<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/e23WACC.png)</div><hr/>Name: Tabitha<br/>Where: Highway to Hell<br/>Doing What: WITNESS ME!<br/>2 PP | 0 Physical | 0 Mental | D8 Emotional<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><hr/><br/>Tabitha had her hitchhiking skills down top notch and had gone through the usual escalation.<br/><br/>Thumb out? No response.<br/><br/>Thumb out with top button undone? No response.<br/><br/>Thumb out with top removed? No response, a lot of honking.<br/><br/>Thumb out, top removed and other aiming her harpoon gun? The next speeding truck was trying to swerve to avoid the barbed tip but she Tabs was just too good at hitchhiking for them to stand a chance and the harpoon blasted straight through the passanger window and embedded in the chair.<br/><br/>"Haha!" Tabs said as the truck whipped past and her line began to spool out. Digging in her heels she gave an evil grin.  "Okay then truck, meet Tab's superstrength...."<br/><br/>Ripped off her feet and flailing through the air behind the truck, Tabs makes a mental note to give herself super-strength sometime. She swore she'd already done that.<br/><br/>Still she clambered along the wire and the side of the truck as it wildly swerved across the road, crushing the shitty cars of those damned to forever ride the highway for their sins in traffic past. Tab's was at least quick and nimble, scrabbling along the top to dodge the debris and flames and eventually slipping in through the window to sit next to .... an entirely normal looking man wearing a trucker hat.<br/><br/>"Are you sure you're in the right place?" she asks, giving him a glare, before holding up the picture of Bess "I need to meet this fine lady immediately! I can cut you through this traffic if you help a girl in love out!"<br/><br/>