A [Coagulated] Heart
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jul 23, 2009
It was hostile here, but she had known that when she came here. Aislynn was tough as nails, or she liked to think of herself that way. She came from Nevada, but she moved here because of her love for bikes. She had already did her entrance race and kicked ass. Apparently, guys don't like girl bikers. Maybe they just didn't like girls who raced and were good at it. Whatever, she didn't care. So long as she had a place to stay, a good source of income, and she could race...she was happy.
She knelt down, whisking some of her brown bangs from her face as she began to clean her bike. She had just finished her race, and now her bike needed a little bit of care. She loved her bike. Some say that she loved her bike more than she loved herself, which could have been true. She had taken up her own slot in the local garage, probably nixing one of the regulars that came in. The shop owner had warned her about doing something so foolish, but she ignored him.
What did she have to worry about? She could protect herself well enough if one of these stupid racers tried to confront her. They were all talk anyway. She hadn't known anyone that would hit a girl. All the guys seemed to think it was an unwritten rule that made them worthy of attention and devotion. Actually, it was stupid, because in all cases the woman won way too easily.
She smirked to herself as she thought about it, returning to clean her bike.