<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2m4qhz8.jpg)</div><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cori Adams<br/><strong>Title:</strong> The Skills<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluff<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Natalie, (Ryan), Rurik <br/><hr/><br/>She had known not to fall asleep. her tattered image in the drivers seat of the car, with the door open, singing, keeping herself up for the first couple minutes. She could feel her heart pounding, it came from nowhere, as if it had just started beating again. The feeling returned to her legs, her vision was clearing. She could see her cigarettes now, spilled all over the passenger seat. She had been concussed, and that much was obvious.<br/><br/>After five minutes she was able to stand. She lit a cigarette and stood back from the car. It was a monstrosity, it was a heavy weight. She felt relieved, the cigarette was fantastic and it reminded her how powerful her will was to live. She had torn the bottom of her shirt clean and used the rag to get the blood off of her face. It didn't take long for her to finish her cigarette. Anger flared from every bone in her body. She was standing like a serial killer over his victim. She was steaming in the night. <br/><br/>Her anger clicked, and she walked over to her car. It looked like she may have needed another smoke, but instead she lurched forward. Her leg lifted and she slammed her heel into the side view mirror on her open door. The mirror failed to detach, she was too little to crack steel. The car was broken. She felt responsible. Wishing for a moment that she would have died with her car, Cori through her fist at the car window. The door closing was the only affect. She snarled in frustration and kicked the steel side panel with her rubber toe. She cracked her elbow against the same window four more times in rapid succession, the window cracked. Her entire hand was numb, from her thumb to the middle of her forearm. Her elbow was bleeding. Pins and needles took over the numb and she shouted from the pain. It was subduing slowly, but her anger had only been taken to hotter steam.<br/><br/>"Oh really?" She asked herself loudly.<br/><br/>Like a bull, Cori stomped over to the bloody rag on the ground tied it around her the leaking wound on her arm. She leaned over again as Taras' footsteps approached. Cori had lifted a large rock from the ground. As the feeling returned to her hand, she tossed the rock into her passenger side window and it shattered. <br/><br/>"Stupid cunt." A tear pulled out of her cheek. She noticed Taras only a few moments later. She looked at him, blood still trickling down her face from both of the wounds on her forehead. Her vest was undone, her shirt was torn, a fare bit of her chest was revealed, "I don't give a fuck." Cori turned her shoulders toward Taras, and looked up at him, as she always had. "I remember my name. I know the date. I can't see your face because my visions all fucking blurry, but I know what just happened." The tears were not miserable to watch. Cori's fuse had gone off. She was an exploding canon.<br/><br/>She started to walk toward Taras. It was a slow climb.</div>