City Outskirts -- Sanabelle

        As Sanabelle fades behind you, houses and buildings becoming few
and far between, the road gets thicker. Soon it becomes a beautiful high
way, cutting into the green countryside. The Outskirts of Sanabelle are
quiet and peaceful, despite this massive road which seems to plunge into
no where. Some have said the highway was built just for the sake of
building it. And those who have driven onit, almost always agree. A
beautiful, quiet stretch of road, which invites travel, but goes no where.
        The residents of these parts have made use of the fertile soil to
make the few farms on the island. Most of the island's food is imported,
and there are no live stock here. The only things grown in these few farms
are sugar cane.

--Cindy--
        Cindy is very school-girl looking. Very. Her usually hyperactive
behavior and standard way of speech reveals the fact that she's most
probably not very advantaged on the educational side of things. Smooth,
dark blonde hair reaching just a little above her shoulders fits well
around her long features. Light brown eyes, curved just a little, and a
healthy tan give a feeling there might be some Eurasian heritage somewhere
along her ancestry - but it could be just an illusion, as well. Her small
nose turns a little upwards, like a baby's nose, and seems to be
freckle-free. It may be make-up, or maybe her tan is strong enough to hide
them. Normally, a high-pitched voice adds to her hyperactive-ness, though,
it is obviously not the 'real' voice, and can be changed if there isn't a
need to it. Her lips are just a tad more pink than her skin's complexion,
and usually without lipstick - dull ground-colors are trendy these days.
Just-below-the-averege breasts, with an attempt to reveal them as bigger
than they really are, stand above a firm, although not muscular, tummy,
and almost no fat. Standing 1.74 metres tall, if she has fat in her body,
it is probably concealed well. Smooth legs, seemingly strong, end with
delicate feet.
        At the moment, she's wearing a sky-blue shirt that hangs with thin
straps over her shoulders, revealing the upper side of her back, somewhere
around the shoulder blades, and in the front, a little before her breasts
"begin" to form. The shirt ends just where her jeans start, therefor
showing some of her stomach, at times. Dark blue jeans, almost skin-tight
show her features, probably the impression she was trying to get. Darker
grey shoes, almost black, engulf her feet. She wears no rings, and has
only a small earring.

Cindy looks around as she lands... An emergency? A schoolbus in life
danger? Who's going to die? She can't see any schoolbus falling off a
cliff. For that matter, she can't see a cliff, either. She looks at
Sorna's map. "Hmmm..."

There's a sudden clatter and a surprised, muffled curse from a
half-deserted-looking auto garage, off the road a bit. Apparently, someone
saw Cindy land, and didn't expect it. Soon after, you hear a door slam.
Hmm. Maybe someone in there can tell you how to get to where you're going.

Cindy says to herself, "You know, that feels so much like that horror
movie." She shakes her head and looks at the garage. Her hands raised in a
'ewewew' motion, she slowly but not-so steadily makes her way around some
of the things around the garage. VERY horror-movie-ish. "Hello? Anybody
here?"

Yeah, seems fairly 'Halloween'-esque. There're weeds and grass growing up
through the cracks in the pavement, and there's a half-busted car sitting
in the middle of the lot; parts're piled neatly against the garage doors.
As Cindy approaches, she accidentally treads on the bell; there's another
curst from indoors. No one comes out. The sign *does* say 'open'.

Cindy looks around. Help? Damn, she shouldn't have dressed so victim-ily.
(Unlike what her desc says) She's wearing a pastel-green dress, tight
(After all, she has to fly with it!) to her body, and reaching a little
above the knees. It is complemented with matching gloves and a purse.
DEFINATELY the crimefighting outfit of the year... Definately. Her hair is
styled in that 50's style, that Jacklyn Kenedy has made so popular,
together with a hairbow. "Uhhh... Anybody home? It says it's open!"

There's a scuffling sound from inside, then a pause, then a sigh. "Yeah,"
calls a voice, "yeah, it's open. Door's unlocked. Come on in." True to his
words, the door's open. It's dark and cool inside, and smells a little
musty - also a bit like grease and a bit like cigarette smoke.

Cindy walks inside, looking to both sides before actually entering the
place. "I'm... Kinda lost..."

Sitting in the shadows - oh my yes, this is like a horror flick - face
completely shaded, is a young looking male figure. As far as you can tell,
he's wearing normal clothes - jeans, leather jacket, t-shirt. Mike Ness
hair. "Lost, huh?" He makes no move to get up. "Where're you trying to get
to, kiddo?"

Cindy hmms. "That's a good question, too." She opens up the road map...
"Basically, there's, like, this school bus full of children, or whatever,
around here and I, like, need to save them from falling down a cliff, and
stuff....?"

There's a significant pause. "We're not," says the guy, "on a movie set.
No matter WHAT anyone thinks." A slightly shorter pause, and he stands up,
face coming into the light. Half-transparent, glowing green face, that is.
The other half's *real* nice, but most people don't look at that part. "On
the other hand, up those mountains up there," he gestures vaguely, "are
plenty of cliffs."

Oh, we didn't see that coming. As befits Cindy's perspective (Which is,
basically, we are on a movie set), she places her hands over her cheeks
and screams, "AAAAAAAAAAAAIEEEEEEEEEEEH!" She's not very effective in
stressful situations.. Like a good victim, she doesn't really try to run..
She just walks back until she hits the wall.

<<And yes, she did drop her purse. Like duh?>>

Half-Life, on the other hand, doesn't make like your standard movie
monster and go after the screaming chick. Instead he leans against the
opposite wall, wincing, and waits for her to finish shrieking. "Do you
mind?" he asks, irritated.

Cindy stops for a moment. He's not attacking her, is he? WEll, she makes
another attempt.. "Please don't hurt me! PLeaaaaase?
Ple-hea-hea-heaaaaase!"

Looking wryly at the girl, Byron just shakes his head. "Look here,
chickie, I'd never hurt a girl. But if you keep screamin', I'm gonna wanna
shoot myself just t'rid me of the agony." He sighs, then tries again.
"Have you looked up on the mountain yet?" No questions about why she would
be looking for a busload of kids to save. That kinda thing is normal here.

Cindy shuts up for a moment. He's not acting very villainly, is he? She
taps her fingers on the floor for a few times, "Oh well, I was *told* it's
supposed to be around here.... Saw any school bus around?"

Half-Life shakes his head. "Nope." A beat. "And I think I'd've seen it,
too." He looks like he's waiting for something. Maybe he's waiting for her
to say something, or for her to start screaming again, or *something*.

Don't take it wrong. She did consider scraming again... But it doesn't
have the same surprise factor.. Not to mention the fact that it's no fun
if you can sympathize with the monster. Cindy's not very happy with HL's
looks, either, but she handles it for the moment. "Have you seen a *cliff*
around?"

Well, it ain't like Halfy's too happy with his looks, either. "Like I
said, kid," he reiterates gruffly, "there're cliffs in the mountains.
What're you, a superhero or something?"

Cindy looks at the mountains. "They're like, wayyyyyy there! It's supposed
to be between this (She points at a certain location) and this (You
guessed it, another location) point! And, duh? Of *course* I'm a
superheroine!"

Half-Life keeps his distance, but leans slightly closer to peer at the
map. "Ah. That's a bit north of here. But still I haven't seen any
schoolbuses." He doesn't comment on the 'superheroine' bit. Whatever
floats yer boat.

Cindy ponders. "You know, when I come to think of it, the fact that I
didn't hear about from anyone but Steffany..." Maybe, by tommorow, she'll
get it... "So, where'd you say it was?"

--Half-Life--
        Cigarette smoke and the smell of old grease permeate the black
leather jacket of the young man before you. It's simply the aura he gives
off. However, his Danny Zucco hair and his James Dean attitude aren't
anywhere near enough to cover the fact that about half of the otherwise
handsome guy's body is made up of glowing green, translucent ectoplasm. A
stray curl falls gently to the healthy side of his face, lightly shadowing
a clear, bright blue eye, but your gaze is drawn to his jawbone, hideously
visible on the other side. The pattern's repeated all over - the sleeves
of his jacket are torn off, revealing one somewhat healthy arm (well, from
the bicep down) and one translucent green one, showing the bone. Rips in
his shirt and jeans also glow.
        Half-Life is clothed in a pair of ancient dungarees, cuffed at the
bottoms and ripped in several places; his brown leather jacket is worn to
a fare-thee-well, sleeves torn off and stained. The boy's black boots are
scuffed mercilessly, laces broken and retied at least three times each,
and the sleeves of his t-shirt are rolled up almost to his shoulders.
Occasionally, he'll wear a pair of plain black 50s-style sunglasses. He's
the Rebel Without a Face.

Half-Life pauses, reaching up and scratching his nose. The angle pretty
effectly covers the grotesque half of his face, leaving only a classically
handsome visage and a bright, mild blue eye. "North?" he says. It sounds
like a question. "But listen, if one person told you this...and hey, how
do you know she knows this stuff?"

Cindy ponders that for a second. "Well... Uhhh...." Cindy says "Oh my god!
You think someone misinformed her?"

Half-Life raises his eyebrows and lets his hands drop to his sides, then
hooks his thumbs into his pockets. "It could be," he says without a hint
of irony.

Cindy ponders. "Must be that..... A shame I had to skip class for it..."
Hmm. "Wasn't too bad after all, then..." Actually, it was great. But now,
she probably has to focus on getting away from here. He's 50's. Waaayyyy
to 50's. So 50's it's not even funny. Oh, and half of him is a green
protoplasm...

Half-Life laughs. "It's never a shame to skip class, kid. But you better
get back." He sort of half turns away, then seems to think twice and looks
at Cindy through the corner of his eye - you only see the good half. The
really freakin' /cute/ half. "And don't getcherself killed with this hero
business. Getting killed ain't fun."

Cindy *looks* at Halfy. "Oh-kay..." She walks away. Very slowly. To the
door. You could probably hear her running. Think of a 'Homer Simpson when
he forgot something' ambience...

Half-Life laughs silently, then sighs quietly to himself. To the empty
room.