[b][center][h2]Paige Kennedy[/h2][/center][/b]

Paige smirked a little at Dustynn’s comments about the car and that she was from the Southside of Sol City. “I'm actually from Florida, this is the first time I ever drove in snow.” She replied. It wasn't her intention to scare the hell out of Dustynn, she knew they would be fine, but she couldn't resist the way it sounded particularly with her characteristic, very [i]not[/i] Sol City accent and as the defrost and heat roared, she spotted Milo’s truck coming down the street, throwing snow out from the giant tires while bright headlights pierced the air thick with snowfall. She shook her head and couldn't help it as her little smirk grew into a little grin. “Look at this redneck...” She said slyly nodding ahead towards him. Her tone made it obvious she knew the driver. 

It was about that time the front-end of the truck seemed to veer slightly towards the snow banks already heaped up by the city's plow-trucks and further towards, [i]a person[/i]. “Oh, shit.” Paige's lips slightly mouthed the words, but no sound escaped. She watched as the truck slid further. Thankfully, Milo caught the skid and corrected, though the result had him very ungracefully spun around in the middle of the street. Paige let out a small sigh seeing him jump out to help the person and put the Suburban in gear shaking her head before they drove up to the scene. Knowing Dustynn had also seen the whole thing, she felt obliged to explain….[i]something[/i] before the poor girl thought they were all completely unhinged. “That’s my…” She thought about the word briefly before she spoke and how juvenile it sounded, but also, in a flash of less than a second behind her eyes, [i]the name behind it[/i]. It was a phrase she’d never uttered her entire life and the first person to hear it would be an almost complete stranger:  “...[i]boyfriend[/i], Milo. He’s going to help us get out of here, I think.” [i]If he doesn’t kill anyone first[/i]. Instantly remembering, that around a month ago [i]they were ready to kill each other[/i]. 

The snow crunched beneath the tires as Paige pulled up behind Milo and the other woman letting the window down. It was somewhat strange being stopped in the middle of what was usually a [i]very[/i] busy street, but there was a fortunate break in the sparse, though panicked traffic. “Nice drivin’ Dale Jr.” She said sarcastically looking at Milo with an eyebrow cocked and knowing how much he liked his silly Nascar racing. She glanced at the blue-haired girl, which was slightly unexpected. “Are you okay?” She asked. 


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