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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 12:47 pm
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Mark reluctantly followed her out the door, pausing only to fiddle with the doorknob until he was sure it had locked.
They found Cybil checking under the hood of an ancient blue car, for which 'junkheap' might have actually been a kind description. She was fiddling with the engine, and her hands were already covered in black stuff.
"Come on, you were working last week...!" she was muttering at it while they approached.
Mark looked at it skeptically. "Does that thing actually run under its own power?"
"Sometimes. When it feels like it. Occasionally. Damn it!" Cybil snapped, kicking the tire as she slammed the hood down - and just then, the engine roared into life.
"Ah. There we go. Hop in, it shouldn't die now that it's started," she said, climbing behind the wheel.
Still eyeing it, Mark gestured to Miranda. "Ladies first."
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 12:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 1:28 pm
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"Well, that is a handy side benefit," Mark said cheerfully, following Miranda, but choosing to climb into the front seat beside Cybil - and dodging a good-natured whack for his words. "Ow! Well, it's true!"
Cybil sighed. "Insults. I get nothing but insults." With a creaking, clanking growl, the car dragged itself out of the parking spot and began to lurch towards the road. "It can go just fine. It just makes some noise."
'Some' noise was the equivalent of calling a tornado a 'nice breeze'.
Mark, wincing through the whole cacophony of squeals and bangs and shrieks, glanced back at Miranda. "Man, I'm not even worried about the apocalypse anymore. If we can survive Cyb's junkheap, we can survive anything."
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 4:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 10:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 10:29 pm
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Cybil scowled. "There's absolutely nothing wrong with the old thing," she defended her old pile of garbage. "It's a little noisy, but you get used to it, and it runs okay." Aside from the dinky taillight, and the spongy brakes, and the accelerator that took a full minute to respond to her pressure, and the bumper that was falling off and tended to scrape the asphalt, and the stuttery engine and the overheating radiator and...Well, it ran, and that was something! Besides, it wasn't like she could afford any better, not on the little money she was making.
"It wasn't that bad," she muttered, coming up to walk with Miranda as she swung back her blonde hair. "And it's way too far to walk back anyway."
Mark's lips twitched slightly, but he came up on Cybil's other side and didn't say anything. The Junker was better than any mode of transportation he owned, and that meant that he had no room to complain.
He glanced at Miranda. "So what exactly do you look for in your shiny things?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 11:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 11:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 10:01 pm
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Once upon a time there was a girl You really wouldn't call her typical Had her own definition of cool She lived in her own world
Miranda shook her head. "My crystal sheet didn't have a frame. Flat works best, but other than that, shape doesn't matter. I prefer oval but that's simply because it sits better in my hands. About this is the ideal size, but I can work with whatever." She held up her hands, showing about dinner plate size.
Hearing Cybil, she paused, her head tilting to the side. "No....But then again, my abilities lie in sight, not feeling." She shook her head. "I'm extremely limited at times. But if you say there's something here, then there probably is." She thought for a moment. "Can you pick out the direction? We should probably check it out."
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She had her own style, her own rules She played along like it was usual Nobody really even knew her name To her life was one big game
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 6:33 pm
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"But it doesn't really matter," replied Mark dryly as he moved over towards a table full of junk. "Or anything." It was hard to tell if he was teasing, but he probably was, judging from Cybil's suppressed grin.
Cybil seemed to have drawn back, looking at Miranda quickly. "I don't have feeling-related abilities either," she pointed out. "Except in the middle of a vision. So this is something else." She sighed. "Or maybe I'm just nuts. That works too."
Mark, sorting through the stuff on the table, noticed a girl at the table next to him standing up and dusting off her hands. Giving up on the things at his table, he made his way over to the one she was standing at and gave her a quick, engaging grin. "Hi. What's in these, do you know?" he asked, nodding at the milk cartons of stuff on the table.
If someone else had gone through it, then he wouldn't have to.
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Once upon a time there was a girl You really wouldn't call her typical Had her own definition of cool She lived in her own world
Miranda blushed at Mark's teasing. At least, she hoped it was just teasing. "I'm not very picky, alright? So long as it works, it works. Doesn't really matter." She said in her defense, rubbing her arm.
She sighed and looked around the place, then back to Cybil. "I don't know. But judging from everything that's happened, I'm gonna lean towards 'something important' and not just 'nuts'. So if we can get a lock on it, that would be good." She wandered a step off from Cybil, to look at another table of junk.
Idly, she picked up a mirror, tilting it this way and that as she examined it. She didn't like mirrors, but in a pinch they would work. She caught sight of Mark and another girl in the mirror. As she tilted it, Mark's image vanished to be replaced by other tables and such. The girl though.....Her image stayed. Miranda frowned, staring at the mirror. She made her mind relax, focusing on the image. Her eyes went hazy as she stared at the mirror blankly, seeing what only she could see. The background disappeared, leaving just the girl. Then slowly, one by one, Mark, Cybil, and even herself appeared with the girl, standing strong together. The image quickly faded and she set the mirror down, looking to Mark and the girl again. Looking thoughtful, she headed towards them.
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She had her own style, her own rules She played along like it was usual Nobody really even knew her name To her life was one big game
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