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 Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 12:41 pm
((Hey, people have to get to the city. Not everyone can fly, teleport, or modify time/space for their own gain. =P))
The scenic route, so to speak, stretching from Dane County, Wisconsin all the way to Seattle, Washington.
Speed Limit Varies
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 1:07 pm
Seven Months.
Seven. Long. Months.
Although Blake didn't quite remember the reason for his admittance to the Wonderful Golden Pines Psychiatric Hospital in Presho, South Dakota, he most definately remembered the stay. Even moreso the escape, which was quite the feat, considering the extensive list of medications and treatments he had been subjected to.
"Heh...who knew these ambulances handled so well...maybe I was wasting my time with all of those vans..." Blake mumbled as he sped down the highway, making sure to keep an eye on the rear-view mirrors.
"You had better ditch the ride...it wont be long before they realize it's gone."
"Oh come on! I just got it!! It's bad enough I had to knock out that guard and steal this stupid looking uniform, at least let me keep the ride!"
"Hehe...that WAS pretty funny, especially when he.....hey!! None of those fancy tricks mister! Ditch the ambulance and find something less conspicuous...a**..."
The mumbling continued as Blake continued down the road, half-mindedly messing with the radio with his free hand.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 3:36 pm
28 Hours Later
Gradually closing in on the Washington State border, Blake decides to make a brief stop at an "Arby's". Having a well-documented weakness for curly fries, he heads back to his newly "aquired" vehicle.
"Ok....part of me feels really bad for mugging that guy and stealing his car...and his clothes...but come on!! He was clearly asking for it!!"
"So let me get this straight....a guy, leaving a shopping mall, with two Old Navy bags in hand deserved to get mugged?"
".... "
"..."
"...Y...yes! Old Navy...kills...pandas..."
"..."
"...."
"...Pandas?"
"Yes....pandas. Erm...anyways..."
"Where exactly are we going?"
".....eep..."
"You don't know...do you?"
"Shut up..."
"Well...we can always go back to Aur.."
"NO! Um...that is to say..."
"Just drive, dummy..."
After briefly pulling at a lock of stray hair, and downing a quick handfull of delicious curly fries, Blake hopped back into the recently aquired Jeep and turned on the radio, the final section of "Surf of Syn" by GWAR playing on the radio as he peeled out of the Arby's parking lot.
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 2:25 pm
22 1/2 Hours Later
"Well...it took you long enough to finally get a map....a**... "
"Dammit...quit calling me an a**! This may not be the first time we've escaped from a place like that, but I'd like to think that this time it is going rather smoothly! "
"I do see your point...we aren't getting shot at this time. So, where are we going now? "
With a plastic bag full of the all too familiar travel supplies (a couple bags of Skittles, trail mix, and a two liter of Faygo Root Beer) in one hand, and a map in the other, Blake walked out of the highway adjacent 7-Eleven and back towards the Jeep.
"Well...up ahead's an intersection. Right will take us towards Canada, and left'll take us towards some place called...Dul..Dullet...Dollet. Dollet. Wow...for a town this size on the map...it sure does have a horrible name. Like something out of a bad RPG or something.... "
" I'm pretty sure you said that about Aur..."
"NO! Er....I thought I told you we aren't talking about that place!"
Saying that, Blake slapped his palm against the side of his head, eliciting a loud SMACK.
"Gah!! Stop that!! That's where your brains live!! "
"That'll teach you!!"
After taking a quick look around, and aknowledging the family of four climbing out of a nearby minivan, Blake hopped back into the Jeep, starting the engine.
"....a**...."
After a quick backfire, the Jeep turned away from the gas station, heading down the highway towards the intersection. After turning towards the right exit, and a quick peel out U-turn, he headed down the road towards Dollet.
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