I have a gun

Who:- Atomic search team Beta. Jay, Tara + Eve
Where:- Miami
when:- 1984!
Eve adjusted the left shoelace, as it had come undone for the tenth
time. She had wanted to go with the punk look, black baggy clothes,
black hair, pale skin (ok nothings changed there) a tarten skirt
added over the pants and lots of safety pins, but she wouldn't get
far without asking for trouble, trouble which she didn't need.
Instead she had taken the dye out of her hair and gone back to her
natural blonde which she hadn't been in six years and taken on a
look she wasn't use to.
She glided over the pavement, the roller-skates moving with ease, a
white and baby-pink sweatband on her left wrist hid her com-link.
She had bunched-up thick baby-pink socks on that covered her shins,
a thin material of electric pink covered the bottom half of her
bikini, though it was quite short and with the fast movement of
skating wouldn't stay down. She had her top half clad with an
electric orange bikini top and a small back back on her back, which
of course had the essentials, a top if she needed it, money, a gun,
another gun and various bits of science equipment they may need.
As she skated she adjusted her pink shaded sunglasses so that they
were now sitting on her head and tied her hair back. She was moving
along close to the beach with other skaters desperate to find Andy
and Tara, wishing she had left with them, but trying to calm Jasmine
down because she couldn't go along had made Eve miss them.
Eve knew she had to get to Key West, so finding a way there would
have to be her number one option, she'd find the other two once she
was there, there was no way she'd find them here. But how to get
there, it'd take to long to skate to, she couldn't drive and she
only knew the direction it was in.
She skated along in the direction, a sour look on her face as she
pondered what the frell she was going to do.
A cream coloured volvo slowed down as creeped its way along the road
beside her, the driver inside tried getting her attention.
"Hey... Oi... You there, Pinkie!"
"Who me?" Eve stopped moving and faced the car as it stopped too.
"You look lost!"
"You could say that." Eve's bottom lip found its way under her top
teeth.
"Wanna ride somewhere?"
"What's the catch?"
"I'm sure we'd work something out." The driver winked and leaned
over opening the passenger door, patting the seat for her to get in.
Eve thought about the situation for a moment, remembering the
contents of her backpack she hoped in.
The car smelt of smoke, Eve couldn't help but cough, the back seat
was covered in papers and the driver's beer belly touched the
steering wheel.
"Where you going love?" His hand finding its way to her thigh.
Eve shuttered before answering, "Key West."
The drivers hand remained there they were on the freeway.
"Me names Mark." Looking over at her giving her a silmy grin.
"Eve." She gave a quick tight lipped smile back, looking back out
the window in the hope that the situation would be over soon,
instead Mark's hand went higher up her leg, she moved it off all
together, it came back again suddently, higher again this time and
tighter.
"Take your hand off me."
"You want a ride, I want some pu...." He stopped there, his hand
moved slowly back to the wheel, his head didn't move but his eyes
glaced to the right of him as far as they could go, he gulped as a
bead of sweat made its way down the side of his face.
"What's a pretty thing like you got a horrible thing like that for?"
He referred to the gun that was held to his temple.
"For the likes of you." Eve hissed moving the gun down to his crouch
so as not to be seen by the other drivers and to add more fear.
"Now drive me to Key West."
The rest of the ride remained silent, apart from Mark's whimpering.
He pulled up as close as he could get to her desired location and
quietly asked her to get the f*#% out of his car. She got out of the
car and aimed the gun at his head, he was too scared to move, she
pulled the trigger and nothing happened, she had been aiming an
unloaded gun, she smiled at him, laughing, as he cursed about his
now soiled pants and drove off. Shaking her head, she loaded the gun
and put it away.
Jay and Tara pulled up shortly after.
"It's about time." Eve said, hands on her hips, hoping that the two
would actually reconize her.
<TAG Jay, Tara anyone else joining us...>
<I know nothing about the eighties, except that they had no taste!!!
or Miami for that matter, come to think of it.>
~*Eve*~