THE MOD TEAM (paramods) wrote in parabolical, @ 2007-12-08 23:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | charlie mcgee |
11/21 (city streets) - Astaroth, Charlie McGee.
WHO: Astaroth, Charlie McGee
WHERE: the city streets
WHEN: November 21st, early morning
WHAT: the firestarter arrives in LA
RATING: TBA
STATUS: COMPLETE
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CHARLIE MCGEE
Charlie, ultimately, didn't know why her motorcycle had stopped working. She had gassed up not long before, so she knew that wasn't the problem. There hadn't been any smoke or strange noises coming from the bike either, so she didn't think she'd broken anything. It was as though the moment she hit the Los Angeles City Limits sign the thing had just stopped working.
Still, that was definitely not the weirdest experience the young woman had ever had, so she didn't worry too much about it. She just got the bike to the nearest autoshop and had left it parked out front with a small note slid under the door explaining that, if it was still there when the owner of the shop found the note, she'd come back for it and pay to have it fixed. Charlie highly doubted it would still be there. She also didn't care as the bike wasn't technically hers to begin with, anyway.
Tossing her backpack that contained everything that mattered to her over her shoulder, she headed off into the darkened city streets without a care in the world. Thanksgiving was but a few days away, but that mattered little to her. When you didn't have any family or friends, you tended to not care about a family and friend oriented holiday. Her only concern was, due to the date and lateness of the hour, she might not be able to find a hotel that was open so she could get a room. Still, she'd figure something out. She always did.
Unzipping her leather jacket as the weather was a lot less chilly when you weren't riding at breakneck speeds, the blonde headed toward what looked to be an area with civilization. Sure enough within a half a block she was approached by what looked to be a bum, asking if she had a light for his cigarette. She smirked and snapped her fingers, the end of the smoke lighting instantly. The guy gave her a funny look and muttered his thanks, along with a proclamation to stop drinking. With a waggle of her fingers she continued on her way, marveling at how calm the man seemed to be at her little 'trick'.
Maybe, she thought, Los Angeles wasn't as dull as it first seemed. Maybe at long last she'd found a place where she might fit in, as much as was possible at least. And if not, she'd get her bike fixed and head on down the road. Either possibility was an option. It wasn't as though she had anything better to do... besides find some source of entertainment in a town that, for all the hype, seemed to be dearly lacking at the moment.