( her delight is not dissimilar to the time natsuno'd shoved her onto the floor of the arcade after a volley of cheating at motorcycle racing games, only this time the swoop of sudden acceleration in her stomach gives 'way to a steady stream of adrenaline coupled with satisfaction pumping through her veins. not enough so to clap gleefully like a small child on a rollercoaster ride, but close.
the one benefit of the bubbled edge of this reality tapping out at ten miles, then looping back around to the beginning, is that they literally have an endless loop of highway to speed down. literally the only thing that would make this brief moment of time better is if they'd paused to hook up music, and blasted something over the speakers that people could hear for miles around them. but, sans any heavy metal bridges, they've still got jade chiming in from the background. clarke turns her head to look at him through the whip of errant strands of hair and infiltrating sand, smiles and shouts back: )
65 miles per hour before the engine gives up!
( not that jade will have opportunity to recognize this limit later, when they're pushing 75mph through charred zombie remains and he's still hanging out of the skylight. equalization with the inertia of a speeding vehicle happens quickly enough, and no longer glued to her seat by physics, clarke's leaning over the dividing console between the seats to glance at the speedometer, see's it's only at 60 but climbing, and — )
Don't kill my car, but — come on, go! Go, go go!
( top this baby out, get the full feel of a joyride, and just don't wobble at the wheel and crash. )
sneaks this one in, what is tag order?
the one benefit of the bubbled edge of this reality tapping out at ten miles, then looping back around to the beginning, is that they literally have an endless loop of highway to speed down. literally the only thing that would make this brief moment of time better is if they'd paused to hook up music, and blasted something over the speakers that people could hear for miles around them. but, sans any heavy metal bridges, they've still got jade chiming in from the background. clarke turns her head to look at him through the whip of errant strands of hair and infiltrating sand, smiles and shouts back: )
65 miles per hour before the engine gives up!
( not that jade will have opportunity to recognize this limit later, when they're pushing 75mph through charred zombie remains and he's still hanging out of the skylight. equalization with the inertia of a speeding vehicle happens quickly enough, and no longer glued to her seat by physics, clarke's leaning over the dividing console between the seats to glance at the speedometer, see's it's only at 60 but climbing, and — )
Don't kill my car, but — come on, go! Go, go go!
( top this baby out, get the full feel of a joyride, and just don't wobble at the wheel and crash. )