Born to be Wild
Characters: Alex Krycek, The Doctor, Loke
Rating: PG-13, anticipating bad language
Time Period: Modern
Location: The garage with all the cars, maybe other places
Relative Date: Morning-ish, several days after this
Status: Open like a 24-hour laundromat
After meeting that seriously scarred hospital escapee, Alex had spent a few days in watching the stable from a distance in an attempt to see who or what was caring for the horses. At night he'd always slip away to pick up some food and a few more things - he was still at this time determined that the tack room was a safer place to sleep than anywhere in that castle. He'd also listen to the messages on the phone at night, and wondered if there were drugs in the water or something even weirder going on.
Today was going to be different from the ones before, though. Today he was going to explore the land outside the castle. He left that particular area long before the sun was up, and eventually found himself outside a rather large and fancy garage. He scanned the area first, looking for signs of automated security, then approached the door. Finding it neither trapped nor locked, he walked in...and his jaw dropped an inch. "No way," he breathed, finding himself rather in awe of the amount of mint-condition classic vehicles. Some more current ones had his attention briefly, but it was the classic cars that held his attention.
Until he found the motorcycles. "Oh, you beauty," he whispered as he stroked the smooth lines of the Brough Superior gently. "I think if you work...we're going for a ride."
Rating: PG-13, anticipating bad language
Time Period: Modern
Location: The garage with all the cars, maybe other places
Relative Date: Morning-ish, several days after this
Status: Open like a 24-hour laundromat
After meeting that seriously scarred hospital escapee, Alex had spent a few days in watching the stable from a distance in an attempt to see who or what was caring for the horses. At night he'd always slip away to pick up some food and a few more things - he was still at this time determined that the tack room was a safer place to sleep than anywhere in that castle. He'd also listen to the messages on the phone at night, and wondered if there were drugs in the water or something even weirder going on.
Today was going to be different from the ones before, though. Today he was going to explore the land outside the castle. He left that particular area long before the sun was up, and eventually found himself outside a rather large and fancy garage. He scanned the area first, looking for signs of automated security, then approached the door. Finding it neither trapped nor locked, he walked in...and his jaw dropped an inch. "No way," he breathed, finding himself rather in awe of the amount of mint-condition classic vehicles. Some more current ones had his attention briefly, but it was the classic cars that held his attention.
Until he found the motorcycles. "Oh, you beauty," he whispered as he stroked the smooth lines of the Brough Superior gently. "I think if you work...we're going for a ride."