[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=a187be]🌈 Leda Storm 🌈[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/xjXLKy1x/original.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Cyclops Manor - Outside ->> the Road ->> Motel 6 - Greensboro, North Carolina
[b][color=a187be]Skills:[/color][/b] Driving (Car) [hr][hr][/center]	[color=a187be]"Yeah well if you break my compass, I'll feed you to the cleaning harpies,"[/color] Leda warned Kristin. She was a bit protective over her things, but she again wasn't stupid. She knew that staring at the compass constantly and looking at maps while trying to drive would just be a distraction, a risk. Besides, Kristin's mother was the goddess of battle strategy - maybe that applied to finding the best route to get to a motel as well. Once everyone was buckled up, Leda adjusted her seat, making sure that she was the appropriate distance from the steering wheel. She was extremely tired, but the nerves of driving gave her a jolt better than a Red Bull. She didn't consider either Kristin or Zeke to be her friends, yet she didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of them... and she didn't want to get them killed either. 

	Once they were on the road, Leda turned on the radio and started scanning through the stations, constantly hitting skip until she landed on a station playing Billie Eilish. She could live with that. [color=a187be]"Couple of cyclopses with antiquated ideas of gender norms,"[/color] she answered Zeke. [color=a187be]"Once we get some distance between us and the house, I'll stop for gas. And then look for a motel."[/color]

	She rolled down the driver's side window slightly, letting the night air drift in and tickle her face, helping her to stay alert. The drive was long and it was late into the night, about ten o'clock, when they pulled into a Motel 6 parking lot in North Carolina. They had gone about 200 miles from Virginia. About halfway through, Leda had stopped to get gas and buy some snacks from a 7-11. She parked the car and killed the ignition, slipping the keys into her pocket. [color=a187be]"I got about $80 left - you two?"[/color] she asked. She had spent $20 at the 7-11. An empty can of Red Bull was on the ground by her feet. [color=a187be]"And 50 quid, but I doubt they take that..."[/color]