Mona hummed a little ditty to herself, content and confident she'd win this race for sure. Though as she flew out of the alley into the other street at top speed, her heart sank to her stomach, eyes wide as her bike nearly came fender to fender with a parked police car.
"Ooooh sh-" she cut herself off mid curse, gripping the handles of her breaks so that her wheels made skid marks on the pavement's surface. She sat on her running bike like a deer caught into the headlights, staring back at the cop who equally was surprised at the sudden Vespa speeding out from the alley. Like a tableau caught in time, the two seemed to be stopped in time, two cowboys facing each other down for a gun fight. Not a muscle moved on either one of them until Mona regained her senses and pivoted a 180 back the way she'd come as fast as the Mona Cycle could take her. Like a dog with it's tail between it's legs, Mona chicken out and made a run for it.
Blasting back through the alley, Mona returned once again back onto the street where the race with Knuckles has started. Only this time, the racing spirits had fled from Mona's body to be replaced with pure panic, her heart thumping loudly against her chest. Careening down the hill at top speeds, the loud sirens of a police car filled the air with it's piecing cry, eager to follow and catch it's pray.
Spotting Knuckles, Mona's voice peeled over the din of noise to a feverish pitch, panic clearly laced on her voice. Didn't matter who won the race, all Mona wanted to do now was avoid being caught for speeding. An arm left the handle bar of the cycle to furiously wave at her companion to make a beeline for the intended shores.
"RUN FORREST KNUCKLES, RUUUUUUUN!
So far not what she had planned in today's agenda.
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"Ooooh sh-" she cut herself off mid curse, gripping the handles of her breaks so that her wheels made skid marks on the pavement's surface. She sat on her running bike like a deer caught into the headlights, staring back at the cop who equally was surprised at the sudden Vespa speeding out from the alley. Like a tableau caught in time, the two seemed to be stopped in time, two cowboys facing each other down for a gun fight. Not a muscle moved on either one of them until Mona regained her senses and pivoted a 180 back the way she'd come as fast as the Mona Cycle could take her. Like a dog with it's tail between it's legs, Mona chicken out and made a run for it.
Blasting back through the alley, Mona returned once again back onto the street where the race with Knuckles has started. Only this time, the racing spirits had fled from Mona's body to be replaced with pure panic, her heart thumping loudly against her chest. Careening down the hill at top speeds, the loud sirens of a police car filled the air with it's piecing cry, eager to follow and catch it's pray.
Spotting Knuckles, Mona's voice peeled over the din of noise to a feverish pitch, panic clearly laced on her voice. Didn't matter who won the race, all Mona wanted to do now was avoid being caught for speeding. An arm left the handle bar of the cycle to furiously wave at her companion to make a beeline for the intended shores.
"RUN
FORRESTKNUCKLES, RUUUUUUUN!So far not what she had planned in today's agenda.