I.S.A.N.E.

icymuffin • 4 June 2011 at 8:28 PM

The guy grabbed Chase's arm and pulled him away
"Let's get going."


{ @smilies ~ Sorry ><" I just wanted to start some action... She's still perfectly fine~~ Wake her up~~ Where is she~~~ }

smilies • 4 June 2011 at 8:29 PM

@icymuffin Yeah, where is she? 😋

redfire77 • 4 June 2011 at 8:31 PM

Told you, Posha said to herself. Her other arm flew out and grabbed the arm that the guy wasn't holding. With a firm grip, she stalked the other direction.

icymuffin • 4 June 2011 at 8:50 PM

Another one of the group spoke up. "We take the kid too?"
The group's leader nodded and the other person picked Posha up and tossed her into the back seat.
Chase bowed his head and stepped into the car.

It didn't take them long to get to the building, now old and looking worn. But not much had changed and looked exactly the same.
The other car was already there...

redfire77 • 4 June 2011 at 8:55 PM

Posha grumbled. Oh poop. And she went to sleep.

smilies • 4 June 2011 at 8:58 PM

*Is still unconscious*

icymuffin • 4 June 2011 at 9:00 PM

They pulled to a stop just inside the first floor garage. Chase nudged Posha as he got out of the car and followed the group's leader.
The other guys were already there with Britney.

{@redfire77
@smilies ~Now what?}

redfire77 • 4 June 2011 at 9:03 PM

Posha lifted her head and saw a dimly lighted garage, empty of cars besides this one. She went back to sleep.

smilies • 4 June 2011 at 9:05 PM

She was sitting calmly on the sofa. She turned in the direction of Chase when he entered. Her eyes were closed.

icymuffin • 4 June 2011 at 9:06 PM

"Just leave her in there for now. She can't drive the cars without the keys anyways. Sh'ell come out when she wants... For now...
"Hey hey!" The group's leader jabbed Britney. "Wake up kiddo!"

redfire77 • 4 June 2011 at 9:08 PM

Posha heard the guys comment and slowly sat up behind the tinted windows. She leaned on one side of the car and quickly leaned on the other. Slowly, the car started to rock.

icymuffin • 4 June 2011 at 9:10 PM

{ @redfire77 ~ But it's a TON vs. a kid o_O And the doors aren't locked...}

Chase stared at the girl sitting before them. Which one of them was she? he wondered.

smilies • 4 June 2011 at 9:11 PM

"Excuse me." She opened her eyes and looked around mildly. "Nice place you got here."

redfire77 • 4 June 2011 at 9:15 PM

@icymuffin I've done it with my car XD

Posha continued rocking until the car was teetering dangerously on 2 wheels. She gave it a final push and rolled into a ball and braced herself.

icymuffin • 4 June 2011 at 9:15 PM

The group leader stared at her for a moment.
"Ain't mine. 's is his brother's." Jabbing his thumb in the direction of Chase. "How else did you think he got into this stuff, eh? Ain't strong enough for one thing." The guy laughed his head off


{Pretty sure you can't knock a car over like that, but ah well... :] }

smilies • 4 June 2011 at 9:18 PM

"Definitely not." She agreed.

james-bond • 4 June 2011 at 9:20 PM

yeah dude! Youa re the man!
*watches the guy's head roll on the ground*

icymuffin • 4 June 2011 at 9:21 PM

Chase glanced over his shoulder as the car tipped over. "She's ready."
He looked back at Britney and shrugged.
"Sure I ain't. You know why you're here?"

smilies • 4 June 2011 at 9:24 PM

"Yes. Can I please have some coffee?" She rubbed her eyes. "I'm kind of tired."

icymuffin • 4 June 2011 at 9:29 PM

Chase chuckled. "You don't know do you, Britney."
He turned to the other guys, "Well? You guys got some? No, I think we'll have to duscuss this tomorrow morning. We better take care of the car first. We don't need any of the unwanted attention."
Chase got up and led the way...


{Gotta go for a while, BBL}
{@james_bond ~ Uh... spam, much?}

james-bond • 4 June 2011 at 9:32 PM

No! Not spamming, not meaning to anyway. I've just been following the script for a while. So yeah. Here's a Cappuccino *hands out a coffee to the acting crew*

smilies • 4 June 2011 at 9:33 PM

"Okay, where am I sleeping?" She asked. "Is there anything for dinner?" She yawned.

icymuffin • 4 June 2011 at 10:18 PM

"Your room will be fouth right on the third floor. I think you'll have to share with Posha, so don't go killing her yet. As for dinner, they don't cook much since we're always out doing our jobs. Follow me."
Chase motioned her to follow him to the kitchen.
"Don't get much groceries here, so you cool with me making some pasta?"

smilies • 4 June 2011 at 11:27 PM

"Sure. Never tried it before." She shrugged.

redfire77 • 4 June 2011 at 11:36 PM

@icymuffin im pretty sure i cant either XD but whatev. i can change it if you want 😋
Posha tumbled around. Ow.... that was a pretty stupid idea. What was she thinking? Posha waited for the dust to settle, and got out of the upside down car. Where was she? Oh look! An elevator, she told herself. Posha got in it and pressed ground floor. Hopefully Chase and Britney were there. Well, maybe not Britney...

icymuffin • 4 June 2011 at 11:38 PM

Chase pulled out a box of penne pasta, a jar of sauce and a small pot.
"This town, you said it was familar? You been here before?"

redfire77 • 4 June 2011 at 11:49 PM

@icymuffin {which floor are they on?! it doesnt say. oh well...}

Posha looked around. It was just the lobby. Nobody. She got back in the elevator and tried all the floors until she got to the penthouse. Wow. Of all the floors Chase was on, it was the last one she chose. How lucky. Posha kicked open the only door on the floor and walked in.

smilies • 4 June 2011 at 11:50 PM

"Oh, no." She said innocently "I haven't set eyes on this place in my life."

icymuffin • 4 June 2011 at 11:52 PM

Chase glanced over his shoulder as Posha walked in.
"Keep away from the stove... What took you so long? Why'd you have to flip the car? You got money to pay for it?" he asked jokingly.

He heard the lie in her voice
"Anyways," Chase said to Britney, "they did mention someone like you passing through once. What were you here for?"
Chase placed a plate of penne with sause on the table for Britney and Posha

redfire77 • 4 June 2011 at 11:55 PM

Posha rubbed her scraped arm with a frown and said, "My brain farted." She leaned over the pot and asked, "Can I make alfredo?"