Uri Loran | Number Four (fourthtodie) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-08-03 01:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | jamie loran, uri loran |
Who: Uri and Jamie Loran
What: A totally unnecessary talk about being aliens.
When: August 3rd, late night
Where:Jamie's apartment
Warnings: Foul language and possible violence. Let's be honest.
Uri knew there were easier ways to get from Wabash, IN to Albany, NY than the thirteen hour drive. He wasn't new to the whole reincarnate gig, he knew how to use the MTN. There was just something about it that he could never quite trust, no matter how many times Number Four explained to him why it was perfectly fine. Being instantly transported halfway across the country? Creepy. What if a part got lost somewhere in transit? Yeah, maybe it was a dumb fear (again, as Four told him), but for someone who was technically an alien he was really not okay with crazy advanced technology.
Besides that, sometimes it was nice to see the world outside of the river. Driving, he could crank up the radio and roll down the windows, and he and Bernie could both feel the wind in their faces. They'd made a day of it, starting off early in the morning and only stopping for lunch and bathroom breaks. Until they got off I-90 and into the city, Uri had almost forgotten exactly why it was he was driving. He'd rolled his window back up the second he got a whiff of city air, even though he left Bernie's down - the chimaera still seemed pretty interested in the traffic going by.
It had been a while since he'd visited Jamie, not since he'd helped her move in. He still remembered where her apartment was, though, and he pulled into an empty spot near her apartment a little over thirteen hours after he'd started driving. He grabbed his duffel bag (hopefully she'd offer him a spot on the couch, if not he'd made sure he had enough for a hotel room) and clipped Bernie's leash onto his collar. He whined a little, and Uri gave him a look. "You know you have to wear it. I don't know how strict they are with leash laws here, but I'm not risking it. Even if you can just turn into a lizard and slither away from the dog catchers. I still can't afford the fine."
That settled, he let Bernie tug him toward Jamie's apartment. The chimaera hit the door first, scrabbling at it with stubby claws. Uri leaned over him to knock, sharp and fast. If his sister couldn't figure out who it was by the combination of sounds, he'd be very ashamed of her.