|it's like they left the proverbial kansas a long time ago... [narrative]
||[May. 4th, 2004|01:24 am]
GenXRP 2 - After Mojo
They left about seven at night, as the sun began setting. Devon had reluctantly handed the keys over to Paige. She couldn't tell what kind of car it was, but Jono and Angelo could. To Paige, it was black, shiney, and looked fast. That was all she needed, the fast part. Well, that, and it looked nice. |
"We won't break it," she chided Devon, swiping his keys from his hand while Jono and Angelo put there stuff in it.
"Seriously. If there's a scratch on it, I will --"
"Yeah, yeah, and none of us are licensed drivers." She saluted him as she turned to hop into the driver's seat.
"Wait, what?" Panic streaked across Devon's expression.
"Don't worry. It'll be back in one piece." Hopefully. She really didn't give Devon much of a chance to respond to that before she peeled out of there, probably faster than she meant to.
And thus began their journey to Kentucky. To a farm in Cumberland County. They took turns driving, though after Jono's first try, Angelo and Paige were quick to make sure he didn't get behind the wheel again. Whenever he asked why he couldn't, they quickly changed the subject, laughing nervously.
Why, Mr. Starsmore, they wanted to arrive in Kentucky in one piece, thank you.
It was about nine the next morning when they pulled into the long dirt road leading up to the Guthrie farmhouse, thirteen hours after they left Xavier's, taking time to stop at Denny's and gas stations along the way. All Paige remembered was that she ordered strawberry waffles. At the gas station, they bought a disposable camera and took pictures, using about half the roll on the car ride there. Paige was secretly hoping she could score some pictures with her family, though she didn't say anything about it.
Since being on Earth, Paige began to relax and actually live a little. Being here on this trip with her friend and lover seemed natural. She laughed louder here on this version of Earth, she hasn't been husked since coming here, she actually knew other people. And she liked that.
Pulling in front of the farm house, Paige looked up at it before stepping out of the car. She left the keys in the ignition and left Angelo and Jono in the car. Angelo had been sitting shot gun, Jono was huddled in the backseat.
Paige smiled nervously at them before shutting her car door and making her way up the front steps. She wiped her hands on the front of her jeans, growing more nervous.
This was it. This was the Guthrie farm.