<div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i502.photobucket.com/albums/e423/Jay_Souza/Characters/Bonnie_zpsad8trjij.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">It's very easy to follow all the rules when you've got it good.</span></span>."</div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Bang.</span></span> Bonnie heard what sounded like a shot, and it took her away from the haze her mind had been in. Before that, she had heard voices, but they hadn't really seeped into her mind. They were simply sounds, but the shot was very real and clear. Clear enough to make her eyes snap open.<br/><br/>What seemed like just one second later, Bonnie was being helped up by a man. Not just any man. Honestly, probably the most handsome man she had ever seen. Shaking her head, Bonnie sighed. She wasn't in any condition to think about flirting at the moment. Her cheeks were burning from the slapping, her rib cage hurt, and pretty much everything else did too.<br/><br/>His words, <span style="color: #0000BF"><span style="font-style: italic">'You're beautiful'</span></span>, made Bonnie smiled softly despite the pain. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"Thank you"</span></span>, she murmured, her voice trembling a little. She didn't address her feelings - or lack thereof - about James. He hadn't mattered when he was alive, he didn't matter now that he was dead. <br/><br/>Stumbling forward, Bonnie nodded when the man asked if she needed a ride. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"I do, actually. A ride and a place to chill for a while"</span></span>, the woman replied, in her usual straightforward way. There was no need to beat about the bush with a man who casually pulled a gun and blew someone else's brains out, after all. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"If you decide to be a nice guy and let me hang out with you till I'm back on my feet... I'll pay you back. And it doesn't have to be with money".</span></span><br/><br/>After these words, Bonnie dropped into the car and leaned forward, wincing in pain. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"You know... I hope you know how to make sure nobody ever finds you. This was James Gordon, Jr. <span style="font-style: italic">That</span> one"</span></span>, she stated, leaning back in the seat. <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF80FF">"I'm Bonnie, by the way. Nice meeting you, regardless of the circumstances".</span></span></div>