Verity Open Voice Test
Jun. 5th, 2014 08:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
veritablewreckerVerity's bike breaks down not far outside LA proper. Well, not really Verity's bike per se...but the bike she's riding nonetheless. And it doesn't really "break down" so much as "run out of gas". She only spends a couple of minutes swearing at it, and giving it a good kick before deciding it's actually a pretty good ride and worth finding some way to refuel. She just needs it get her to Santa Monica, and even then, pawning it for a few bucks wouldn't be a bad way to start things in a new city. Better than leaving it in the side of the road, at least.
Problem is, she's got no cash. And gas isn't cheap. Luckily Verity is no helpless victim of circumstance, and after concealing the bike as best she can on the side of the road with some brush (hopefully the cops won't pick it up as abandoned), she heads into the nearest restaurant. Her stomach's growling as she walks in, the smell of a dozen varieties of cheeseburger not helping matters, but she ignores it - she's not here for chow, but for cash. And a diner full of unsuspecting diners with wallets and purses ripe for the picking is exactly was she needs right now....even if a hot plate if good huevos rancheros would really hit the spot right now...
She tries to be as unnoticeable as possible as she walks in, shoulders slumped, hands in her pockets. Just a local nobody, nothing to pay any mind to. The diner's not quite bustling, but there's a steady enough crowd, it seems. She scans the tables stealthily, trying not to look too suspicious as she looks for a likely mark.
Problem is, she's got no cash. And gas isn't cheap. Luckily Verity is no helpless victim of circumstance, and after concealing the bike as best she can on the side of the road with some brush (hopefully the cops won't pick it up as abandoned), she heads into the nearest restaurant. Her stomach's growling as she walks in, the smell of a dozen varieties of cheeseburger not helping matters, but she ignores it - she's not here for chow, but for cash. And a diner full of unsuspecting diners with wallets and purses ripe for the picking is exactly was she needs right now....even if a hot plate if good huevos rancheros would really hit the spot right now...
She tries to be as unnoticeable as possible as she walks in, shoulders slumped, hands in her pockets. Just a local nobody, nothing to pay any mind to. The diner's not quite bustling, but there's a steady enough crowd, it seems. She scans the tables stealthily, trying not to look too suspicious as she looks for a likely mark.
