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[wesley_pryce]

I gripped the handlebars of the motorcycle as I sped down the road towards our destination. The faces and sights of people became a blur on either side of me from the sheer velocity at which I was traveling. There were thousands of possible options of turns and accelerations to our destination and I had made plan upon plan to accomodate all of them

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[stake_n_skank]

God, I loved this. The feel of a bike under me and the wind whipping my hair back. I preferred it a hell of a lot to riding around on Greyhound busses. This was just so much better.

I held on to Wes as we rode off to wherever the hell we were going. It felt weird. Being on a bike with Wes? Never thought I'd see the day. But things change. People change. Hell, I'm living proof of that, aren't I?

As we continued to ride, I couldn't help but smirk when I thought back to a about a year or so back.. "It's like riding a biker."

[anne_lily]

I didn't know the deamons that came to the mission, nor the girl they had with them. They just walked in, and took over.

"Get the hell out of my mission." Yah, so that's me. I learned from someone with superhero powers not to take any crap. I was responsible for all the kids here, and I was going to do my best. The demon looked at me, and then turned away, as if I was of no importance.

I walked up behind him, my kids cowering either upstairs or in a corner.

"I don't think you heard me, get the hell out of my place!"

And that was why, now, I was hold ice on the left side of my face. At least, that was what Denise was holding over my face, in the corner with the kids, when I came to.