Post by Enya Valerious on Feb 11, 2011 16:05:06 GMT -5
The guttural screaming of the cab driver had Enya turning bright red within seconds; she could feel the pressure of heat wafting down her body like waves. Pressurizing just before she exploded into an even louder Irish-thickened yell which enquired a few unladylike words that the most fowl of creatures wouldn’t have the guts to say. Between cursing someone’s mother and saying the lords’ name in vein, the cabbie finally fell silent; a hint of embarrassment for being out-cursed by a 17 year old showing across his scruffy face. Enya was known for her short fuse on certain subjects, especially ones when it came down to her mother and others degrading her name.
The cabbie was angry that he knew she wouldn’t have had enough money to pay him to get all this way from the train station- and so, he decided to tell Enya how bad a mother she had. Which in her case was the last straw to a very horrible drive. “PULL OVA’ YA NO GOO-..” Enya started to yell but was cut off as the driver slammed violently on the breaks, almost sending her through the window.
He opened his hand, palm facing up toward her in expectance. Still tasting the acid on her tongue, she mumbled a “ye, ye..” before pulling out everything she had in her pockets; a piece of string, 10 cents, and a few dust bunnies as she plopped it all in his hand. He gave her a distasteful look and grumbled something about ‘mongrel children’ as she quickly jumped out of the car and out of his reach.
She watched as the taxi sped away and turn the corner before averting her attention to the bar behind her. She had spent only a few minutes on the streets of Brooklyn and she was already feeling at home. She let her memories flow as she gazed up at the sign of O’Brady’s bar, smiling a little before swinging one of the double doors open and stepping in.
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Word Count: 360
Notes: ‘Enya’s first day back from her months away from Brooklyn..
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Mood: Great :]
The cabbie was angry that he knew she wouldn’t have had enough money to pay him to get all this way from the train station- and so, he decided to tell Enya how bad a mother she had. Which in her case was the last straw to a very horrible drive. “PULL OVA’ YA NO GOO-..” Enya started to yell but was cut off as the driver slammed violently on the breaks, almost sending her through the window.
He opened his hand, palm facing up toward her in expectance. Still tasting the acid on her tongue, she mumbled a “ye, ye..” before pulling out everything she had in her pockets; a piece of string, 10 cents, and a few dust bunnies as she plopped it all in his hand. He gave her a distasteful look and grumbled something about ‘mongrel children’ as she quickly jumped out of the car and out of his reach.
She watched as the taxi sped away and turn the corner before averting her attention to the bar behind her. She had spent only a few minutes on the streets of Brooklyn and she was already feeling at home. She let her memories flow as she gazed up at the sign of O’Brady’s bar, smiling a little before swinging one of the double doors open and stepping in.
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Word Count: 360
Notes: ‘Enya’s first day back from her months away from Brooklyn..
'Mood: Great :]