Verity Open Voice Test

[veritablewrecker]

Verity'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.

Comments

Ultra Magnus (Holomatter)

[ultramatum]

Having been on earth for a short while now, Ultra Magnus had taken to driving to some of the smaller towns in the area he had landed in to learn more about the local population as he made his way toward the coordinates he'd been given to rendezvous with the other autobots. After a small incident in another town, he'd realized that the local alt mode he had scanned was not as inconspicuous as he would like, and had started depending more and more on his holomatter avatar for these excursions.

Magnus was currently set up in a booth at one of the local diners, having ordered a coffee with some local money he had come across earlier. He wasn't paying much attention to what was going on around him, and was reading the local newsletter with a bit more interest than one would expect for someone obviously just passing through the town.

[agirlandherd0g]

This isn't typically the kind of environment that you'd find Alyx in, out on the fringes of the city, but she's on a transport job and hey, being on the road for a while can leave a girl hungry. So you better believe that when a greasy spoon sort of place like this showed up on her GPS she was going to stop. The CONDOR execs could wait a half an hour longer for this load, because right now there is a plate of waffles on their way with Alyx's name on them.

The food still has yet to arrive though, so for the time being she's kind of relaxing at a booth, picking through the local newspaper and glancing outside every few minutes just to make sure that the truck isn't being attacked by lizard men or whatever crazy of the week might be lurking around. Not that she's too concerned; Dog is safely in the back of the truck, on guard in case any trouble crops up.