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When Rochelle’s eyes opened that day, the whirring of an engine played in her ears. She thought at first someone was messing around with some powers outside of where she’d been sleeping, and she assumed that’s what stirred her awake. As she rolled forward to get to her feet, she quite literally rolled forward. The motion almost made her feel dizzy, and it caused her to accelerate forward more quickly. The wolf ... or more like the, uh ... automobile gave a gasp of shock, whirring around to break through the jungle canopy. As she did, twigs snapped and the thick, waxy leaves flew around her.
When she made it to the beach, she halted, hearing a mechanic screech. Was someone playing tricks on her? Were some pesky kids trying to make her sound like a car with every movement she made? Rochelle huffed, though it was overlapped with the sound of an engine revving. ”I swear—“ The crewmember had been looking around for the pranksters when she was caught off guard by her reflection in a nearby pool of water. She was a car. Clear as the ocean beyond, a car. Dark brown, black in the sunlight, with deep amber headlights. Then, she began to freak out. ”Holy—HONK! Mercy me! HONK! HELP! HOOOONK!” She whipped around to see Marcellus, or a CAR that appeared to be Marcel, and she rolled over frantically to him, trying to say something but amidst her freaking out, only this came out to him: ”HOOOOOOONK!”
When Rochelle’s eyes opened that day, the whirring of an engine played in her ears. She thought at first someone was messing around with some powers outside of where she’d been sleeping, and she assumed that’s what stirred her awake. As she rolled forward to get to her feet, she quite literally rolled forward. The motion almost made her feel dizzy, and it caused her to accelerate forward more quickly. The wolf ... or more like the, uh ... automobile gave a gasp of shock, whirring around to break through the jungle canopy. As she did, twigs snapped and the thick, waxy leaves flew around her.
When she made it to the beach, she halted, hearing a mechanic screech. Was someone playing tricks on her? Were some pesky kids trying to make her sound like a car with every movement she made? Rochelle huffed, though it was overlapped with the sound of an engine revving. ”I swear—“ The crewmember had been looking around for the pranksters when she was caught off guard by her reflection in a nearby pool of water. She was a car. Clear as the ocean beyond, a car. Dark brown, black in the sunlight, with deep amber headlights. Then, she began to freak out. ”Holy—HONK! Mercy me! HONK! HELP! HOOOONK!” She whipped around to see Marcellus, or a CAR that appeared to be Marcel, and she rolled over frantically to him, trying to say something but amidst her freaking out, only this came out to him: ”HOOOOOOONK!”
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ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags
ain't it a gentle sound the rolling in the grave
[size=8pt]ain't it like thunder under earth the sound it makes ⋆ tags