(Teri steal shotgun)
(Phoebe fite for shotgun.)
Teri win shotgun!
(All for a shotgun? ._.)
(Mihala take shotgun and make them go to seats)
(Ooooookay then..)
(Mihala is sensible, neither get shotgun or else bloodbath.)
(Well that escalated quickly.)
(Teri steal shotgun)
(Phoebe fite for shotgun.)
Teri win shotgun!
(All for a shotgun? ._.)
(Mihala take shotgun and make them go to seats)
(Ooooookay then..)
(Mihala is sensible, neither get shotgun or else bloodbath.)
(Well that escalated quickly.)
(Yes)
(So now we wait for others.)
(Yep)
(Fell asleep but I'm back on. Let's do this.)
(Yass, let's go)
Phoebe hopped into the front seat, putting her bag down by her feet. The first thing she did was angle the vents so the cool air would hit her. The next thing she did was turn on the radio.
Kaden climbed into the back, hoping to be away from everyone else.
Ryker made sure everyone was in the van before picking his backpack up off the ground and climbing in. He got in the driver's seat and chucked his bag behind it. "Alright. Let's do this." he said, putting the car in drive.
Phoebe turned the radio up, mouthing to the words cause her singing voice was horrifying. She tucked one leg under the other and looked out the window.
They drove out of camp, on there way to who-knows-where. Ryker watched Phoebe out of the corner of his eye. "Having fun?" he chuckled.
She nodded slightly. "Yeah, and praying to mom I don't get car sick."
Ryker chuckled. "Please don't," he joked.
She stuck her tongue out at him. She settled back against the seat. "What do you think we're going to have to do? For this quest?"
"Fight things. Kill monsters." he replied. "You know, the usual."
She snorted. "Is that all you Ares kids think about? Fighting and killing stuff?"
"Well what else would you do on a quest?" Ryker questioned. "Fighting monsters is kind of what you do. At least, I think so."
She face palmed. "There is a bigger purpose to this than to just kill things. What, I have a feeling we're going to find out soon enough."
"Yeah, but killing things is easier," Ryker mumbled. "And what kind of purpose would it be?" The green scenery they had had before changed into the grey of New York city.
She rolled her eyes. "There's more to life than killing." She said. "So much more."
"Okay, explain," Ryker said.
She looked at him in disbelief. She opened her mouth then closed it again. She shook her head. "No. I'll let you figure it out for yourself hot shot."
"Suit yourself, Casanova," Ryker said.
She chuckled. She checked her makeup in the mirror, reapplying some lipstick. "How far north are we going?"
"No idea," Ryker answered.