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Out of the Fish Bowl Started by: Kleighton on Jul 10, '08 16:39
The window handle was hot under her free hand as Kleighton used it to turn the knob. The glass creeked down and eventually disappeared into the car door. A cool breeze swept through the warm car and out the passenger window. She leaned her her head out of the window, resting her chin on the door and peered out over the deserted desert.

Kleighton sighed and looked over at her friend Belle. The young woman's left hand was hand cuffed to the car just as her own right hand was. Kleighton jiggled her hand for the fifteenth hundred time just to make sure the cuff was still secure. The metal clinked against the custom steal rod it was attached to.


Soooo

She dragged out the word as she really didn't know what to say.


I guess things could be worse. We could be stuffed in the trunk.

Movement in the back seat let her know that Dylan was waking up. Finally, she had thought he was going to sleep all day.

Dylan was lucky Belle couldn't reach him or he would have been woken up from his not planned drugged sleep like she had. Kleighton was poked until she woke up, but Belle would have bit Dylan. It always seemed like her mouth was on him for some reason or another. Poor guy.
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In her delirious state, Belle awoke. She was lost and confused to where she was. She knew that the overwhelming warmth of her surrounding wasn't normal. She opened her eyes, and looked around, motioning her hand to move the hair out of her face. Her left had jolted back, as she realized it was handcuffed to the car door. She noticed Kleighton next to her resting her head just outside the window.


Kleighton, where are we? How the hell did we wind up out here with these handcuffs on?

Kleighton looked just as confused as she did. Belle squeezed her temples with her free hand, trying to relive pressure from the horrible headache she suffered. She then heard Dylan in the back, let out an almost painful moan. The kind you let out when you've had a rough night of too much drinking and debauchery.


Dylan, you doing okay back there? So you know what happened to us?

Belle didn't even feel up to her usual shennanigans of biting Dylans hand off, not that she could reach him at the moment anyway. That's when you know something has gone awry.
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Dylan continued to make strange noises from the back seat. Maybe he was still sleeping, great. Kleighton peeked behind her seat as much as she could, but Dylan's eyes were covered by his free hand. She then turned back to Belle.

Kleighton noticed something on the inside of Belle's hand, it was just a glimpse but she swore she saw a name.


Belle turn your wrist, no the other one. Yeah....

It was a name. Jason was spelled out in thick dark letters. A phone number was underneath the name, but half of it was smudged off. This didn't matter much, they were in a desert with no phone.


Who is Jason?

Belle shrugged and gave her the I don't know eyes. Kleighton just shook her head. It was probably Jason that got them into this mess and if it wasn't him directly he probably had something to do with it.


Belle you always pick the winners. Does anyone remember anything from last night?
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