If one is good, two are better
Hunter had taken his bike out a few times since the snow melted, but he was trying to conserve fuel. The cold weather probably did him a favor, keeping what little gas he had left from evaporating, but it was going to be gone soon and he would be fucked. So today he drove out to the clearing where he'd stashed the gear that came with the bike to fill up for what was probably going to be the last time.
Or not. When he rolled into the clearing, there was a surprise waiting for him. A second bike, identical to the one he was on other than the color--black and white instead of black and green. "Oh fucking sweet!" He killed the ignition and swung off of his bike to investigate the new one, unsurprised to find the tag reading FOR HUNTER dangling from the handebars.
Further investiagion showed the second bike had shown up with everything the first one had, including a fresh supply of gasoline. He grinned and started it up, not bothering with the helmet as he rode back to the compound to show it off to Dairine. Now they could ride together instead of double or taking turns!
He parked the bike and killed the ignition, leaving the key in it in his haste to find Dairine, jogging into the compound to look for her in the usual places.
Spike wasn't looking to steal something. He didn't even think of it as stealing, exactly. He planned to bring it back, it was just so sodding boring on the island some days. And it was just sitting there, waiting as he walked outside, keys and all. "Nice," he murmured as he walked around the bike, inspecting it with a grin before glancing round and swinging his leg over the seat. He turned the key and chuckled as the engine roared to life, kicking it into gear just as the door to the compound opened again.
"...What the FUCK? THAT'S MY BIKE!" Hunter yelled as the blond dude started rolling toward one of the many island paths.
"You'll get it back!" Spike called with a cheery grin and a wave.
[Set to Saturday afternoon. Tag Hunterjust outside the compound, tag Spike anywhere on the island, or tag them both before Spike gets away!]
Or not. When he rolled into the clearing, there was a surprise waiting for him. A second bike, identical to the one he was on other than the color--black and white instead of black and green. "Oh fucking sweet!" He killed the ignition and swung off of his bike to investigate the new one, unsurprised to find the tag reading FOR HUNTER dangling from the handebars.
Further investiagion showed the second bike had shown up with everything the first one had, including a fresh supply of gasoline. He grinned and started it up, not bothering with the helmet as he rode back to the compound to show it off to Dairine. Now they could ride together instead of double or taking turns!
He parked the bike and killed the ignition, leaving the key in it in his haste to find Dairine, jogging into the compound to look for her in the usual places.
Spike wasn't looking to steal something. He didn't even think of it as stealing, exactly. He planned to bring it back, it was just so sodding boring on the island some days. And it was just sitting there, waiting as he walked outside, keys and all. "Nice," he murmured as he walked around the bike, inspecting it with a grin before glancing round and swinging his leg over the seat. He turned the key and chuckled as the engine roared to life, kicking it into gear just as the door to the compound opened again.
"...What the FUCK? THAT'S MY BIKE!" Hunter yelled as the blond dude started rolling toward one of the many island paths.
"You'll get it back!" Spike called with a cheery grin and a wave.
[Set to Saturday afternoon. Tag Hunterjust outside the compound, tag Spike anywhere on the island, or tag them both before Spike gets away!]