[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#cc6699]Édouard Riviere[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/906393165df644505a5660be187712f7/tumblr_inline_mw0a9y1zhw1s73t47.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: [i]Dans La Rue[/i][/center][hr][hr]Completely oblivious to Amelia's frantic shouting behind him, Édouard continued to whack at the speedometer. Truthfully, he knew that Svetlana couldn't understand him--but he didn't think playing charades while driving was a particularly good idea. Even [i]he[/i] wasn't that reckless. Instead, he continued to prattle on, not once regretting his decision to skip his English lessons as a child. The language was [i]la merde des cochons.[/i] At least with Italian, he could take a boat over to Italy for the week, and amuse himself however he liked. Everyone had to bend to his will, it was the way he was raised. No one [i]ever[/i] told Édouard Gautier Riviere no...Aside from his parents and his sisters, of course. Alisanne in particular enjoyed chewing him out, while Darcey didn't even have the patience to deal with him. 

He frowned at Svetlana, attempting to work through the words. Ve más despacio? Slowly, his mind attempted to come up with a translation for it, relying on similar sounds and words. [i]V....mass...un....?[/i] He shrugged helplessly at Svetlana, taking his eyes away from the road. The speedometer continued to tell him he was going 30, no matter how much he sped up or slowed down. Letting out a sigh of frustration, he couldn't believe it. The apocalypse wasn't supposed to involve broken speedometers--he hadn't signed up for that!

[color=cc6699]"It...iz...mal..."[/color] Édouard explained, hitting the thing again. He had picked up a small bit of English, but even that simple phrase took a lot of effort. He couldn't help but grin slightly as he felt the car shake and bounce, assuming that the speedometer had corrected itself. That was, of course, until his head hit the ceiling repeatedly. Each crash caused his vision to spin, disorienting him beyond the ability to complain. Reflexes took over and Édouard hit the breaks, bringing the car to a halt. 

Glancing around, Édouard braced himself, prepared for Svetlana to beat him. But it wasn't [i]his[/i] fault that the speedometer was faulty! He peered at it, prepared to defend himself, before he noticed something peculiar. [color=cc6699]"M....P....H?"[/color] Édouard said slowly, before his eyes widened with comprehension. It wasn't broken after all! He laughed slightly at himself, rubbing his own head. [color=cc6699]"Ce n'est pas en kilomètre à l'heure!"[/color] Édouard exclaimed, acting like he'd just won the bloody Noble Prize. He opened the door of the truck and hoped out, admiring the damage caused. It wasn't [i]nearly[/i] as bad as what Svetlana did, and his pride swelled. 

[color=cc6699]"Amélie!"[/color] Édouard called out, realizing the girl had been in the back. He awkwardly limped over to her, his leg bothering him still from the previous car crash. [color=cc6699]"Tu es en bonne santé?"[/color] he asked, rubbing the back of his head. He then glanced down at the spikes in the road behind them, frowning slightly. [color=cc6699]"Qu'est-ce que c'est?"[/color] he pondered, glancing between the spikes and Amelia. 

[hider=Translations]Dans la rue = In the road
la merde des cochons = pig shit
mal = bad, evil
Ce n'est pas en kilomètre à l'heure! = It's not in kilometers per hour!
Tu es en bonne santé? = Are you in good health? (Are you okay?)
Qu'est-ce que c'est? = What is that?[/hider]