Post by Thalia Melpomene on Apr 25, 2020 6:13:32 GMT
The acrid scent of diesel exhaust and the revving of engines permeated the air as Thalia crested the bank of the Sector 4 Railway. Her own makeshift bike leaned against her hip and her hands rested on the handlebars, holding it in place, as she got a quick lay of the land.
The basin below was a flat bed of gravel. It was probably 10 meters across but divided into thirds by a pair of iron train tracks that jutted up four or five inches above the ground. The tracks went on for miles as you could loop the city if you really wanted to but she knew from experience they wouldn’t be going that far. There was a forty five degree concrete bank that sloped down into the pit on either side and there near the bottom of the incline she spotted a small congregation of about two dozen people. They came from all walks of life for the thrill and the glory. Maybe other reasons too but none that the SOLDIER understood.
Thalia pushed her bike down towards the starting line. She was quite proud of the motorcycle she had built mostly from scavenged parts. It looked a little busted up and the metal was rusty but she was fairly confident it would carry her to the finish line or at least not explode. She parked her bike at the far end of the line and bent to tie her boot. She glanced over at the crowd. There were a couple of guys in dark leather and a woman in a tube top vying for the attention of a shady looking guy in a brown suit. He was taking bets or collecting entry fees. Thalia couldn’t tell which. Either way, the bikes seemed unattended. The Soldier pulled a dagger from her boot and quickly punctured the back wheel of the motorcycle next to hers before standing up and walking over to the bookie.
Her bike might not be the fastest but that didn’t matter so much. Did it?
@lysander Cleo Holloway
The basin below was a flat bed of gravel. It was probably 10 meters across but divided into thirds by a pair of iron train tracks that jutted up four or five inches above the ground. The tracks went on for miles as you could loop the city if you really wanted to but she knew from experience they wouldn’t be going that far. There was a forty five degree concrete bank that sloped down into the pit on either side and there near the bottom of the incline she spotted a small congregation of about two dozen people. They came from all walks of life for the thrill and the glory. Maybe other reasons too but none that the SOLDIER understood.
Thalia pushed her bike down towards the starting line. She was quite proud of the motorcycle she had built mostly from scavenged parts. It looked a little busted up and the metal was rusty but she was fairly confident it would carry her to the finish line or at least not explode. She parked her bike at the far end of the line and bent to tie her boot. She glanced over at the crowd. There were a couple of guys in dark leather and a woman in a tube top vying for the attention of a shady looking guy in a brown suit. He was taking bets or collecting entry fees. Thalia couldn’t tell which. Either way, the bikes seemed unattended. The Soldier pulled a dagger from her boot and quickly punctured the back wheel of the motorcycle next to hers before standing up and walking over to the bookie.
Her bike might not be the fastest but that didn’t matter so much. Did it?
@lysander Cleo Holloway