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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 10, 2007 12:53:25 GMT -5
"You might," ::Pietro said. He was virtually immune to the effects of the wind beating against himi, and Wanda had a high tolerance for temperature. Neither were good test samples for how others might feel. When he had carried Typhoid, she had nearly been unconscious from the alcohol. He took the two pastry bags and placed them in the box with his package, then took the twine around it and began to tie it to his arm.::
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Post by Aqua on Sept 10, 2007 12:59:32 GMT -5
Emily inwardly prepared herself for something like a motorcycle ride at full speed.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 10, 2007 13:01:12 GMT -5
::Pietro finished tying the package around his arm, and then motioned for her to come with him out the door of the car. Once there, he jumped off, landed in the grass at the side of the train, and waited for her.::
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Post by Aqua on Sept 10, 2007 13:02:51 GMT -5
Emily followed him to the door and paused at the edge of the entrance, thinking how to get down in a possibly graceful way in her skirt.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 10, 2007 13:06:10 GMT -5
::Pietro noticed the dilemma, thanked male fashion for giving him trousers, and stepped over the tracks so his foot was not on the rail...in case there was a power surge. He extended one arm to her, hand outstretched, so she could take it, then he crouched and bent his other arm like steel, to take her weight. His warning might be peculiar from his lips.:: "Not too fast."
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Post by Aqua on Sept 10, 2007 13:10:46 GMT -5
With a nod Emily accepted his support, carefully carrying her weight over from her feet to his arms.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 10, 2007 13:12:26 GMT -5
::Pietro's hand tightened around hers, holding her steady, while he lowered her to the ground, also not on the metal tracks. There was something to be said about the practicality of natural strength.:: "Ready?"
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Post by Aqua on Sept 10, 2007 13:15:22 GMT -5
"As I'll ever be," Emily replied, sounding a bit more confident than she felt after the touch of his hands.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 10, 2007 13:20:02 GMT -5
::Pietro placed a hand on her back between the shoulder blades, then bent and placed his other hand behind her knees. With a swift, smooth movement, she was off the ground and in his arms. He adjusted the positions of his hands slightly, to keep a better grip.:: "The rule is, wrap your arms around my neck and do not let go until I tell you to."
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Post by Aqua on Sept 10, 2007 13:25:50 GMT -5
He knew how it went, and it was definitely safer to do as she was told. Emily held her hands firmly around his neck. "Okay," she said.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 10, 2007 13:34:35 GMT -5
::When Pietro felt her arms tighten around his neck, he tightened his own grip. She would not fall from his arms, and aside from the possible light-headedness and nausea that could accompany her first run, all would be fine. He took a few steps from the railroad tracks to get his bearings, and then he began to run, remaining on relatively flat ground for her own benefit more than his.::
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Post by Aqua on Sept 10, 2007 13:41:15 GMT -5
It was indeed cold; Emily hid her face from the head wind that sent her long hair flying back and held tighter to Pietro, unconsciously fearing he'd drop her - the kind of a subconscious and uncontrolled fear when you're standing at a great height behind the railing and fear that the railing should give way and make you fall, where in reality there's absolutely no reason to think that way. She could barely make out the objects of the scenery they were passing, and guessed the speed was much higher than that of a motorcycle; a motorcycle at least left a possibility to react to the surroundings.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 10, 2007 13:49:13 GMT -5
::Pietro did not run at his top speed; others were not physically able to handle it, even with the experience of running with him. For her first time, he stayed, as he promised, near two-hundred miles per hour. When the roads were the fastest way, he stayed in the shoulder. When cutting through property was easier, he sped by, leaving a bit of upturned grass in his wake. After some three minutes of running, they were at the grounds, and he slowed, then stopped, so it was not abrupt. He did not put her down just yet.::
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Post by Aqua on Sept 10, 2007 13:53:33 GMT -5
Her head was already spinning from the fast trip, and the slowing down, gradual as it was, only added to it. Not realizing they came to a full stop, Emily still tried to hold on to Pietro's neck, her head temporarily abiding in some parallel universe.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Sept 10, 2007 14:10:12 GMT -5
::She still clung to his neck for dear life, which was the other reason Pietro always had his passengers hold onto him. It gave a sense of security and personal control in the face of Newton's laws of motion. He remained still outside the gates, giving her time to adjust to the normal, slow pace of the world around them.:: "The feeling will pass soon."
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