( it's late afternoon. rush hour won't come for a few hours yet, but the wheels of two-ton semi-trucks scream down the street all the same. they move on auto-pilot, the drivers behind the steerage idle and uninterested as the crisp voices of gps navigations instruct on turns and lane changes. as the nearest one comes a hair too close, daisy ducks; a carefully executed barrel roll spares her life at the last second. she probably shouldn't have been trying to jaywalk across the expressway... but hey, as the crow flies, right?
when she rights herself, there's an audience. a girl with a jawline that could probably cut a bitch stops short on the sidewalk, flanked by another whose high ponytail and strong shoulders remind her of bobbi and a sole man who looks more like the white bread equivalent of the incredible hulk mid-transition than anyone who ought to be out on the streets right now. they're staring, though, and daisy can't help but feel a bit sheepish, a hand coming up to brush through the hair at the nape of her neck as her weight shifts from side to side. )
Uh. ( so eloquent. someone give the girl an oscar. ) What's up?
( she'd stay and chat, she would, but the incessant beeping in her ear that signals incoming chatter reminds daisy that she really, really needs to get a move on. there's an energy signature six blocks west that requires investigation, and her standard-issue boots happen to be the closest ones. stopping to play twenty questions probably isn't a good alternative. )
Actually, rain check. Tomorrow, same time, same place?
✈ catch me if you can.
when she rights herself, there's an audience. a girl with a jawline that could probably cut a bitch stops short on the sidewalk, flanked by another whose high ponytail and strong shoulders remind her of bobbi and a sole man who looks more like the white bread equivalent of the incredible hulk mid-transition than anyone who ought to be out on the streets right now. they're staring, though, and daisy can't help but feel a bit sheepish, a hand coming up to brush through the hair at the nape of her neck as her weight shifts from side to side. )
Uh. ( so eloquent. someone give the girl an oscar. ) What's up?
( she'd stay and chat, she would, but the incessant beeping in her ear that signals incoming chatter reminds daisy that she really, really needs to get a move on. there's an energy signature six blocks west that requires investigation, and her standard-issue boots happen to be the closest ones. stopping to play twenty questions probably isn't a good alternative. )
Actually, rain check. Tomorrow, same time, same place?