<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/YTtVcbg.png?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Brook Harrell<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>High-viz one-piece motorcycle suit, jeans and a white T-shirt underneath<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1 April 2050 at Midnight.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outskirts of Oriental District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Pharon<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Living that Sisyphus life<br/><hr/><br/>As a desperate measure, at some point up hell hill Brook had started to talk with herself. The anger seemingly worked, mostly just muttering about her dumb choices, and how she wouldn't have been in the situation had she just stayed at the soap lab. Every hard-earned step forward became harder and harder, her boots slipping backwards whenever there was loose gravel in the roadside, threatening to  send the bike flying down the short distance she'd covered, until it eventually tumbled and fell over. Not like it could get more broken - At least she'd wish that was the case.<br/><br/>Out of nowhere though, the bike suddenly felt really light. Her immediate thought was that anger had worked and her body had decided it was time for a bit of adrenaline. Or maybe the brakes had been stuck. Either way, it was going much better now! The bike was rolling so well she almost fell over, so much of her weight had been leaned forward that the bike almost skipped ahead of her. if it was going to be like this though, hell hill would be piece of cake. Maybe she was stronger than she'd thought.<br/><br/>Her dreams of a championship title in everything heavy were promptly shattered. the unfamiliar voice led her to turn her head, and look... Pretty much at the stomach, if she even looked that high up, of the helper. She could barely tilt her head back enough to look up the hood, not that it made her feel any more comfortable. All care for the bike quickly disappeared as she fell to the ground. A small "ouch" could be heard as her head got a lovetap with the pavement. Not that it kept her still for long as she frantically reached around her hip, seemingly looking for something.<br/><br/>Only for her to realize that she didn't actually own a gun. And that she didn't really love the thought of carrying one with her to a government building in the first place. As far as fight or flight went... It was Andre the giant vs. Dave the accountant. From down on the ground, he looked even more massive - How tall was he anyway, hazarding a guess he was already breaking human height records with good margin. Built like an actual tank as well, and strong enough to just keep the motorcycle in place.<br/><br/>As far as flight went... Well, not looking great either. She could try to regain control of the bike, roll it downhill and see if it would start if she dumped it into gear. That'd take a 180 and enough ground to gain speed though. Assuming she could even regain control of the bike, he could probably just pick up the rear of it like a wheelbarrow.<br/><br/><strong>"S... Sorry about that. Thank you."</strong>Brook was without a doubt startled. Though, if he'd had foul intents, why would he have given away the element of surprise? He could've just ran off with the bike while she was fumbling on the ground as well. Or her for that matter, she wasn't fond of being this close to the slums late at night. The only reason she took the (admittedly stupid) route was because she wouldn't have to ride through the oriental district to get home. Sure, she'd seen the occasional hooligan hanging around in the area, but as soon as they neared the much more policed district, they usually backed off.<br/><br/>Though still hesitant, Brook got back on her feet. It took a moment to regain her balance, but after that, her hands landed at the handlebars of the bike. Though it seemed like the stranger had perfect control of the bike with the grip he had on it, just a bit of tilt would make the front wheel turn away from the path ahead. That, and it made it feel like she was at least contributing something.<br/><br/><strong>"The bike just died on me at the intersection... You're a real lifesaver, there's no way I could've pushed it up the hill on my own,"</strong>Brook admitted, oblivious to the fact that "the bike" didn't really mean anything to the stranger.<br/><br/><strong>"My name's Brook. How about you? I don't think I've seen you around these parts."</strong><br/><br/><em>Scratch that I definitely haven't, I think I would've remembered...</em><br/><br/>Small talk wasn't usually a challenge for her, but in all honesty, she was still a little more than just intimidated.