Alanna Faulman (flighty_munk) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-09-10 11:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-26 |
Now, now there's no need to swear
Who: Alanna and Layla
Where: Parking lot near the park
When: Early evening (like, six-ish)
Nothing cleared Alanna's mind and calmed her more than a good run. It had been several days since she had had any run-ins with the snakes and had only scented the one in passing. So she was telling herself. In reality she caught the odd whiff of Zach, who had no reason to be around and was never there when she looked. Maybe she was starting to lose her mind or give into some sort of a paranoia, but at least she was going to school and work regularly now instead of keeping herself closed up inside. That was not healthy. And besides, the living room had a distinct smell of fish that she was deliberately not thinking about. Along with the vampires and their disposal to killing. No, not thinking about it. Reaching up to wipe the sweat off her forehead, Alanna finished her cool downs and let out a satisfied groan as she straightened and reached for her car door.
Which was locked. Eh, no big, looked like she was starting to remember to do those things that her mother had always been getting on her case about when she was at home. Lock the doors, lock the car, stop leaving your keys laying around on the counter. Etc. The redhead dug into her pockets and frowned when all she found was her iPod. Well that was weird. She always kept her keys in her pocket... and it was not like she carried a purse around... huh. Digging around for a little longer, even turning her pockets inside out, Alanna sighed as she realized that she had probably left them in the - yep, there they were, sitting right on the drivers seat. "I have no luck," the were complained as she tried the door again. Nothing. Muttering under her breath she tried the other three doors and still... nothing. "Oh, I'll just call..." And there was her cellphone, right in-between the seats, probably laughing at her.
Alanna glared at her car. She had just jogged for seven miles and there was no way she was running back into town. She was getting into that car. People did it all the time without keys! Maybe she could like, pry the window open... five minutes later she had a sturdy stick in hand and was trying to do just exactly that. Until the stick shattered and sent her crashing to the ground with a few splinters in her hair, blinking wide-eyed at her car. "You did that on purpose." She was accusing the car. Oooohhh, better yet, she could blame her mom for finally getting through to her about locking the doors! She was going to call and complain about that the second she had her phone in hand.
...hey wait, people were always complaining about mice getting into their cars, right? (Really they never did, just about how they made nests in their engines) Maybe there was a way into the car through the engine! And she was no mouse, but she could be a chipmunk so maybe if she scurried through the inner workings she would find her way in...
Fifteen minutes later there was a very human, very disgruntled Alanna who had oil in her hair and was swearing up and down that never, ever again was she going to try and put her were-dom to good use. "I just... need a bigger stick... or to be a bird." Hey now there was an idea, why couldn't Jamie have been a falcon or something?