[h1] [center][color=red]Elle[/color] [/center][/h1]


Elle woke early, notes on her jobs today in her hands, just like any other day. [color=Red]“Mm.. I fell asleep,”[/color] she grunted as she looked the pages over and set them aside. She got up and made herself some breakfast, glancing out the window, just as usual. She turned to her mini fridge, when she paused. No yelling, no honking.. she looked out the window again. No couple fighting, no kids playing in the streets. Even this early, that was the usual. [color=red]“What the hell?”[/color] she muttered, but she shrugged off the creeping feeling, deciding that maybe they finally had the money to get out of the shithole they’d lived in together. She yanked the waffles out of the toaster and munched on them as she walked out the door and shrugged on her leather jacket. Once her breakfast had been devoured, she pulled on her helmet and got on her motorcycle. It was nothing special, an old fixer upper she’d fallen in love with. As she edged out of her garage, she peered down the streets to the left... nothing. To the right.. also nothing. [color=red] “This has got to be some kind of lameass prank.”[/color] That was the only explanation. There was no way the [i]entire[/i] block suddenly got enough money to move out. 

Getting very irritated, Elle set out for her first job. Her jobs had been her constant, so if everything else was wrong, this, at least, would go right. She sped down the dirt road and into a driveway, shuddering. She tried to convince herself it was just the biting wind. She parks her bike and started to work on a rundown car that the owner insisted on reviving for the umpteenth time. She began to work, uneasy that the owner wasn’t here. Not even a rep, no son or daughter or nephew or kid down the street. She sighed and winced a little before pocketing the cash on the toolbox to pay for the fee. The man had early onset dementia, and had insisted that should he ever forget she was coming and was out or asleep, then she should help herself to the dough. She made a small uncomfortable noise, then got back on her bike and headed into town. It was a much nicer area, so who would want to leave, right? And yet... she glanced at the empty parking areas, dark windows, and still streets. She sped 50 miles past the speed limit to see what would happen.. five minutes, no police. Ten minutes, no police. She runs a stop sign and accelerates past an intersection [i]known[/i] for police. She parked to the side, now pissed and confused. [color=red] “The fuck?![/color]