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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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Pollution came out front, pulling his bike along side him. It looked as though it was staying together by sheer will alone. The white paint was beginning to chip and rust was starting to take over. Every once in a while, it gave out of a pethetic little cough of black smoke. "Ready?" Pollution asked, looking anxious to get out on the road.