Post by MasterEvil on Jun 11, 2020 21:39:58 GMT
ESCAPISM SORORITY
Practice
It has been a couple months since I escaped again. Freedom once again. The fresh air so precious against my skin and inside my lungs. Though it currently smells of oil and some kind of pizza topping. For, this time, I was helped by two other escapees. The first is a rather buxom blonde…Verónica Falcón, if I remember her name, is very loud but is in charge of getting food and drinks for us to survive on. The other is a brown haired girl called Emma Styche, who is currently doing some tinkering with our Saviour. It may be a motorcycle with a treadmill but without it none of us would’ve escaped Miss Divine…that name still sends shivers down my spine.
“Thinking of her again, NYX?”
I turn my attention to Verónica, her top stained by the pizza her breath is consumed by.
“Nyx…”
I softly answer before she pulls me into a hug. At first I flinch, a permanent side effect of all the things that happened back there, but then I rest my head on her shoulder. Careful to not ruffle her blonde hair.
“Yo cuddlers-”
We turn our attention to Emma, releasing ourselves from our hug as she stands up from our bike and drops a somewhat rusty wrench.
“-Saviour’s ready for the Sippy Cup Qualifier.”
I blink in surprise before smiling. I still don’t remember who’s suggestion it was to take our Saviour and become a racing team. However, with none of us currently having a method to secure a consistent income and me being not sure how much one of these cards I stole of her can carry, it didn’t take us long to agree to such an idea.
Could it be dangerous?
Yes.
Could any of us die at any point during this?
Yes.
But these are the risks we’ve accepted the moment we escaped her.
For this life of ours.
“But what should our overall goal for this race be?”
“Besides winning?”
“Obvs.”
“Well, other than winning, I think the most ideal goal is to take this opportunity to advertise ourselves to a potential sponsor that could get us enough money to afford a place to call home.”
“But won’t this ‘dog agility zig zag’ be a hindrance for us?”
“I don’t why. It may have a thick treadmill and strong armour but Saviour is a motorbike at the end of the day and if NYX leans properly - like she has been practicing for a while now - she’ll cut through it like a hot knife through butter.”
“Hmmm…butter…Verónica likes butter…”
“NYXNYXNYX.”
Me and Emma couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Falcón nearly drooling. Something she quickly caught onto as she wipes it with the back of her right hand before faking a cough to get our attention back on topic.
“What about the huge amount of water and mud all over the place? Won’t that cause problems for us, a bike user, than the cars of everyone else.”
“Do you even know why tanks use treadmills instead of wheels?”
“Because it’s bulletproof.”
“Well that too but that isn’t my point. Tanks never get stuck in mud or water, that isn’t too deep, because of the amazing grip treads have. If anything the fact that everyone else is using wheel dependent vehicles gives us a massive advantage.”
“But what about NYX? The bike may be bulletproof but she ain’t…and she’ll be exposed all race.”
“If she leans forward like a professional MotoGP rider then the glass would protect her front.”
“So basically have her ass up in the air…when there is literally a driving penis joke on the track.”
“Nyxnyxnyx.”
“I know that you’re a great driver but I can’t help but worry about you.”
“Nyxxxx…”
“Caring about your safety is not a reason to whine.”
“But there is no way she can practice, let alone win us the race, if you try to go all mother on us whenever one of us gets a scratch.”
“I get that winning the money is important, as well as any potential sponsorship, but winning is not everything. If we don’t win we’ll take it as a learning experience to improve upon.”
“Yeah but if we win and split the winnings, while I’ll be using it for some new clothes, you’ll be…”
“Getting pizzas…”
I giggled at the way those words practically drooled out Verónica’s mouth. Though…what do I get from winning this race? Because, win or lose this race, every breath I take away from that place is victory enough for me. Maybe, if we win, I could try using my share of the money for lessons in things like carpentry or something? Maybe that question should be something I give more time to than just a snap judgement. Whatever the case I step past our mechanic to place a hand on Saviour.
“Nyxnyx…nyx?”
“Sure you can go practice again. The bike is so stable that not even your dangerous driving can break it.”
Immediately I pouted and puffed my cheeks out for a moment, which the both of them laughed at me for, before I slowly sat myself down on Saviour. I lean my body down so my chest is practically saddling the cushiony surface before clutching onto the handles and starting our ride. The sound of its engine roaring to life is such comfort, after so long of hearing nothing other than her laughter, as I slowly ride Saviour out of this derelict garage we found a couple days ago. Best to keep practicing for this race…especially if she sends Caden after me again.
“Thinking of her again, NYX?”
I turn my attention to Verónica, her top stained by the pizza her breath is consumed by.
“Nyx…”
I softly answer before she pulls me into a hug. At first I flinch, a permanent side effect of all the things that happened back there, but then I rest my head on her shoulder. Careful to not ruffle her blonde hair.
“Yo cuddlers-”
We turn our attention to Emma, releasing ourselves from our hug as she stands up from our bike and drops a somewhat rusty wrench.
“-Saviour’s ready for the Sippy Cup Qualifier.”
I blink in surprise before smiling. I still don’t remember who’s suggestion it was to take our Saviour and become a racing team. However, with none of us currently having a method to secure a consistent income and me being not sure how much one of these cards I stole of her can carry, it didn’t take us long to agree to such an idea.
Could it be dangerous?
Yes.
Could any of us die at any point during this?
Yes.
But these are the risks we’ve accepted the moment we escaped her.
For this life of ours.
“But what should our overall goal for this race be?”
“Besides winning?”
“Obvs.”
“Well, other than winning, I think the most ideal goal is to take this opportunity to advertise ourselves to a potential sponsor that could get us enough money to afford a place to call home.”
“But won’t this ‘dog agility zig zag’ be a hindrance for us?”
“I don’t why. It may have a thick treadmill and strong armour but Saviour is a motorbike at the end of the day and if NYX leans properly - like she has been practicing for a while now - she’ll cut through it like a hot knife through butter.”
“Hmmm…butter…Verónica likes butter…”
“NYXNYXNYX.”
Me and Emma couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Falcón nearly drooling. Something she quickly caught onto as she wipes it with the back of her right hand before faking a cough to get our attention back on topic.
“What about the huge amount of water and mud all over the place? Won’t that cause problems for us, a bike user, than the cars of everyone else.”
“Do you even know why tanks use treadmills instead of wheels?”
“Because it’s bulletproof.”
“Well that too but that isn’t my point. Tanks never get stuck in mud or water, that isn’t too deep, because of the amazing grip treads have. If anything the fact that everyone else is using wheel dependent vehicles gives us a massive advantage.”
“But what about NYX? The bike may be bulletproof but she ain’t…and she’ll be exposed all race.”
“If she leans forward like a professional MotoGP rider then the glass would protect her front.”
“So basically have her ass up in the air…when there is literally a driving penis joke on the track.”
“Nyxnyxnyx.”
“I know that you’re a great driver but I can’t help but worry about you.”
“Nyxxxx…”
“Caring about your safety is not a reason to whine.”
“But there is no way she can practice, let alone win us the race, if you try to go all mother on us whenever one of us gets a scratch.”
“I get that winning the money is important, as well as any potential sponsorship, but winning is not everything. If we don’t win we’ll take it as a learning experience to improve upon.”
“Yeah but if we win and split the winnings, while I’ll be using it for some new clothes, you’ll be…”
“Getting pizzas…”
I giggled at the way those words practically drooled out Verónica’s mouth. Though…what do I get from winning this race? Because, win or lose this race, every breath I take away from that place is victory enough for me. Maybe, if we win, I could try using my share of the money for lessons in things like carpentry or something? Maybe that question should be something I give more time to than just a snap judgement. Whatever the case I step past our mechanic to place a hand on Saviour.
“Nyxnyx…nyx?”
“Sure you can go practice again. The bike is so stable that not even your dangerous driving can break it.”
Immediately I pouted and puffed my cheeks out for a moment, which the both of them laughed at me for, before I slowly sat myself down on Saviour. I lean my body down so my chest is practically saddling the cushiony surface before clutching onto the handles and starting our ride. The sound of its engine roaring to life is such comfort, after so long of hearing nothing other than her laughter, as I slowly ride Saviour out of this derelict garage we found a couple days ago. Best to keep practicing for this race…especially if she sends Caden after me again.
Tried to answer all the questions in this roleplay