[center][h2][color=#dd99ff]Annest Williams[/color][/h2]
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Annest drove her silver hatchback too fast, windows rolled down. The freezing wind cut her cheeks as it blew, throwing her hair around wildly, at times slightly obscuring her vision. None of this bothered her, however; she was too busy singing along to the Smile-dk CD, volume way too high, to notice the cold or the pain. Bobbing her head back and forth, her less-than-melodic voice barely projected loud enough for herself to hear over the synthesized pop music, entertaining herself as she drove in the general direction of home.

Coming from what was supposed to be an early morning portrait session, Annest was, for once, presentable in appearance, her blue blouse and black trousers shielded by a long grey coat, her eyes obscured by large, round sunglasses. She drove barefoot, her thin nylons the only barrier between her and the cold plastic; her low-heeled shoes were kicked carelessly into the bottom of the passenger seat. Her beloved camera, by contrast, was placed carefully and lovingly, buckled into the seat to keep it safe. The rest of her equipment almost completely filled the rest of her car, the back seats folded down to create extra space. She was alone for once - Grandfather was well enough to take care of young Noah this morning - hence her current speed, volume and general carelessness while driving down the road.

Up ahead, she saw a man with his thumb toward the road. She glanced at her wristwatch. Her intent was to go home and pick up her nephew, take him out for a day at the festival; but her client cancelled at the last moment ([i]the absolute last moment[/i]), freeing up her entire day and giving her plenty of time for a side trip. She turned her music down and slowed the car as she approached him.

As she rolled to a stop, Annest looked him over, noting just how large he was. She frowned, hesitating to speak for a moment; not for fear of her safety - no, that didn't even cross her mind - but because she wasn't even sure that this bear of a man would be able to fit properly in her already-mostly-full city car. Then she noticed how he was dressed - shorts, in this weather? The man must be mad or desperate. Reaching over across the seat, she pushed the car door open and smiled lightly. [color=#dd99ff]"Where to, Mountain Man?"[/color] She asked as she reached forward to collect her shoes and camera. Scanning the back of the car, she found a safe place for her camera and an out-of-the-way spot to tuck her shoes, then rolled up the windows and flicked on the heat. [color=#dd99ff]"Might be a bit of a squeeze, sorry about that."[/color]

[@The Wyrm]