Leah Blackfeather
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|  | Just One of Those Days
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The sun was high in the sky, probably about noon, if Leah had her guesses. Desert stretched out for what seemed endlessly, from horizon to horizon, front to back. It'd be an hour, hopefully and maybe less, before she'd probably see another town come up if she kept up the speed of her Mustang. In the meanwhile there was nothing but clear blue skys to accompany her, and the rich, warm palate of the desert ground. The radio had been in and out, and she'd turned it off to spare her the annoyance of static interference as she drove along, impatiently tapping her fingers against the steering wheel.
Long drives were the drives she liked. Nothing but the open road and fresh air filling her lungs, it gave her time to think things over, mull over her next move. There really wasn't a plan this week, just go and see where she ended up. Maybe if she had a map she'd have tossed darts on it for any sort of direction, but she was just as content to just keep on driving, where ever it was that the road was going to lead her. Some might have called it careless, not caring where you slept or what town you'd visit next. Of course, there were a few places that she would stop at when she came to them, just pass on through.
Naturally, there were also times when she had no choice to move. Hunter on her tail, or maybe it was a something that she wanted to escape like a fire was lit on her tail. Thankfully, neither of those things urged the instinct this week. She'd stayed for a week in Show Low, Arizona, saw some sight near by and then got bored really quickly. No place to work, and it wasn't that she was going out looking for friends either way, she kept to herself a little more than she should, but for good reason. At least, that was what she'd been convincing herself all these years.
Out of nowhere it seemed, in the midst of getting lost in her thoughts, the car spluttered and started slowing down. It wasn't a natural sound of the car that was reaching her ears. For having it six years, Leah had very few problems with the beast. "C'mon, c'mon," she hissed under breath, hitting the breaks and the tapping the gas to get the vehicle rolling again. But the machine was resistant, the engine dying as she went about another few meters before it completely halted, the engine going silent.
It was of course at this moment after she twisted the keys and stalled that she noticed something particular. Her car was sitting at a big fat empty, which shouldn't have been right. She'd just filled the tank this morning...
Twisting the keys out, Leah unlocked the car door and got out, glancing back towards the way she came a moment before she hit the button to release the hood and moved around to pop it up and steadied it as she looked inside. Nothing seemed out of place or fried. She'd checked it three times before she huffed a moment, squinting against the hot sun that was beating against her back already.
A few more moments of discouraging searching and finding nothing at the front end, she heard a bit of dripping from underneath and wanted to slap her forehead for not checking the obvious. Crouching down, but not setting her knees down on the hot aspalt, she craned her neck down to see a tiny pool of wetness forming beneath the car. The smell of gasoline was unmistakeable. "Great, just great," she muttered as she straightened up. Nor was it too much to ask to be able to get a cellphone signal in the middle of the freaking desert, she quickly found when she pulled it from her pocket. There were no cars in her sight as she looked down one end of the long stretch of highway, and then the other.
Looked like she was gonna hace to foot it...
Grunting under her breath, she moved to the backseat, looking at the cooler she had filled earlier with drinks. Grabbing her backpack and tossing half the stock into her bag, Leah searched for anything else she should grab with her if she was going to walk it to the next town. It was just going to be one of those days wasn't it, she thought to herself.
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