The Free Man's Utopia Of Rosewell

hands would immediately go for a Dark Brown bike, picking it up with a small grunt off of the wall and looking it over, making sure the tires were alright and looking over the Body. "You steal these? hehe, or did y'get em' somewhere where th'give free Bikes?" She asked, Saddling up and Ready to ride out the door.

"I guess you could say I "borrowed" them"

"Hehehe, Shweet," Hands gripped the handles firmly for a moment before holding herself up with her feet, releasing her grip from the handles and Slipping her fingers around her Blood gun, slipping it quickly into her Waistband, making sure nobody would see it as it was tucked into her waistband near her butt and tail, Ammo clinking some in her deep side pockets as she secured her Prized possession in place before riding out into the street.

Soven picked up his usual black, red and white striped bike, adjusting the red bandana tied to the handlebars. "We good to go KJ?" He asked as he climbed on to the bike.

Drak looked at KJ, "One thing before ya go, what's the lil one eat. Anything specific?"

"Mostly eats Fish an' Anythin' wit hooves on it. Lil' guy drinks water'n Beer whenever i get's it." She said as she biked onward into the street, tapping her fingers against the handlebars like a stopwatch.

Soven biked quickly, turning down a path into the woods.

Feet pedaled quickly against the pedals, zooming up next to Soven quickly as she looked around at the scenery, Inhaling the scents around her. Weird place, it smelled much fresher than down in Sector 89. "Fancy ass richie fucks..."

"Tell me about it, I mean who the fuck throws out food? Shit I hit up trashcans most days for my lunch..." he paused. "Don't tell Nyx that....."

"Damn, man... Y'should come 'round my crib t'eat sometime. I buy m'food most o' th'time, other times i get m'grub from m'girls at th'local Brothel I work at part days. Sometimes i steal, s'well. It's fresh food, too. Good stuff, if'n ya want somethin' tasteful."

Hanging on with one hand cautiously, she would put the other hand in her pocket, relaxing slightly as she peddled beside Soven with a small half smile on her Face. "Oi, An' If'n ye ever want some new Clothes, i'd b'willin' t'get'cha somethin'. Ya know, Somethin' nice fer if'n ya wanna look sharp fer th'day, hehe,"

"Yeah," he smiled. "It ain't that I can't get good shit from Mom, it's just I don't like askin'" He p0eddled for a bit and then stopped. "That's it over there" He pointed to a large lot, filled with a vast array of cars/

Pulling her old, stained dark Navy blue Bandanna out she would tie it around her neck, Stopping the bike quickly and holding it upright. "Awright, So where d'we leave th'bikes?" She asked, Looking to Soven with Calm Eyes, half smile turning to a small frown on her expression, Hand now in the back of her pantwaist and Sash, Gripping her gun as she hid her hand from public view, along with her Gun. "Also... You wanna hop in th'car fer a Ride?" She asked, Smirking again with a small Chuckle.

"Honestly," Soven began as he untied his red and black bandana from his bike, "I can probably run home faster through this path then we could drive there. As for the bikes, place them right here." He motioned towards a large bush and then pulled it to the side.

Doing as instructed she would slip the Bike behind the bushes quickly, covering it up as best as she could while looking around, watching as people entered the Car Dealership from time to time, Eyes narrowing onto the Cars, fresh and brand new straight from the factories. She spied the one she wanted. a Dark Drown Black Ford mustang with two Purple racing stripes going over the roof and around the doorway. Black tinted windows, and an extra vent for the Engine on the top of the hood. Smiling some as she stared at the car, she would point it out. "that's th'one i'm lookin' at, hehe."

"Aight, let's just wait for dark now"

"Eh? Why wait, when th'cars right there?" She asked with a small groan, crossing her arms over her chest as she leant up against a tree. Sighing, she would think. "Guess yer right.... Awright then, We wait."

"If it wasn't for the fact that the owner has more guns then my dad has gold," he said calmly. "We'd be in and out like now."

Loud gulp went down the length of her throat, looking to the store. "Pretty high s'curity, then, Eh? Eheh...."

"Mos def," he said laying back into the shade of a large tree. "But most shit round here is"

Sliding her hair back with a small SIgh, she would nod in agreement. "Well, if'n th'world wasn't so fuck'd up, i bet'cha there'd be less o' this, but ya dun see me Bitchin' 'bout it."

"I know what you're sayin'," he said with a small sigh." It kills me how people can treat each other sometimes." He sat up and glanced over towards the car lot.

The owner took his collection of keys and began walking around to the cars and rolling windows up and ensuring they were locked. Once he finished his rounds he locked up the building and left.

"Show time," Soven said pulling his bandana around his face.

Pulling her own Bandanna around her Slanted Lizard face she would grin behind the cloth. "Awright, Finally... Hehehe!" She laughed, Eyes dead set on the Black and Purple Mustang with a gleam in her eyes.

"We gon' have t'break a window t'Get into th'car?" She asked, looking as the owner started to leave.

Soven looked around, "Naw, let's wait till he's gone and break inta the building."

The manager walked off his keys jiggling, he then turned around. "G'night babies," he said blowing a kiss to the cars.

Soven then moves to the edge of the building.

Bare feet pounded across the ground, Smirking wildly as she followed Soven, Pulling Her Bloodshot out from her Waistband and looking to see if it was on Safety mode or not and changing it quickly before Looking around cautiously. Stress was building some, Sort of Worried by now as she felt the Black ink starting to fill her mouth with a small groan of annoyance.

Eyes were dialated to better see her Surroundings, and to follow Soven more accurately so she wouldn't wander off.

Soven pulled a brick out from under his shirt and chucked it into the building

By now the Ink was trickling down her Chin and neck, slowly subsiding as her Stress level slowly lowered itself as she heard the Brick smash through the Window, thinking she would easily drive home and Evade the Cops. Hand gripped her gun tightly, careful to not pull the trigger.