Thirty Four
He'd gotten one of those fares, the stuck up businessman on his way to some big meeting that promises an enormous tip if Maine could get him there under five minutes.
Four minutes and twenty eight seconds of high pitched screaming (and growling) later, Maine's complete and utter lack of skills finally caught up on him. An ill-placed swerve and he accidentally drove up a parked car and was airborn, crashing to the ground and rolling end over end for a few rotations before coming to rest upside down.
The businessman unbuckles his seatbelt and stumbles out, swearing viciously. Maine doesn't move from where he landed on the street -- kids wear your seatbelts -- aside from a small, low growl.
[Maine's journal lands open nearby, transmitting blood and grease and ditch-water. Already, sirens can be heard in the distance.]
[[ooc: Loss over and de-canonbump begun! Consider this an open action/open journal reaction post, but Maine proably won't be responding]]
Four minutes and twenty eight seconds of high pitched screaming (and growling) later, Maine's complete and utter lack of skills finally caught up on him. An ill-placed swerve and he accidentally drove up a parked car and was airborn, crashing to the ground and rolling end over end for a few rotations before coming to rest upside down.
The businessman unbuckles his seatbelt and stumbles out, swearing viciously. Maine doesn't move from where he landed on the street -- kids wear your seatbelts -- aside from a small, low growl.
[Maine's journal lands open nearby, transmitting blood and grease and ditch-water. Already, sirens can be heard in the distance.]
[[ooc: Loss over and de-canonbump begun! Consider this an open action/open journal reaction post, but Maine proably won't be responding]]