the hair on the back of her neck prickles with unease, validated moments later by the sound of a voice that must belong to the owner of the vehicle. fuck. she looks at gengar. he's finally stopped smiling, the title fluttering out of his hand as he melts into her shadow. she pushes the sunglasses in her hand down into the sleeve of her jacket with her fingers, lets out a shivering sigh, and backs out of the driver's seat, hands raised. 
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"this your car? my bad." she turns to face him, slowly, her eyes drawn to the beasts flanking her. well, this complicates things. "you should really make sure your car is locked when you're parked, mister."
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+ GABRIEL BLACK  i will learn to short post prayge

zoë knows that, no matter what name she chooses to hand over to him, the man in front of her will never accept it at face value. 
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"heather," the name rolls off her tongue with the same ease as her own. her arms waver in their raised position with something that looks like muscle fatigue — or impatience. "are you gonna call the cops?" 
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+ GABRIEL BLACK  i short post

"right." she's right, he doesn't give the obviously fake name the time of day. a quick glance at the car reveals no noticeable damage. she must've lockpicked her way in.
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her question piques interest. she didn't seem too concerned, oddly enough. "should i?" should he?

[attr="class","ooc"]zoë ferguson[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-pyroar"]

zoë's shoulders rise and fall in an impassive shrug, hands still in the air. most people would have whipped themselves into a frenzy by now after seeing a girl kneeling in the front seat of their previously locked car. he doesn't seem all too concerned about it, but the pyroar cornering her begs the question of what he wants if it isn't the usual brand of justice. 
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"no. you shouldn't." zoë is tired, hungry, and rapidly losing interest in playing red-handed thief. she raises her gaze far above his head for a heartbeat, before fixing it back on him. "am i free to go, then?"
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+ GABRIEL BLACK             

"no, you're not." he turns his gaze onto the seat next to her, seeing his personal belongings splayed out onto the leather. nothing of extreme importance; nothing not replaceable.
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his attention then traces her steps, back and up towards the pier. "how did you get here without anyone stopping you?" the loud yawn from his pyroar doesn't even budge his attention in the slightest.

[attr="class","ooc"]zoë ferguson[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-pyroar"]

she knew it. he wants something. there's a dull ache in her shoulders from holding the same position and her stomach rumbles quietly in the breadth between him denying her her freedom and prodding her with another question. 
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how exactly did you get here so i can make sure you never get here again? — but wrapped up in more tasteful packaging. the yawn of his pyroar draws her eyes to the rows and rows of long, pointy teeth. she doesn't fold. not to that, at least. 
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"didn't know someone was supposed to stop me." she shifts her weight, gives the man another shrug as though his guess is as good as hers. "i just walked here, i guess."
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+ GABRIEL BLACK             

"put your hands down." she looked ridiculous. did it look like he had a gun? he leaves her standing there, under the watchful eye of the pyroars, as he walks around. no damage to the vehicle, no hiding accomplices. hm.
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gabriel opens the door to the backseat, whistling sharply. one of the lions responds, diving into the backseat, while the other keeps it's attention half-trained on the girl. another, more forceful whistle, has that one moving too.
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he jumps in the passenger seat, shifting it to get comfortable. looking over, ducking slightly to catch her face beneath the frame of the drivers side door-way, he gives her a pointed look. "get in. you're driving."

[attr="class","ooc"]zoë ferguson[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-pyroar"]

"what?" her? drive? this has got to be the most ass-backwards kidnapping she's ever been a part of. zoë never had the privilege of driving lessons. her experience with cars could be summarized in faded memories of her grandparents driving her around and cops lecturing her from beyond a partition. "i mean — okay."
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zoë sits down in the driver's seat, straightens her back and cranes her neck to see over the hood of the car. something catches her eye in the rearview mirror — a spirit parked in the trunk, glowing eyes just barely peering over the top of the back seats. zoë feels some comfort in having someone on her side in the car, even if they are still outnumbered.
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before she has the chance to ask him for his car keys, she notices the push to start button. straightforward enough, she muses, feeling the car rumble to life as she presses her thumb against it. an unwelcome feeling rises in her throat, but she swallows it back down.
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"where to?"
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+ GABRIEL BLACK driving lessons pog??

her discomfort becomes readily apparent, and his gaze narrows. "have you driven before?" was she perhaps not trying to steal his car, but rather the belongings inside? what an idiotic move.
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"put the stick in reverse and keep your foot on the break." arceus, he didn't even teach his own children to drive.

[attr="class","ooc"]zoë ferguson[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-pyroar"]

her unfamiliarity is palpable. he zeroes in on it like a sharpedo to a drop of blood. "no," she admits. there's no point in lying about something so easily refutable by her body language. "i haven't."
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zoë blinks at him incredulously as he orders her to put the stick in reverse. is he seriously teaching me to drive right now? she looks away, places her palm on the stick shift, and fidgets with it experimentally until the R is illuminated. the car begins to roll backwards and she, in her haste and inexperience, hits the gas. for a panicked second, they're full-on reversing. 
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she stomps on the brake this time and the car lurches to a sudden stop. in the trunk, her gengar tumbles around soundlessly, bouncing languidly off the trunk door and the back of the back seats like a grinning balloon.  "shit," comes out as a low hiss between her teeth, her fingers curling tighter around the steering wheel.
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+ GABRIEL BLACK driving lessons pog!!!!!!

the car jostles from the sudden-breaking, moving further with gabriel's own bodily motions. he was a big guy, after all. "calm down," he orders, voice stern but not chastizing. "people expect driving a car to take more effort than it actually does," despite the odd predicament, he doesn't show discomfort. odd.
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"first - check your mirrors. can you see out of them? next, make sure there's nothing behind you then take your foot off the break, and let the car do most of the work the work. you only need to apply the breaks gently, once we're fully out."

[attr="class","ooc"]zoë ferguson[break]

[attr="class","pkspr pkmn-pyroar"]