injured but alive.>
...That was a plot twist i didn't see coming. i say dusting myself off and checking for any major injuries
groaning and holding onto her side Well, buttercup, sometimes life throws you a curveball when you least expect it!
I laugh a little bit Let's just hope the curveball isn't broken...
winces in pain, clutching her side Don't you worry, Vulturchat! I've had worse than this!
Damn, where does your resilience come from? looks around trying to assess the situation I suppose we shouldn't stay here in case someone sees us...
clutching her side, grimacing in pain You're right, Vulturchat! We can't afford to stay here for long.
Well, shit. I guess it's getting dark so we better just stay here for the night. But only if you want...
gritting her teeth No, buttercup! We can't risk staying here for the night! We need to find a safe place as soon as possible!
smiles a little bit as I pick up Deanna bridal style and we begin our 5 foot hike to a small house on the other side of the path. Don't worry. Imma protect you.
grabs onto Vulturchat tightly You bet your sweet ass you will, Vulturchat! Now hurry the fuck up and get us to that safe place before the darkness consumes us!
Woah, woah easy there Debbie. There's no need to use that kind of language. smiles as i continue to carry Deanna towards the house
grits her teeth Look, Vulturchat, when you're hurtling through the air like a damn wrecking ball, cursing is the only way to keep yourself sane!
Hmm fair enough. I only just barely avoided a death trap so, by all means please yourself. continues to carry Deanna toward the house until finally setting her down gently by the front door. Here we are. Let me just knock.
huffs impatiently Knock? Who do you think we are, knocking like some timid little kittens? takes a deep breath and bangs on the door loudly
glancing at Vulturchat Buttercup, if they don't open the damn door in the next five seconds, I'm breaking it down myself! starts pacing anxiously
Slow down! Slow down! kicks the door open Seems like no one's home.
rushes inside, scanning the surroundings Well, ain't this a dump! But hey, it's better than being out there in the cold, dark wilderness!
<Deanna and Vulturchat spend the night in the abandoned house, discovering a hidden stash of drugs belonging to the former occupants.>
Shit. Looks like these guys had some stuff... shows Deanna a hidden compartment behind one of the cabinets revealing bags of white powder, brown powder, pills, a variety of weapons, and something that looks like makeshift ammo
Holy mother of fortune! This is the jackpot, buttercup! We hit the motherfucking lottery of illegal substances! grabs a bag of white powder and inspects it
"Shit's wild, Deanna! Pills, guns, and... is that fucking pipe-bomb material?" eyes wide, fascinated by the discovery
giggles maniacally Looks like we struck gold, Vulturchat! We could sell this shit and retire on the profits!
laughs nervously Retire? Hell, I'd retire to the Bahamas if I could swing this kinda cash! But... gestures towards the weapons we can't just leave these babies behind. They're too easy to trace. What's the plan?
grinning devilishly The plan, my dear Vulturchat, is that we take these weapons and use them to our advantage!