[b]Cori Woods[/b]
[indent]The heavy twang and fiddle of country musice filled the [url=http://www.topcarmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Aston-Martin-DBS-Black-Edition.jpg]sports car[/url] as Cori drove. The light click from the feedback of her iPhone disturbed the music with the occasional [i]ding![/i] as she scowled at her phone. The heiress had "fainted" while attending a fashion show downtown, making it all about her once again. "[color=lightpink]Bitch,[/color]" she muttered, eyes flickering down to the name of the writer as she squinted. "Kill or be killed" echoed in her head suddenly again, and she frowned at herself, eyes suddenly lingering on the steering wheel. 

Suddenly, she smoke was caught in the corner of her eye, even in the dark. She gasped and slammed on her breaks, hastily adjusting the stick in her panic as her phone landed softly on the far floor behind her. She stared ahead at another car, twisted against the pylon beside the walkway. It was probably a nice car once and, well before she considered the driver, she was bitter that it was destroyed. Past that, though, the panic was already residing and she reached down to pick up her phone. 

Phone in hand, she was prepared to call 911 as she stepped out of her car after killing the engine. She shivered against the cool air as her heels clicked against the pavement. "Hello?" she called as she slowly approached the car.[/indent]