Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10380701-20140201163733/@comment-11644980-20140216183404

"Gah! Shit!" Allen slammed on the breaks and threw the car to the right, towards the curb. Narrowly missing the pedestrian, the mobster put his adamancy into his car as it screeched to a halt, protecting it from the damage resulting from the car's t-boning of a parked, bright-yellow motorcycle.

As soon as the car came to a halt, Allen swore several times in frustration before getting enough focus to put on a concerned face. Then he backed his car away from the bike and parked before opening up his car door. Every synapse in his mind wanted to check for any damage on his custom and very expensive touring, but instead he forced himself to approach the idiot that had decided the road was a good place to daydream.

"Are you alright, miss?"