End of the Road RP

Isobel looked shaky, "Im not feeling well, Im sorry. Can you just let me out? You don't have to wait or anything just," she covered her mouth with her hand and held her breath as a wave of nausea hit her. "Just I forgot I don't do well in vehicles. Thank you for helping me, but please let me out."

Wow how terrible could she be? These nice people picked her up and here she was only slowing them down. Maybe if she got out now, she could still find shelter before the storm caught up to them. The car had lent her a couple of hours. She would make good use of them.

 

" Hey, are you doing ok?" The girl on the seat next to her looked almost as if she was going to have a panic attack. " Emmett I think you really need to stop the car." "Fast"

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" Not one for asking questions? " the smile that had been momentarily cracked when she answered came back into his face again. " Maybe you're not asking questions but you're definitely looking for answers. Would it have been so much better if I had the decency to lie about my name like everyone else?"
He was assessing the woman internally for a second. She was oddly direct and seemed to have complete power in this place. On top of that she was intelligent.
But why should he care? If she had a secret back room for dealing with bandits or doing even more obscure stuff like every second bar did nowadays that was hardly any of his business right now. If she had any dirt on her it could even become his advantage if it came to any conflict in here. Having blackmail was always a way to ensure people were telling the truth after all.
His posture and expression tightened as he reached into the pocket of his leather jacket to get out a batch. He showed it to her. "Mikael Ellis. International Crime Division."
" I'm searching for someone named Kilian David Spross. Red hair approximately 1.85 tall tattoo on the right shoulder. His sister Annemarie Theresa Spross was allegedly seen a few towns away from here so there is a chance he is somewhere around here."
"So...have you seen anyone that fits this description around here lately?"

 

Isobel practically fell out of the car and heaved on the side of the road. She stared off into the distance where the sun was slowly descending towards the horizon. There were maybe four hours until sunset, possibly a little more. The line of storm clouds hadn't grown since midday when the strangers had picked her up, and the wind wasn't yet reaching them. But Isobel could see dust storms behind them, and they wouldn't be long to catch up.

"Im sorry," she said again. The blonde teen wiped her mouth and turned around. "My parents used to call it speed sickness. I don't think I can handle another four hours. How far away from the bar are we? It's ok to leave me here, I've always managed on my own."

 

God, Mika hoped that smoking was allowed in this bar. He was used to being in charge and this woman was driving him nuts. Damnit.

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While the discussion about whether or not to stop the car was still going on Anree could feel her phone vibrating in the pocket of her slightly oversized jacket.
Couldn't they have stopped the car by now? She really didn't want to have a phone conversation while being in a car with two people who could hear what she was saying.
Hesitatingly she picked up. With the situation everywhere being as it was phones were pretty safe for any kind of communication nowadays. The end of the world had redefined everyone's definition of crime after all.
"Annie? There's someone here for you." was what the voice on the other end of the speaker said.

 

"Im sure," Isobel said with finality. "Thank you for everything. I hope you get where you're going."

She retrieved her bag from the back seat and shut the car door. Her plastic poncho crinkled as she pulled the canvas sack on to her shoulder. The wind blew, a gentle gust that caught her hair, lifting it into a frizzy halo as she walked around the car. Isobel walked off the road. No point in getting out of the car if she was just going to keep going that way, Right? Plus heading directly away from the storm was her best chance of outrunning it.

Isobel didn't look back.

 

Anree looked back at Isobel through the car window. Would the girl be ok? Could she reach a shelter before the storm was coming? Under normal circumstances she wouldn't have left the girl alone out there in a time like this but she had other places to be right now. That phone call had given her a new objective a new hope that maybe not everything was lost. She looked at Emmett who still looked a little restless even after checking everything double. He wasn't unreasonable in doing so thieves had upped their game significantly when food became rare in some areas. Emmett had been extraordinary nice by helping her and the other girl, most other people would have expected a trap set by bandits and driven on when seeing a young girl alone here in the dessert. She promised herself that she'd make it up to him if she ever had the chance.
" In which town is that bar of your friend exactly?" She asked. She had to get to that government guy. Talk or meet with him even if nothing else worked. He wouldn't get anything from her she wasn't a traitor but she needed his information. If her brother was still alive than she had to find him. He was her brother after all. " because it seems like I've got to be somewhere myself." She said holding up the phone.

(You made me look up grass. Learning new things everyday ^^)

 

( every slang word is good for my English so....)

" No." she smiled "that direction is perfect."
All she needed to do was avoid meeting the guy directly. The risks of that were to high.
She wondered wether Lena would help her on this one. After all everyone that helped her was at risk themselves and Lena had saved her life once already.
What a funny coincidence that her companion would have a friend of the same name here. But that must have been just that...a coincidence. How high was the likelihood of two strangers meeting by chance having the exact same goal after all?

 

Less than an hour... Anree let her hand wander briefly over the knives and the small gun hidden underneath her jacket like a silent prayer.

She watched the landscape outside the car until the faint lights of the city were visible in the distance. The tattoo on her right shoulder seemed to burn itself into her skin. Her time out in the desert wandering was over. It was time to wake up and fight.

 

(those words I already knew :lol: )

"Nevemburg." she said. It was far enough from her actual home to be unsuspicious but she had been there long enough to answer any questions should they come up. "You?".
She didn't feel like making much conversation right now and any information given out could be a gamble with her luck.
She had considered briefly to contact someone for backup but they probably wouldn't be here in time. Besides: less people less information.

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Mika breathed out a cloud of smoke before throwing his cigarette into the nearest ash tray. The woman leading this etablissement still seemed shady at best to him but he felt secure in what he was doing. There was a scientific research center nearby, close enough that some people that worked there came here frequently. The state cared a lot about the protection of anything that could solve their little problem where the world was ending nowadays. If anything went wrong there would be a bunch of highly trained government personal to back him up.
He lightened another cigarette and waited.

 

It was getting dark far too quickly for the day to be ending. The taste of electricity lingered in the air, and Isobel could hear the patter of the rain behind her, just minutes away from swallowing her up into the storm.

Some would say that she shouldn't have gotten out of the car, but Isobel felt that whatever journey she was meant to take wasn't with those folk, generous as they proved to be.

It seemed her journey may be ending. Hard to say if she'd make it out the other side of the storm clouds, hanging low and swollen with rain from some far-away body of water. It loomed over her like a predator, wisps of water swept by the wind striking her back like slobber. If she didn't make it, that would be ok.

But it wasn't Isobel the storm wanted to consume, it was the land itself. The rain didn't strike the ground so much as saturate it, the late drops splooshing into the pools of mud being formed beneath the body of clouds. Slowly the desert ground was being consumed, chewed up and digested into soup.

The rays of the soon-setting sun slanted through the curtain of rain, highlighting the droplets as they came down. It was captivating, enough so to convince Isobel to stand her ground and watch as the maw of the storm approached.

Her eyes followed the streams of light to the east where they met a dark shadow in the storm. Isobel furrowed her brow and focused on it. As she stared she began to make out two blocky eyes and a toothed grimace. As the first drop of the storm splashed her between the eyes, Isobel realized that the shadow was a building, à house no less, and more importantly, it was a shelter.

Looked like she wouldn't be dying today after all.