Kyrie turned her face to the crystal-black sky, her breath coming out in white plumes on the frosty air.  Above her, silver jewels glimmered in the expanse of velvet night. As she watched, a flicker of ruby betrayed a passing airplane.

She only paused for a few moments more as the taxi driver laid her suitcase on the porch. She paid the man, gave ( Read more... )

Kyrie busied herself cutting up veggies for her salad, slicing carrots into bright orange coins and blanching broccoli until it was almost neon green.  As she drained the broccoli, she made a face; for some reason, the house she'd considered so peaceful an hour before had suddenly grown too quiet. With wet fingertips, she reached out and snapped on ( Read more... )

Just being silly. =D
( Family fun for everyone )

From far away, he's just a car. Just a machine: Shiny, black, low-slung, spoiler, t-tops. Just an intelligent computer. Just an advanced piece of technology, made for a specific purpose.

He's not that much more remarkable up close, really. Glass, rubber, plastic, metal. All very normal.

It's what's inside that really counts.

"KITT."

The sound of her own voice brought her awake, but awareness came filtering in slowly, in stages.

"KITT."

The name sounded rough against her tongue; the k too harsh, the t too soft, almost like tssh. Was that the reason why he hadn't answered, because he didn't know she was calling him?

It was then she realized she was wet--soaking wet, with ( Read more... )

This is too old to be posted to linebyline (once the new word is posted you can't post to the old one), but I thought I'd do it anyway just to write ( Read more... )

Perched on the back of a chair she'd dragged before the double doors leading into the repair bay, Kyrie sat and sipped at yet another cup of machine-made coffee, her eyes only for the scarred black form beyond the wired-glass windows. As she watched, Bonnie stood and straightened, wiping her brow with the back of one grease-stained hand. Almost as ( Read more... )

Because I haven't yet applied to

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It's true that in Southern California, there aren't what you would call 'seasons'. Oh, sure, we have wet winters cold enough for scarves and mittens; in fact, there is snow in the higher elevations around Los Angeles. We also have gorgeous, sun-drenched summers, straight out of a Beach Boys song. If you look hard enough, we have spring, where a ( Read more... )