Post by Rayne Alexis Lenoir on Nov 21, 2009 14:35:34 GMT
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It was the first official day of her being in Forks, arriving late last night she had grabbed a quick pizza and been on her way to the new house, now she knew she should have been there now unpacking not that she had much, her one bag still sat in the entrance way, the furniture she had gotten delivered before arriving herself was all still boxed up and needed unwrapping and setting up. Yet here she was in the middle of some forest, her SM250GY Suzuki, another toy she had sent over ahead of her, growling beneath her as she guided it easily through the tightly packed trees at a decent speed.
Every so often she would come across a fallen log that had a branch that rested on the ground acting as a ramp and without even thinking about the consequences if she didn’t land the bike before colliding with a tree on the other side she would steer it easily at the branch and give the bike a fist full of power launching herself and the bike up the branch and into the air. It was an amazing sense of freedom to sail through the air when this happened and she loved it.
To an onlooker it might look like a skilled male riding the bike the way she chucked it around without fear, the motorbike gear hiding all traces of curves and hair making her look male. But she was confident there was no one out here. She landed the bike barely missing a large tree as she did so, but that didn’t worry her much she was having to much fun to let a close call freak her out, hell if she had hit the tree she most likely would have made sure the bike was ok before climbing on again and going back for more.
Even though it was raining very little of that rain actually fell on her as she swerved in and out of the tree’s the odd build up on the leaves fell from the heavens and landed on her or the bike but not enough to stop her. The brakes were a little slack and would need fixing but she could fix that later, even as she flew through the forest and over the trunks of tree’s she noted how the bike went, making mental notes of every little problem she would address when she decided it was time to go home or when she was nearly out of fuel whichever came first.
However she noticed that something was wrong that couldn’t wait till she got home and was forced to pull the bike up. Swinging easily off of it she took off the helmet, gloves and jacket, revealing her good figure, her long hair cascading out of the helmet to settle down around her shoulders. She would need to wait for the bike to cool down before she got to work on it but she had tools with her so that was fine, so she chucked the bike on the stand, her gear on the floor and leaned up against a tree playing with the debris on the forest floor absently.
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