forum City of Four Sectors (Open!)

Started September 18, 2018 by Deleted user

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Adrian went back downstairs to get his suitcase and place his clothes in his closet. When he finished, he went back out and down to the driveway which completely contradicts how the home looks. The car was nothing like what the others had and was most likely the worse but he didn't really care. He lived in the Ghetto his whole life and for the first time he had something nice so he couldn't really complain. He placed his hand on the door and watched it open for him, pushing the seat back so he could enter. He closed the door and tried to figure out how to use it.

The paint was rusted on the inside and outside and left a bit of residue from the pain that was on before, giving it a light green copper tinge. The lights that appeared under the car to keep it in the lines flickered on and off, no matter what speed he was going at. The seats were squeaky and a bit torn up so the passengers side had some cotton-like material sticking out of the sides and the pedals made a screeching noise each time he stepped on it. Well, it's better than not having a car. He thought to himself, shrugging.

Kelda found her car, and she got in, looking around the car and sighing.

Conrad speeds up slightly, wanting to get home before the pain in his head forces him to keep his eyes shut.
He squints at the city lights. Curse you businesses who insist on having neon signs, he irrationally grumbles.

Adrian started the engine, hearing it sputter and stop a few times before turning on. It gave off a foul smell and loud noise but he couldn't care less. He started off slowly and put the car in cruise, wanting to see the new city and all it had. He saw some newer models of cars driving around at a constant speed so he tried to catch up with them and not hold people back. The old car wouldn't go past thirty miles per hour so he sighed deeply and pulled over into the breakdown lane.

Conrad pulls into the apartment car port and cuts the driving engine. The slight purr of the hover engine actually hurts more than it comforts, and Conrad stiffly unbuckles himself from his seat, grabs his bag, and steps lightly out onto the deck of the port. His walk to his small apartment seems to take longer in times like these, and it sucks.