<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e5/5e/30/e55e30d68d29d991408692c70bb036b9.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name:</strong> Reese Wilder (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.msg16147118#msg16147118)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Yellow converse, pink turtleneck, dirty coveralls. [Pictured (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/70/b5/6e/70b56e060b98dc5e5469384b4252d444.jpg)]<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> 1 April 2050 | 9:30 AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Driving Through Warehouse District<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Des, Jake (M)<br/><strong>Content:</strong> Grand Theft Uh-Oh</span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><em>What the fuck was she gonna do with him?</em> Reese’s plan was… unfinished, to say the least. Drive him <em>away</em> from the garage, that was the important part. He looked so peaceful, sleeping there in the backseat. Reese reached for her blue raspberry slushy and took one of the few remaining gulps as she drove past more artist lofts, empty parking lots and quiet warehouses. She wondered what his life was like before now. Maybe sleeping in other people’s cars was the norm.<br/><br/>  She’d have to ask him when he finally woke up. Reese took another slurp of her slurpy and sadly hit the bottom of the bright blue cup. <em>Damn.</em> The Escalade swayed a little as she put her empty cup back in the cup holder. Then it swayed again. <em>Wind? Earthquake? What the fuck was —</em>  <br/><br/>Reese heard a sound, not unlike metal contorting or an explosion. Her grey eyes glanced in the rear view mirror, checking for smoke. Instead what she saw was… Her foot pressed down on the gas as the fucking <em>fuck</em> dragon tried to nab the Escalade from the road, clasping both her hands on the steering wheel. <em>Oh my god. Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh My God.</em> She felt her phone vibrate in the front pocket of her dirty coveralls, its screen lit with a text message. Then it vibrated again, and again. Read me, read me, read meeee! Instead, Reese <em>floored</em> the Escalade and veered around other parked cars, watching as the Dragon — a legit fucking dragon — crunched through them with her… scales. Real fucking scales. Like they were made of lego or plastic or some shit.<br/><br/>  "So that you can do what, exactly?" the mechanic countered, in a way that only a rebellious, fifth child would. For fucks sake. Her unread phone continued to chirp in her pocket. <em>Now</em> Sleeping Beauty was awake, and even giving orders. Right <em>before</em> they got eaten. He sounded like Darth Vader. Focus, Reese, focus! “Hang on…!” she yelled before swerving the racing Escalade around a corner, trying like fuck to <em>not</em> let the Dragon (ha ha ha) touch the car that neither of them owned. She watched it, the big red beast, as she carefully hit the button to open the sun roof above them. Fuck. Could an Escalade out run a dragon? She guessed not, although she really had no context on how to make that assumption, did she? They were both especially <em>fucked</em> if the dragon could breath fire and incinerate them from behind. Fire powers. Jake said this Dude <em>also</em> had fire powers. <br/><br/><em>Fuck.</em>   The engine of the Escalade growled as Reese floored it. The Dragon kept trying to sideswipe them, with her claws. Her <em>actual</em> claws. Focus Reese, focus! She’d opened the sun roof already. “Motherfucker…” the mechanic hissed as the Dragon got too damn close, and she rotated the steering wheel as far as it would go. The Escalade spun out on its newly fixed wheels, a full 180 degrees to <em>face</em> the dragon head on, before Reese slammed the car into reverse. They really shoulda worn seat belts.<br/><br/>  “I’ll drive, you shoot?” she yelled through the tension and the chase, now driving backwards at high speed, hoping that if her passenger did have fire powers (ha ha ha) that they were at the very least <em>long</em> range, and hella accurate.</span>