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Time: October 26th. 2000, 2pm
Place: Manor drive and onwards
Status: Private (War, Pollution)
Summary: The bike ride

War pushed her bike out onto the driveway and stepped back to look at it admiringly. For all she hadn't used it in a while, it was in good shape, the paintwork gleaming blood red in the pale autumn sunshine, a bright flash against the grey gravel.

She ran her hands over it as she leant against the seat, and looked up at the sky. Still and clear, it was the perfect day for a ride. The corners of her mouth curled up in a smile, and she looked over to the manor, waiting for Pollution to appear.

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War grinned. "You bet," she said, swinging one leg over the bike. Reaching into a pocket, she tugged out a pair of leather gloves - black with a red flash, perfectly matched to her nails and the paintwork on the bike.

She settled her helmet - not strictly necessary, but it saved being called over the police, so tiresome - down on her head. She turned her face to Pollution and nodded, as she turned on the ignition. They didn't have a plan, but she had a need for speed, and they could work out where they were going in the end later on.

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Pollution pulled his helmet on as well. As though they wouldn't be able to outrun any cop to tried to pull them over. The engine was revved and Pollution, as though sensing War's need for speed and completely agreeing, sped out onto the road, leaving a cloud of smoke and a slick spot on the road where his bike had idled. He trusted that War would be right behind him, though perhaps not for very long, with the vicious looking smoke that was coming from his bike.

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War laughed wryly. It was good to see him enjoying himself, but this was the downside to trips with Pollution. She was, however, prepared - her helmet had a built in air filter mask over her mouth and nose.

She was right behind him as they sped down the road, but when it got too dark inside the cloud of smoke trailing behind his bike to see anything, she pulled up alongside him and matched his pace. The roads were - or rather had been - quiet country roads, and didn't seem to see a lot of traffic.

As they came up to a junction, she jestured to him: left or right?

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Pollution went turned down the road with more potholes and trash along the side. Typical. Whatever makes him happy. It was a long while before they stopped for gas. Pollution's tank had started leaking faster than normal a few miles back and had been losing gas at a faster rate than normal. Technically, the bike didn't need gas to run but Pollution liked the pretty gas puddles he made when he stalled in one spot for too long. The gas station was in the middle of nowhere. Ther was no one around but a few men inside, talking over a beer and a couple of old dogs out front. As Pollution and War pulled in, the dogs feld and the men shifted anxiously.

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War flicked the engine off and pushed back the visor of her helmet as she stepped off the bike, oblivious to the men's stares as they caught the orange flash of her eyes. Easily, she pulled one of the fuel nozzles from the rack and passed it to Pollution.

"You look like you need it more than I do," she said wryly. "Reckon I should go and see if the guys inside over there have got anything for us to drink?"

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(By the by, Famine wants to know if they can join us as some point later on. :D )

Pollution nodded as a leak in the pipes no so subtly sprung up, causing a rather large puddle of gasoline ran down a small hill into a little stream that was a water source for much of the surrounding area. He sheepishly started to fuel up his tank. Sometimes, he was just too predictable. But he couldn't help it really. It was his nature.

(Sure, tell them to just jump in and I can add them to the tags)

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As War walked into the small building, light reluctantly filtering through the smeared windows (she'd have sworn it was Pollution's personal touch, given the medley of things that appeared to have been wiped onto the glass, but given the state of most petrol stations she suspected it was more down to his general influence), the men fell silent and stared.

This was a fairly normal reaction when War walked into a room.

"Any chance of a couple of beers, gents?" she asked?

One of them started to object, but another stood up, knocking over his chair, and, handing over a couple of bottles, said sleazily, "Whatever you want, lady," leering at her.

"Cheers," she said, in a level tone, turning and flicking the caps off the bottles. As she stepped towards the door, he came up behind her and started patting her with his greasy paws.

War sighed - it seemed men would never learn - as she threw the bottle opener casually over her shoulder. It hit the man on the head, and as he fell backwards, bounced off and hit one of the others. Within seconds they were all fighting, throwing furniture at each other and smashing the windows.

This was a fairly normal reaction when War left a building.

"All done?" she asked Pollution, handing him one of the beers as she tried to step around the slick pools of petrol to get back to her bike.

(In that case... *just jumps in?*)

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Famine had been on his way back towards the Manor when he smelled the overpowering odor of gasoline coming from the station. He pulled over in time to see War picking her way around the puddles of fuel that Pollution had left. He parks the bike and calls over. "Hello! What are you two up to?"

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Pollution was about to answer when he heard one of the dogs whine in hunger, though they were obviously not underfed. His head lifted up just in time to see the familiar, sleek black shape of a motorcycle coming to a stop near by. The man who drove it was even more familiar and a very welcome sight. Pollution felt a small explosion in his chest and he beamed hazily at the man. "Fancy meeting you here," he answered, though it really wasn't an sort of real answer to the question. As though noticing this, he added, "We're out for a drive... care to join us?" He glanced over at War, though he already assumed this would be no problem.

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War grinned broadly at Famine. "Good to see you again - it's been too long. This place -" she gestured at the whining dogs, fighting men, and the pools of petrol "- seems to have outlived its fun now, though. Were you heading anywhere particular?"

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"I was just on my way back to the manor, but if both of you are going somewhere else..." He shrugs and grins at them, especially at Pollution. "I'd love to come along. And you're right about this place, there doesn't seem to be much left to do here." He looks at the hungry, whining dogs and smiles.

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War grinned back. "It'll be good to have you around again," she said. "We weren't going any place special, just out for a ride for the day. Maybe over into the woods and onto the dirt tracks?" She quirked her eyebrow, adding, "We could always see if there were any ramblers or campers around if you felt like a bit of fun..."

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"The dirt sounds good," Pollution said with a half grin. "I still want to ride a bit yet." As much fun as playing with humans sounded, Pollution had yet to get tired of the ground rolling beneath his bike and the the sounds that his poor machine made trying to carry its master to his destination. "I vote for a bit more riding," he added, putting in his two cents.

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"So then, lets head for the dirt tracks." He hadn't had enough riding yet either, truthfully. He was looking forward to this. "If we happen to run into any campers along the way..." He grins, "we can deal with them when we find them."