Camille Noir
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Okay, that sounds good. I was wondering how you pictured the aliens looking? And how many are there going to be?
Natasha gave him a smile before heading to her car, she snatched up the messenger bag she had in the passenger seat for the drive before locking up the car. She muttered a quiet "Thank you" to him as she climbed up into the passenger seat of his truck. She couldn't help but internally marvel over the amount of chivalry she had been shown in the one encounter. She couldn't help when her nose crinkled a bit at the unfamiliar song that came on after Randal started the car, but overall his country boy charm was proving enjoyable.
Her mouth twitched from her holding back a smile at him calling her "ma'am" again. She normally thought of it as something to be a title for women who were quite a bit older than her, but coming from him it was actually endearing.
"Well, right now I live in New York, but actually my mother is from Alabama," Natasha answered. Gesturing behind them, she added, "My aunt and cousins live a couple of hours out that way. One of my cousins just got married and I was down here for the wedding. Usually, it's them coming to see us though, so this is the first time I've been out here."
She noticed the growing smoothness in the road, telling her that they were getting closer to their destination. Not that she didn't see the potential appeal in living in a small community, but Natasha was definitely a city girl. Even driving so for long without seeing much change had been a bit unsettling for her, although it wasn't awful or mind blowing. "I basically slept the day away and then left late tonight - well, last night, I suppose - thinking that that way I could drive straight and reach New York by evening, but that obviously wasn't in the cards."
Smiling at him, she asked, "Do you live out here? I mean, I can tell you're southern but yours isn't the thickest accent I've heard all week either, so it made me wonder."
Her mouth twitched from her holding back a smile at him calling her "ma'am" again. She normally thought of it as something to be a title for women who were quite a bit older than her, but coming from him it was actually endearing.
"Well, right now I live in New York, but actually my mother is from Alabama," Natasha answered. Gesturing behind them, she added, "My aunt and cousins live a couple of hours out that way. One of my cousins just got married and I was down here for the wedding. Usually, it's them coming to see us though, so this is the first time I've been out here."
She noticed the growing smoothness in the road, telling her that they were getting closer to their destination. Not that she didn't see the potential appeal in living in a small community, but Natasha was definitely a city girl. Even driving so for long without seeing much change had been a bit unsettling for her, although it wasn't awful or mind blowing. "I basically slept the day away and then left late tonight - well, last night, I suppose - thinking that that way I could drive straight and reach New York by evening, but that obviously wasn't in the cards."
Smiling at him, she asked, "Do you live out here? I mean, I can tell you're southern but yours isn't the thickest accent I've heard all week either, so it made me wonder."
Yeah, okay
Yeah, of course. If you want to get straight to the dialogue, we can start when one of our characters finds where the other has been laying low to talk about how they had both been cheated and devise a course of action.
No problem. That being said, big picture coming your way. I couldn't find a smaller version of the same one. Sorry about the delay, I got spontaneously asked to watch my niece and it kind of slowed all of my replying down because she wouldn't go to sleep. Hope you don't mind that I added that thing about New York there.
Name: India Romero
Age: 23
Appearance:
Personality: To those she isn't close to, India comes off as almost too serious and poised. Though she carries herself with a measured calm, she usually enjoys a life free of limits and detests anything that might box her in. Although generally good natured, she is outspoken if not mouthy, freely offers hints of her intellect and is known to be blunt.
Bio: India, or Dia for short, was originally born in Madrid, Spain into a wealthy family. With private tutors her entire life, India received advanced education as well as training in high-society behavior. She speaks three languages and his attempting to learn a fourth. Due to her family's questionable business ventures, India was also trained to fight and protect herself from a very young age. However, she learned the art of theft from a friend of her father's who noticed her aptitude for handling risky business. She moved to New York at 18 years old for college, and worked with a partner while in college before the partnership was broken.
Name: India Romero
Age: 23
Appearance:
Personality: To those she isn't close to, India comes off as almost too serious and poised. Though she carries herself with a measured calm, she usually enjoys a life free of limits and detests anything that might box her in. Although generally good natured, she is outspoken if not mouthy, freely offers hints of her intellect and is known to be blunt.
Bio: India, or Dia for short, was originally born in Madrid, Spain into a wealthy family. With private tutors her entire life, India received advanced education as well as training in high-society behavior. She speaks three languages and his attempting to learn a fourth. Due to her family's questionable business ventures, India was also trained to fight and protect herself from a very young age. However, she learned the art of theft from a friend of her father's who noticed her aptitude for handling risky business. She moved to New York at 18 years old for college, and worked with a partner while in college before the partnership was broken.
Okay, so it definitely was bad. Natasha couldn't tell if he was judging her at all, nothing really stood out in his demeanor, but she thought he most likely was. If the roles were reversed, she probably would be. Her brow furrowed in indecision as she thought over the options. She was unsure which choice would be the best to make, given the circumstances of it being so late. She'd already lost a solid three hours of progress on her journey back home, so at this point, the fastest option wasn't necessarily the most important.
"Well..." Natasha started to try and formulate an answer, but she was interrupted by the sirens getting louder. The lights were now visible, and she watched silently as the car approached and sped past. It was clear that Randal knew the officer that was driving, but she didn't bother asking as there were still bigger concerns on her plate.
The police car speeding by reminded her that staying out at this time of night in an area with no street lighting definitely wasn't her best option, even if he came right back. Getting into a car with a stranger was a strict no-go in the city, but she could see how in a smaller town area it would be considered more hospitable. On one hand, she didn't want to leave her car sitting out, but on the other hand, even with as little as she knew about cars, she could tell that trying to drag her car along in that old truck was going to make the trip to get the oil a little less smooth.
"Well, I guess I'll just ride with you to get the oil and then we'll see what happens after you change it," Natasha finally decided. Feeling a little guilty and self-conscious, she added, "Thanks so much again for doing this. It's so late, you must just want to get home."
"Well..." Natasha started to try and formulate an answer, but she was interrupted by the sirens getting louder. The lights were now visible, and she watched silently as the car approached and sped past. It was clear that Randal knew the officer that was driving, but she didn't bother asking as there were still bigger concerns on her plate.
The police car speeding by reminded her that staying out at this time of night in an area with no street lighting definitely wasn't her best option, even if he came right back. Getting into a car with a stranger was a strict no-go in the city, but she could see how in a smaller town area it would be considered more hospitable. On one hand, she didn't want to leave her car sitting out, but on the other hand, even with as little as she knew about cars, she could tell that trying to drag her car along in that old truck was going to make the trip to get the oil a little less smooth.
"Well, I guess I'll just ride with you to get the oil and then we'll see what happens after you change it," Natasha finally decided. Feeling a little guilty and self-conscious, she added, "Thanks so much again for doing this. It's so late, you must just want to get home."
We could write out the events at the landing sight, I think. Would we start from when the comet struck or from where we are now?
Matthieu Simon
Seventeen
Transfer Student
Olivia Navarro
Seventeen
Star Student / Blackmailed
India Callaghan
Eighteen
Childhood Friend / Beard
She took the flashlight without a word and stood next to him, holding it up for him. The light illuminated him a little better, allowing her to make out that he was blonde and had an attractive face, but past that point she turned her attention to what he was doing with the engine.
Initially, she couldn't really tell what there was of importance to look at, so a part of her was worried that she was aiming it oddly. Fortunately, he soon started moving his hands, and so she tried to be more direct by pointing the flashlight where was touching. She wanted to ask him about what he was doing, but she kept silent because he seemed to know better than her what to look for, and she didn't want to irritate or distract him.
"Er..." she was startled by the question, and somewhat more startled by the fact that at first she couldn't quite remember the answer to the question. She paused for a moment, hoping all the while that the pause didn't make her look like an idiot, but she eventually recalled. "Around 18 months ago, I would say. Is that very bad?"
The siren's made Natasha look around, even though she couldn't pinpoint which direction they were coming from any better than he could. she couldn't see any red and blue lights, but they still sounded pretty nearby. Sirens starting up at this time of night wasn't too uncommon either New York or London, but she had no idea what that would mean for a town as small as this one. "Is that something we should be worried about at all? "
Initially, she couldn't really tell what there was of importance to look at, so a part of her was worried that she was aiming it oddly. Fortunately, he soon started moving his hands, and so she tried to be more direct by pointing the flashlight where was touching. She wanted to ask him about what he was doing, but she kept silent because he seemed to know better than her what to look for, and she didn't want to irritate or distract him.
"Er..." she was startled by the question, and somewhat more startled by the fact that at first she couldn't quite remember the answer to the question. She paused for a moment, hoping all the while that the pause didn't make her look like an idiot, but she eventually recalled. "Around 18 months ago, I would say. Is that very bad?"
The siren's made Natasha look around, even though she couldn't pinpoint which direction they were coming from any better than he could. she couldn't see any red and blue lights, but they still sounded pretty nearby. Sirens starting up at this time of night wasn't too uncommon either New York or London, but she had no idea what that would mean for a town as small as this one. "Is that something we should be worried about at all? "
Natasha wouldn't allow any apprehension to overtake her relief as she watched the truck slow down, raising a hand to shield her eyes as it's high beams lit up herself and her surroundings. If she had let this person pass, then what was to guarantee that another car didn't drive up with someone much more dangerous at the wheel? Not to mention that she wouldn't be able to stay in the same situation long before the hazards drained her car's battery.
The guy that stepped out of the old truck wasn't huge, which helped to alleviate some residual worry. Despite the short distance between them, she still couldn't tell much more about him than that in the dark. A lifetime of sports, namely soccer, meant that she might at least have a chance running away. Appreciating his efforts to show himself as harmless, Natasha also hadn't forgotten how she herself must look, standing outside alone in the dark. She smiled at the stranger as he spoke, trying to make herself look as unsuspicious as possible.
"Please, that would be very helpful," Natasha answered calmly. She wasn't from the area, having been raised in a very far off larger city most of her life, but she happened to have an accent herself. Although her mother was originally from this small town area and her father was Russian, Natasha was born in London and lived there until she moved to New York for university years ago.
She waited until he was closer to hold her hand out for a handshake. "I'm Natasha Velev. Thanks so much for stopping. I don't really know what's wrong. I mean, the check engine light came on quite a while ago, but I couldn't really do anything about it."
The guy that stepped out of the old truck wasn't huge, which helped to alleviate some residual worry. Despite the short distance between them, she still couldn't tell much more about him than that in the dark. A lifetime of sports, namely soccer, meant that she might at least have a chance running away. Appreciating his efforts to show himself as harmless, Natasha also hadn't forgotten how she herself must look, standing outside alone in the dark. She smiled at the stranger as he spoke, trying to make herself look as unsuspicious as possible.
"Please, that would be very helpful," Natasha answered calmly. She wasn't from the area, having been raised in a very far off larger city most of her life, but she happened to have an accent herself. Although her mother was originally from this small town area and her father was Russian, Natasha was born in London and lived there until she moved to New York for university years ago.
She waited until he was closer to hold her hand out for a handshake. "I'm Natasha Velev. Thanks so much for stopping. I don't really know what's wrong. I mean, the check engine light came on quite a while ago, but I couldn't really do anything about it."
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