Whoops
[Someone’s journal just opened up by accident as it fell off the seat.
Heard the scream of tires on cobblestone lately? No?
Even if you had, I bet this is a sight to see: an old-fashioned black Bentley whipping through Paradisa’s beautiful gardens, leaving giant streaks of ripped up grass.
There went someone’s prized rosebush underneath the tires, and, bright yellow cape whipping behind him, Damian sends the Bentley forward over the garden stairs to a lower part of the garden.
For a few brief seconds, all four of the Bentley’s wheels leave the ground. The entire roars, tires burning air, only to slam down over a garden statue and keep ploughing on, leaving rubble in their wake.]
HA! Suck--[thud, clunk] Wh--whoa!
[His idea of getting the Bentley back on track involves ploughing down another set of stone stairs before careening towards the water fountain.
Hey, he tried.]
[ooc: If you're in the garden... run.]
Heard the scream of tires on cobblestone lately? No?
Even if you had, I bet this is a sight to see: an old-fashioned black Bentley whipping through Paradisa’s beautiful gardens, leaving giant streaks of ripped up grass.
There went someone’s prized rosebush underneath the tires, and, bright yellow cape whipping behind him, Damian sends the Bentley forward over the garden stairs to a lower part of the garden.
For a few brief seconds, all four of the Bentley’s wheels leave the ground. The entire roars, tires burning air, only to slam down over a garden statue and keep ploughing on, leaving rubble in their wake.]
HA! Suck--[thud, clunk] Wh--whoa!
[His idea of getting the Bentley back on track involves ploughing down another set of stone stairs before careening towards the water fountain.
Hey, he tried.]
[ooc: If you're in the garden... run.]