Snippet #1843843

They must've made one hell of a weird-ass entourage, cruisin' down the road blasting all kinds of noise without a single damn given for what anyone else thought of in, in all manner of vehicles from trucks to muscle cars to motorcycles. As the tight rubber of the Harley Davidson's tires tore across the asphalt road, Izzie felt the wind against her dark, rough skin, felt it all around her--a rushing embrace that could not be replaced. The roaring music that perpetually surrounded her only enhanced that and made it all the more freeing and releasing.

Up ahead, her eyes unobstructed by any bulky, constrictive helmet, Izzie caught sight of the old house. They were rapidly approaching the humble abode that rested on the coast beside the sea--Izzie could feel the air inflected with the feel and scent of salt, the aura of the ocean as they drew nearer. How long has it been since I swam? she couldn't help but wonder as she saw the dark cerulean surface of the sea. She could remember she'd actually learnt to swim for the first time when she'd been here five years ago, but upon reflection, she hadn't so much as dipped her feet into the sea, or a lake, or so much as a swimming pool, not since. She had no fear or dislike of water, or of the ocean--one of her lifelong dreams, after all, being to see the beaches her own country of Brazil was so famous for--but since then, it had never really struck her. Wonder if I can even still do it.

Her motorcycle came at last to a stop before the towering structure of the old building. She looked up at it--this place had been her home for one all-too-brief summer, long before the apartment she now struggled to maintain and afford through an honest living. Probably full of all kinds of mold and insects and pests and other nasty-ass merda, she thought to herself--after all, it was to be expected after five years that the house would probably have obtained some...new residents. Well, she was familiar with that--being no stranger to old, subpar living quarters, Izzie could not bring herself to regard it as a particularly horrifying prospect, though without a doubt there'd have to be some kind of cleansing of the house if they were gonna be living there again, because Izzie sure as hell wasn't keen on finding out the hard way halfway through the night a massive fucking tarantula had laid claim to the room she used to sleep in.

Yeah, you only needed that to happen to you once before you started making sure.

Alice ran up, tossing her motorcycle helmet aside and sitting down on the steps. "It's so great to be home!" she howled up to the sky. "Freedom, we have arrived!" Izzie couldn't conceal a smile at her excitement. Well, everyone here's probably pretty excited, I'm guessin'. Not least of all her stony-faced self. Anticipation mounting within, Izzie silenced the Harley-Davidson and dismounted, stepping not towards the house but towards the shore it faced, watching the ocean--almost, she felt, just like she had five years ago. She hadn't changed at all since then, not even the way her rosewood eyes reflected the shimmering depths of the sea and sent waves of melancholy and discontent back to the azure surface.

[[One day without thirty posts will not kill the RP. :P]]