37. EyesTheir hearts were pounding in their ears, their legs felt like jello, but the adrenaline rushing through their bodies kept them moving faster, further, trying so hard to outrun the authorities chasing them. They were the prey, the hunted, and the only thought on their mind was escape.
"Wall!" A female voice yelped as she snatched her partner's arm, tugging him to the right. With two bounds they jumped on top of a conviently-placed garbage bin and from that to the top of the red brick wall. "Keep going!" The girl urged, watching the people follow them, trying to imitate their leap up the wall. She smirked. There was no way they could catch up with them now. She then turned around and lept clean off the wall, landing neatly on the other side. "Jack?" She called out softly, the dark of the alleyway hindering her sight. She couldn't see him at all, which made her slightly nervous, more for him than herself.
"Gah!" She yelped as arm reached up and grabbed her, roughly pulling her down to th
Sparks Fly...Shivering, the she-coyote pulled the loose hood of her cloak over her head, shielding her face and neck from the icy winds of Sari's unusually bitter fall months. Not too many people were out today, and that was a good thing, for her. Less people who would see her deliberately going against the rules set out by the Sarian Council and Acmetropolis' government. She sighed. She'd never been very good with politics... or politicians, for that matter.
The red-head glanced up, and felt a raindrop hit her square on the nose. Great. It was now starting to rain. Just the perfect element to set the dark, mysterious mood.
She hurried along, pulling her coat tighter around her small frame. Quickly finding shelter underneath the metal overhang of the Sarian Spaceship Station - something that had only recently been built since the alliance between Acmetropolis, Freleng, and Sari had been forged - Cassidy scanned the small handful of new arrivals, searching through them all for one famil
ToU: PBoaTS - "Facebook""PFFFFT. AREYOUSERIOUS?"
Yeah. We were up to something.
"Nikol and I were talking about the exact same thing too!"
"It'll be like (real) roleplaying!"
Something that many others would consider stupid and dorky.
"I'm dead serious!"
In fact, we had thought of it as such, too. That is, until we realized that we were thinking the exact same thing.
"MSN. NOW. WE NEED TO PLOT."
The deed is done. Now I'll just sit back and wait for the internet to explode.
Just Keep On Dancing...Ever since she could remember, Cassidy loved to dance. She just couldn't get enough of it. Every beat of the music seemed to only add to her seemingly endless supply of energy, pushing her forward.
At first, when she was much younger, her dancing was rather comical, and usually ended with her on her rear end, staring up at her audience with wide, innocent eyes and a wider smile. Nothing in the world could discourage her, and soon her movements gained rythm and fluidness.
But soon, just dancing on foot wasn't enough. She wanted a challenge.
The little red-head had always enjoyed ice-skating - one of the families she had lived with had taken her skating many, many times - and she was taking lessons. She had heard many people say that she had a 'talent' in ice-skating (Whatever that meant, she thought), but she often felt bored at her lessons. It was always the same stuff, spins and balance and proper form. She was itching to go further, to skate like the older people she saw on tv. Her t