Edie Williams (edie_williams) wrote in omega_rpg, @ 2008-07-21 19:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | edie, izzy |
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun
Who: Izzy and Edie
When: June 24th, late afternoon
Where: motel to ruins
Warnings: Do not attempt at home!
Izzy was sitting in the main office of the Motel, feet up on the desk, sketchpad in her lap, and Friday the 13th (another movie borrowed indefinitely from the video store) playing on the TV that she'd moved out of the back room. It was the first few scenes and she started laughing as the first two victims were murdered. "First rule of horror movies, asses. Don't get it on."
Edie walked into the motel office with her black cat Fog trotting at her heels. Her truck, now fixed, was packed with her belongings and the key to her room at the motel was clutched in her hand ready to be handed back to Izzy. "Oh, Friday the 13th," Edie commented as she saw the screen. "I love this movie." No matter how much Izzy shot down Edie's attempts at conversation, the blonde kept on trying. It wasn't in her nature to give up.
"Oh yeah, horror film afficianado?" Izzy replied, eyes still on the screen.
"I like them, yeah," Edie said, a small tinge of defensiveness in her voice. She leaned over the counter to get a better look at the screen.
Izzy used her foot to turn the television so Edie could see it better. "Oh, oh shit!" she exclaimed as Jason slashed up another victim. "Movies just don't have this pizazz anymore."
Edie shook her blonde head. "I would disagree," she said seriously, so intrigued with the discussion that she did not even register that Izzy turned the television so she could see better. "Have you seen Hatchet?"
Izzy let out a laugh as she remembered the movie. "Yeah, you've got a point. Definitely one of the better recent ones."
Now the girl realized she was having a conversation with Izzy. A real conversation. She controlled herself, however, and there was only a slight smile of recognition in her hesitation. "Oh, what about P2? I know some people you hated it and people you loved it. I loved it, personally. I thought it was clever. And the female lead was like kick ass."
"It was all right," Izzy said. "I prefer movies where blood and guts are flowing like River Styx."
"Ah," Edie smiled. "You're a Rob Zombie fan then. I prefer something smarter. I like the crazy gore stuff but you need a good story, right? At least a good gimmick. Freddy, the dreams and finger blades. Michael, the whole killer kid backstory. Jason, " Edie referenced the television screen, "and his mother."
"Yeah but you can get a good story and still have people being ripped in half," Izzy said. "Like Death Proof. Tarantino's all about the characterization."
"Well definitely," Edie said, perking up. "Death Proof is a smart horror movie. Plus, it's just fun." The blonde grinned, the edges of her lips twisting into something a little more wicked then what was usually seen in her sugar-infused demeanor. "Have you ever played 'Ship's Mast?" She was referring to the "game" played in the movie where someone is splayed on a hood of a car and hangs on to only two belts secured to the car door while someone drives as fast as they can.
Izzy glanced away from the screen. "No." She raised an eyebrow. "Have you?"
Edie raised her dark eyebrows and pursed her lips. "Well you know I'm from Kentucky. We get bored tipping cows." The blonde was making fun of the southern stereotypes (though she had gone cow tipping once) but it was also her way of telling Izzy that she had, in fact, had gone Ship Masting.
Edie's respect points jumped immensely at the admission. "Did you drive or actually do the deed?" Izzy asked, turning her chair to look at her fully.
The blonde crossed her arms over her chest and smiled. "Both." To be truthful Edie would have told Izzy that she only really did it because of a dare from her stupid brother Jackson who said she did not have guts to do it. After she did it, her legs shook for a week. It was still fun though and it was certainly fun driving when it was Jackson's turn.
"Sweet," Izzy said. "I wonder if there's any roads around here that would work for it..." The streets had been fairly empty since most people had left, and the roads out by the ruins might be enough to let them get up some decent speed.
Edie could feel her legs start to shake again but there was also the flush of excitement coloring her skin. "Really? You want to do it?" she asked, more eagerly than apprehensive.
"Why not?" Izzy said with a grin. "Not like there's anything else to do now."
Edie laughed. It was very true, she had just spent a hour swimming in a lake. "Okay. Let's do it." Her cat was lying on the floor, apparently content in his spot. No point in disturbing him. "Come on," she told izzy pushing herself off the counter.
"What car we going to use?" Izzy asked, flipping off the TV and standing to follow.
Edie squatted down to rub a finger underneath Fog's chin. "Let's just use my truck," she offered. It was a bit higher but that was okay. Only... "Unless there's something faster." She gave Fog one last stroke and rose from the purring feline.
Izzy smirked. "I might know something we could use." She headed out the door, looking over her shoulder at Edie. "How's your hotwiring skills?"
Edie raised an eyebrow. "I have no hotwiring skills," she responded. "But I have a feeling you just might have," Edie said amused.
Izzy and her friends had borrowed a car or two in their day. “Come on, the rides a few blocks in town.” She lead the way into a affluent looking residential section of the town.
Mr. Jenkins had had a midlife crisis a few months back. He was the talk of the town the day he'd driven home in a brand new silver Dodge Mustang - complete with red racing stripes. Izzy hadn't seen him or any of his family at the town meeting, nor had she seen the pretty car driving around, so she assumed the Jenkins had been out of town before the bombs had hit.
The house was still and silent, just like the majority of houses on the block, and the garage was shut. She led Edie around the house, finding the back door to the garage unlocked. She flicked on the light as they entered, revealing the beauty.
"Hello," Edie swooned, trotting up to the hood of the car. "Dodge Mustang, perfect." She ran her hand across the hood as if to coax it into good behavior when they were on top of it later. "My brother Jackson had a Mustang, a '93 Cobra bright red." It was a small reminiscence, one Edie quickly shook off and brought the conversation to the here and the now. "It's the one I played Ship's Mast on," she grinned across at Izzy. "So hotwire this gal up!"
Fortunately, Jenkins apparently hadn't been too worried about the security of his car, because the door was unlocked. Which was good, because Izzy wasn't all that good with getting into the cars, and she really hadn't wanted to break the windows on a car this nice. She took a seat in the car, legs hanging out the door as she pulled out the panel and wired the car. It roared to life, purring like a kitten, and Izzy grinned, sitting up. "So who's going first?" she asked.
"Rock, Paper, Scissors?" Edie suggested. She wasn't too keen on going first but she would never say that outloud. Especially to Izzy.
"That works," Izzy replied, holding up her fist.
Edie nodded. As she pounded her fist down in the air she recited, "Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot." Her hand stayed in the fist position.
Izzy went with paper. "Looks like it's me then," she said with a grin. She got out of the car. "Do you have a belt? Or will we have to go raid the house?" She put down the windows and unbuckled her own, fastening it around the window on the drivers side.
"Do I have a belt?" Edie echoed in mock disbelief. "Of course I do," she said patting her middle. She unclasped the buckle and traveled to the passenger side window to tie it snuggly around. She pulled it taught, testing it a couple of time with a quick successive jerks. She didn't want Izzy to go flying off, or herself for that matter. "You ready?" she asked, bending down to look at Izzy through the car.
"Let's do it," Izzy replied, moving over to the garage door and twisting the lock, pushing the door open to give them their freedom. She then went around and got into the passanger's side. "There's a pretty good strech of roads by the Old town ruins, and nobody goes over there anymore."
"Great." Edie said and hopped over into the driver's seat. When they were both settled in Edie pushed her boot down onto the gas and zoomed out of the garage (she needed to get a feel for the handling if she was going to be in charge of another's person's life.) The streets were empty, as usual, making it perfect to experiment with the car. She took a couple of fast loops around the block before asking Izzy the way to get to the Old Town ruins. It didn't take Edie long to get there.
Izzy smirked. "At least I know you're gonna give me a good ride." She sat up straighter as they arrived. "This road runs along the inside edge of the valley, it's a little winding but no sharp turns.It'll circle back around by the ruins after a while."
"Alright," Edie nodded and nudged Izzy with her elbow, hoping that the action wouldn't bother the girl. Just because Izzy was letting the blonde do something with her did not necessarily mean they could be friendly. She cleared her throat and quickly said, "Let's getting going, sugar."
"I'm no stuntwoman, so I guess I'll start out on the hood," Izzy said with a grin, not appearing offended by the elbow. She got out of the car, shutting the door and sliding onto the front with the belt from the passanger's side door in her left hand. "Want to hand me that belt?" she asked Edie, turning to peer at her through the windshield.
Edie bent forward, grabbing the belt and swinging it out the open window to Izzy. "If you get freaked out or if there's something wrong I want you to holler 'gophers' really loud, okay? 'Gophers' and I stop the car," she clarified. Edie could be adventurous and a risk-taker, but she tried to stop herself from being completely reckless.
Izzy started laughing. "Gophers?" she repeated. "Something goes wrong you're more likely to hear 'Oh fuck!'" She took the other belt and scootched down so she was laying on the hood of the car. "All right, Kentucky, let's do this!" she called.
Edie could feel the flush of heat accompany the smile on her face. Not because of what they were about to do - which, okay, was completely and utterly reckless - but because Izzy referred to her as 'Kentucky.' During the last couple of weeks the place of her birth had become much more than just one state out of fifty others for the blonde. Kentucky was family, Kentucky was happiness, Kentucky was her history and her heritage. In addition, for Edie to hear Izzy use it as a nickname? Wasn't that a sign of familiarity between friends? Izzy had just given Edie an open invitation to be proud... and loud.
"Yeeeehaaaaw!" she hollered as her left foot eased off the clutch and her right slammed onto the gas.
Izzy hung on for dear life, letting out a whoop as Edie kicked it into gear and started driving. The wind rushed in her face, and fortunately her hair was tied back, or she probably would be getting whipped by it. "Wooooooooooooo!" she cried, full of the adreneline rush as the car picked up more speed.
Edie zoomed down the road, fast and precise. She didn't want Izzy to go flying off the hood, but the car handled so well it was almost silly to be conservative in her speed. The blonde also figured that Izzy would be able to sense any sort of hesitation on her part and Edie couldn't very well disappoint her, now could she?
She decided they could make the loop around back to the ruins, that should be an adequate amount of time. They were about half way there.