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Apr. 19th, 2025 at 7:28 PM
[A few hours of open road makes for easygoing fun. It's great to be traveling again, and the feeling of Chrissy leaning up against his back, holding on tight while he whips ahead on a wide-open freeway through the pitch black of night is like nothing else. The last time they were racing up and down this freeway, they were on the way to go burn a bunch of people's lives down - but now that's hours back, back with the rest of the city. They've left the lights and have nothing to look at but the pavement in Johnnie's headlight, the glimpses of stars shining weakly through hazy clouds, and occasionally an oncoming car.
Johnnie hasn't exactly been trying to tune in to his senses or abilities or whatever it is he has - he's just been cruising, letting the night go by, enjoying their plunge northward without a care or a thought. So it is deeply irritating when the pavement quickly fades to a well-worn dirt track that almost tosses him and Chrissy to the ground, and it takes all of his skills to get the front wheel under control and to slow down before they hit a rock that really might launch them into the nearest alfalfa field. Or whatever it is that's here, whenever they've found themselves. Somewhere pre-freeway. Boo.
But there are a few lights ahead, and he did need a stop to pee, so, fuck it.]
Well, shit. Y'know, I dunno exactly where we are. Last sign said San Jose was still fuckin' hours off. You good? That was kinda shaky.
[As long as this dirt road stays packed, they can drive it, but it's going to be slow. Good thing they're almost to somewhere.]
Johnnie hasn't exactly been trying to tune in to his senses or abilities or whatever it is he has - he's just been cruising, letting the night go by, enjoying their plunge northward without a care or a thought. So it is deeply irritating when the pavement quickly fades to a well-worn dirt track that almost tosses him and Chrissy to the ground, and it takes all of his skills to get the front wheel under control and to slow down before they hit a rock that really might launch them into the nearest alfalfa field. Or whatever it is that's here, whenever they've found themselves. Somewhere pre-freeway. Boo.
But there are a few lights ahead, and he did need a stop to pee, so, fuck it.]
Well, shit. Y'know, I dunno exactly where we are. Last sign said San Jose was still fuckin' hours off. You good? That was kinda shaky.
[As long as this dirt road stays packed, they can drive it, but it's going to be slow. Good thing they're almost to somewhere.]
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[The others are all finishing up too, and Chrissy looks like she's about to collapse, so he decides it's time. He clears his throat to get their attention, then gestures to the food, then the two of them with a sort of hands crossed over his chest and half bow motion. That's kind of like saying thanks?
Laughing and shaking his head as they look somewhere between puzzled and understanding, he stands up and pulls Chrissy to her feet as well.]
Thanks. We're gonna go.
[Why the fuck is he even trying to talk? It's not like simple sentences make it easier for them. He points toward back where they came from, and then turns his head sideways onto folded hands and closes his eyes.
Sleeping is an easy motion to understand, although there's clearly some confusion in the response of the two boys, who try to say something at the same time, then swat at each other and laugh. Sleeping during the day? Weird.]
Do you think they drugged the tortillas or something? It feels like I can barely keep my eyes open.
[She's laughing because that's a joke.
Mostly.]
Anyway, it's really nice to meet people somewhere that don't make us want to burn down where they live. It's good to have stops like this every now and then.
[Despite how drowsy she is, she starts to pick up her pace as she sees his bike edging in closer.]
[But they don't have cars, or electricity, or money, so by his standards they don't have much. It's like those beaver trappers they met out east, those were Indians too, and then people like Nesry, or that prohibition town where he was making friends with all the black people who had been shunned of to one side of the place. His friends back home, too. The less people have, maybe the better they are at making friends, sticking together, relying on each other.
Not that he'd ever advocate for giving shit up. He's happy with whatever he has, but obviously he's no fucking hermit who wants to go live in the woods and shoot ducks, not really.
Back at the bike, he tosses his lighter and cigarettes in a saddlebag for now just so they're not uncomfortably lumpy underneath him, then sighs contentedly as he stretches out on the grass with his jacket underneath his head, and holds an arm out for her to curl up next to him.]
I'd get bored here too long though. So I hope tomorrow we go forward, not even farther back.
[Or she thinks she does. They just seem so cool. The reality is probably terrifying. But it's fun to imagine being the only humans alive to see real dinosaurs, millions of years before they're ever born.
She's smiling as she settles in the grass, curled up beside him with her head on his chest. Beneath the trees the sun doesn't bother her, it's shady enough for the summer breeze to actually be a little cool. Her eyes instantly shut, and she ignores the fact she hasn't gotten to brush her teeth or anything in favor of just enjoying how nice it feels to get to rest.]
We'll try leaving once we wake up. You're such a good driver we'll be able to get somewhere else.
[No matter what, she'll always believe in him. It's that unwavering faith that has her smiling as she nuzzles in closer and turns her head enough to kiss at his clothed chest. He can do anything he puts his mind to. Even get them the hell out of nature.]
On the other, way more important hand, he is a good driver. He's a great driver. Fuck yeah he'll get them somewhere else.]
Just you wait, baby girl. I'll get us somewhere new an' perfect. Better every time.
[There is no way he can guarantee that, and having said it, in fact, nearly guarantees he'll take them somewhere terrible. But! He's gonna try his fucking best!
Snickering, he yawns despite himself and throws an arm over his eyes. Sleep is about to come extra-easy.]