âWell, this should be fun.â
Disney Mashup || Double Take
[center]When one hears the deep grumbling of a motorcycle, they think of some leather-jacket clad, tall, powerful, and gruff looking person, probably blasting some sort of loud rock music. Right? That couldnât be more untrue with Erin. This short, skinny, all-smiles girl was blaring a Disney medley on repeat. Its not like anyone would hear anyways. The road was completely empty. But that wasnât necessarily a bad thing. It meant that Erin could drive as fast as she wanted. And she was driving fast.
One of the best things about her powers is her ability to simply urge her motorcycle forward. The engine runs solely on her will power, and its not even limited by power of the engine itself. If Erin wants it to go faster, it will go faster. She was almost at 250 mph right now. Her dark red sweatshirt was practically being torn off of her body. It was rippling and flapping loudly in the wind, but Erin couldnât hear it. Her ears were filled with the purr of the engine and the loud music. You could faintly see her focused, squinted eyes through her helmet. At this speed, sheâll be there in mere minutes.
Erin could see the silhouette of the large compound growing closer and closer. She figured now would be a good time to slow down⊠but why not make her arrival be known. She gripped the handlebars and tensed her shoulders. At the last second, she willed her bike to make a sharp right. And oh, it did. If not for the fact that Erin was holding on for dear life, she probably wouldâve been thrown off of her bike. Her back tire made an extremely loud screeeeech as she turned and sped into the lot. Another ear wrenching screech, a wheelie, and the silencing of music, and Erin was there. Taking a deep breath, she hopped off of her bike and pulled off her helmet. She shook her head to get her hair out completely. It had been a tied in a tight bun when she started drive, but now it was much more loose. She figured she fix it up afterwards.
Erin made her way to the entrance, her heavy combat boots creating soft sounds with every step. She could hear people talking⊠it was faint, but she knew she was not the first one here. She paused in her walking to listen..
[url=#9C0000] "Baby your eyes are bluer than the Atlantic ocean, and honey I'm lost at sea! No wait! I've got a better one! Did you cause an earthquake, or did you just rock my world?"[/color]
Erin practically gagged. Once the two finished their exchange, she came out of her hiding place. âThose pickup lines were so foul I honestly think I need to take a shower.â She paused in front of the group of three people. âHey there. Nameâs Erin Altman. Ahh⊠Metal.â She grabbed her sleeve and pulled it up, revealing the silver snake bracelet that was coiled around her wrist. Taking a deep breath through her nose, the snake seemed to come alive. It uncoiled and rested on her open palm. Its head was raised in the air, and its little metal tongue darted out of its mouth. Erin smiled and lowered her hand, the snake returning to its original position.
âHold the applause. Iâm available for birthdays and bar mitzvahs⊠Only those things though.â Erin let out a hearty chuckle at her own joke.
Erin glanced over at the guy who was hopelessly trying to pick up blondie. âIf you want to get a girl, thatâs not the way to do it. You have to be elegant; you have to charm her.â And with that Erin turned so she was facing said blondie. In one swift motion, she grabbed the hairband keeping her hair up and pulled it out, giving her head a quick shake. She stared deep into the blondeâs bright blue eyes, opened her mouth, and uttered the words âQuand je vous regarde, je vois une rose. Vous ĂȘtes belle, mais vous ĂȘtes difficile Ă obtenir. Je aime ça.â She spoke fluently and ended the sentence with a soft, somewhat shy smile.