Post by Kristina Blackwell on Feb 10, 2008 2:29:01 GMT -4
Kristina, Trevor, and Kenny exit the plane, grab their luggage off the carousel and head outside to the parking lot where Emrys is waiting with the trailer containing their Harleys.
Kristina: Emrys, this is a good friend and partner of ours, Sargent Kenneth Lombardo, Esquire. Kenny, this is Emrys our cameraman.
Kenny reaches out to shake Emrys hand, and says
“Kaos. Call me Kaos.”
Kristina: So, we’ll grab our bikes and meet up with FyreAngel? Sound like a plan to everyone?
Emrys: I can check us into the hotel while you guys have lunch. I could use a nap. Want me to meet you at the mall?
Kristina: Keep your cell phone on, I’ll call you when we get to the mall.
Emrys nods, and opens the back of the trailer so everyone can get their bikes out. Kristina wheels her custom Harley Springtail, while Trevor walks up behind her to grab his Harley Fatboy. Kenny waits for them to come off the trailer before going in for his 2005 V-Rod.
Kristina: You boys know how to get there?
Trevor: I know how to get everywhere. Which place are you headed for?
Kristina: Peels Pub. I figured it would be fun.
Trevor shakes his head at the thought of college kids in a bar.
Trevor: Sure… Right… Fun.
Trevor sighs, and puts on his helmet.
Trevor: Lets go.
Kristina laughs, and puts on her helmet.
*A few minutes later, the trio pulls up to Peels bar, starting to fill up early on a Saturday afternoon. Kristina pulls her helmet off, and shakes her hair down. Swinging one leg over her bike, a few guys stop in the parking lot to see if they get to see more than just a glance of long leather clad legs. Kristina adjusts her skirt, disappointing the boys hoping for a flash. She walks over to the entrance, crosses her arms over her chest, and taps one foot impatiently while watching the guys climb off there bikes. Kenny is all precision, every move made with as little motion as necessary, while Trevor is all muscle and intimidation. At the sight of these two, the kids who were loitering quickly remember pressing business elsewhere. Kristina laughs seeing the kids run scared at the sight of these two, and peeks into the windows to see if she can spot FyreAngel before they go inside.
FyreAngel rushes the door as soon as they get in.
FyreAngel: Seats are almost at a premium. Seems a local band is playing tonight and they have a huge fan base in the college.
Kristina: Think we should get food at the mall?
FyreAngel: Ugh, mall food. Lets see if we can get this to go. We can eat at the mall without touching mall food.
Kristina: Sounds good. Let’s go.
*After a few minutes, everyone has decided what to eat, and they are on there way to the mall Trevor found on his last trip up here.
Everyone eats on the green strip of parking lot in front of where they parked, and talk quietly about what has been going on in there lives since they were all together.
When all the food has been eaten, and all the trash put into a nearby receptacle, Kristina calls Emrys and tells him the shopping game plan.
Kristina: FyreAngel and I will be over in the section with knives, and they boys will be over in hardware. Sure, no problem. I’ll text it to you right away, and you can upload it into the GPS in the car.
See you then.
Clicking her phone shut, Kristina looks at Trevor.
Kristina: See you back at the hotel Bro?
Trevor: Don’t get into too much trouble Sis. You still have that match against Gordon Shumway to win.
Kristina: Love you too. Neeeh.
Kristina sticks out her tongue at her brother.
Kenny looks at her and smirks.
Kenny: Sometimes I swear you’re only 14 instead of 20.
Kristina: And you love that about me. C’mon FyreAngel, lets get shopping. Race you to the blade counter.
Emrys catches up to the long legged troublemakers as they are comparing favored blades.
Kristina: I’m actually looking forward to my match against Shumway. I get to show him that it takes more than anger management issues to win against me. I would worry if I were him. I’m a Blackwell, and all I have to do to win is put him through a table. I just want this title. I don’t care about Gordon Shumway. After I win, I have other things that need my attention.
FyreAngel: Yea, I heard about Marcus “Stylez” Saxton and how your brother shot his knee out. Hey, what do you think of this one?
She hands Kristina a stiletto that is just barely long enough to fit the length of her hand.
Kristina: That would go nice with the outfit I’m having made up by Versace. Ohhh… did you see this one? It would match that outfit I saw you wearing the other night.
Kristina hands FyreAngel a blade similar to the one currently strapped to her thigh.
FyreAngel: What’s this I was hearing about your brother almost getting suspended?
Kristina: Jeff says he can’t attack Saxton anymore until after his match. Jeff didn’t say anything about anyone else attacking Saxton.
Kristina gives a giggle as FyreAngel rolls her eyes and sighs.
FryeAngel: And when you mess with a Blackwell, you don’t mess with just one, you mess with them all. Yea, I know. I definitly want two more of these.
FyreAngel points to the Blades Kristina pointed out before.
Kristina motions over to the salesman
Kristina: I need 3 of these, in Black, Purple, and Pink. I also need to have something special engraved on the hilt. A flame with a halo over it. I also want 2 of these, and 2 of these, in Pink and Purple.
Kristina points to the blade FyreAngel showed her, and another slightly larger version of the same. Put them on this card, and have them shipped to this address. Krsitina writes an address on the back of a store business card, and hands it to the man.
Salesman: Yes, Miss Blackwell! Right away I promise!
He almost bows to her, catches himself, and scurries over to the register, thinking of how his friends will never believe him.
Kristina and FyreAngel turn to more girly conversation, and Emrys decides to head over to Hardware to see what her brother and friend Kenny were doing to prepare for Trevor’s upcoming match.
Kristina: Emrys, this is a good friend and partner of ours, Sargent Kenneth Lombardo, Esquire. Kenny, this is Emrys our cameraman.
Kenny reaches out to shake Emrys hand, and says
“Kaos. Call me Kaos.”
Kristina: So, we’ll grab our bikes and meet up with FyreAngel? Sound like a plan to everyone?
Emrys: I can check us into the hotel while you guys have lunch. I could use a nap. Want me to meet you at the mall?
Kristina: Keep your cell phone on, I’ll call you when we get to the mall.
Emrys nods, and opens the back of the trailer so everyone can get their bikes out. Kristina wheels her custom Harley Springtail, while Trevor walks up behind her to grab his Harley Fatboy. Kenny waits for them to come off the trailer before going in for his 2005 V-Rod.
Kristina: You boys know how to get there?
Trevor: I know how to get everywhere. Which place are you headed for?
Kristina: Peels Pub. I figured it would be fun.
Trevor shakes his head at the thought of college kids in a bar.
Trevor: Sure… Right… Fun.
Trevor sighs, and puts on his helmet.
Trevor: Lets go.
Kristina laughs, and puts on her helmet.
*A few minutes later, the trio pulls up to Peels bar, starting to fill up early on a Saturday afternoon. Kristina pulls her helmet off, and shakes her hair down. Swinging one leg over her bike, a few guys stop in the parking lot to see if they get to see more than just a glance of long leather clad legs. Kristina adjusts her skirt, disappointing the boys hoping for a flash. She walks over to the entrance, crosses her arms over her chest, and taps one foot impatiently while watching the guys climb off there bikes. Kenny is all precision, every move made with as little motion as necessary, while Trevor is all muscle and intimidation. At the sight of these two, the kids who were loitering quickly remember pressing business elsewhere. Kristina laughs seeing the kids run scared at the sight of these two, and peeks into the windows to see if she can spot FyreAngel before they go inside.
FyreAngel rushes the door as soon as they get in.
FyreAngel: Seats are almost at a premium. Seems a local band is playing tonight and they have a huge fan base in the college.
Kristina: Think we should get food at the mall?
FyreAngel: Ugh, mall food. Lets see if we can get this to go. We can eat at the mall without touching mall food.
Kristina: Sounds good. Let’s go.
*After a few minutes, everyone has decided what to eat, and they are on there way to the mall Trevor found on his last trip up here.
Everyone eats on the green strip of parking lot in front of where they parked, and talk quietly about what has been going on in there lives since they were all together.
When all the food has been eaten, and all the trash put into a nearby receptacle, Kristina calls Emrys and tells him the shopping game plan.
Kristina: FyreAngel and I will be over in the section with knives, and they boys will be over in hardware. Sure, no problem. I’ll text it to you right away, and you can upload it into the GPS in the car.
See you then.
Clicking her phone shut, Kristina looks at Trevor.
Kristina: See you back at the hotel Bro?
Trevor: Don’t get into too much trouble Sis. You still have that match against Gordon Shumway to win.
Kristina: Love you too. Neeeh.
Kristina sticks out her tongue at her brother.
Kenny looks at her and smirks.
Kenny: Sometimes I swear you’re only 14 instead of 20.
Kristina: And you love that about me. C’mon FyreAngel, lets get shopping. Race you to the blade counter.
Emrys catches up to the long legged troublemakers as they are comparing favored blades.
Kristina: I’m actually looking forward to my match against Shumway. I get to show him that it takes more than anger management issues to win against me. I would worry if I were him. I’m a Blackwell, and all I have to do to win is put him through a table. I just want this title. I don’t care about Gordon Shumway. After I win, I have other things that need my attention.
FyreAngel: Yea, I heard about Marcus “Stylez” Saxton and how your brother shot his knee out. Hey, what do you think of this one?
She hands Kristina a stiletto that is just barely long enough to fit the length of her hand.
Kristina: That would go nice with the outfit I’m having made up by Versace. Ohhh… did you see this one? It would match that outfit I saw you wearing the other night.
Kristina hands FyreAngel a blade similar to the one currently strapped to her thigh.
FyreAngel: What’s this I was hearing about your brother almost getting suspended?
Kristina: Jeff says he can’t attack Saxton anymore until after his match. Jeff didn’t say anything about anyone else attacking Saxton.
Kristina gives a giggle as FyreAngel rolls her eyes and sighs.
FryeAngel: And when you mess with a Blackwell, you don’t mess with just one, you mess with them all. Yea, I know. I definitly want two more of these.
FyreAngel points to the Blades Kristina pointed out before.
Kristina motions over to the salesman
Kristina: I need 3 of these, in Black, Purple, and Pink. I also need to have something special engraved on the hilt. A flame with a halo over it. I also want 2 of these, and 2 of these, in Pink and Purple.
Kristina points to the blade FyreAngel showed her, and another slightly larger version of the same. Put them on this card, and have them shipped to this address. Krsitina writes an address on the back of a store business card, and hands it to the man.
Salesman: Yes, Miss Blackwell! Right away I promise!
He almost bows to her, catches himself, and scurries over to the register, thinking of how his friends will never believe him.
Kristina and FyreAngel turn to more girly conversation, and Emrys decides to head over to Hardware to see what her brother and friend Kenny were doing to prepare for Trevor’s upcoming match.
