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[Vampyre]

Yes, Coco Cola, 'cos I'm cool XD.

We know that Wilt can makes some pretty insane decisions. I mean, risking his life in Good Wilt Hunting to try and win back the approval of his creator. I'd imagine Wilt would do anything to hold something important to him in place, even if that means doing a runner.

[antgirl1]

Wow. Wilt is nuts. XDD

[pitbulllady]

I left you a review over on FF.net, but this one took me totally by surprise! Still, like you said, Wilt has already proven that he's willing to do anything for a cause he really believes in, even die for it if need be, so I really shouldn't be too surprised! Like I said in my review, if the unique ambience and atmosphere of the South Carolina Low Country doesn't really fan that simmering romance into a raging inferno, there's no hope for it whatsoever! Still, I'd sure hate to have to ride all the way across the North American continent in a SCHOOL BUS...Oi, talk about butt fatigue! I guess having a certain tall red gentlemen along for the ride would make things a bit easier, though, and I'm sure from HIS perspective, that old bus beats a freakin' LAWNMOWER any day of the week, lol!
And he didn't exactly STEAL the bus, now did he, since Frankie(whom I suspect was in on that plot from the start, if not the one who came up with it)actually did hand him the key!

pitbulllady

[Ub3rD4n]

So, I guess that means that Frankie stole it, cause it ain't her bus either!

Don't kill me, Frankie fans, I didn't mean to insult the precious....

[pitbulllady]

Originally Posted by Ub3rD4n

So, I guess that means that Frankie stole it, cause it ain't her bus either!

Don't kill me, Frankie fans, I didn't mean to insult the precious....

We don't know that for sure; Frankie certainly must be the one who carries insurance on the bus, so it's not inconceivable that she is listed as one of the owners. Usually, in most US states, the person who usually operates a motor vehicle, unless they're a minor, is the one who has to carry insurance on it, and therefore is the one whose name will appear on the vehicle registration. Even if it belongs to Foster's Home(and it probably was donated to such), Frankie, being an employee/family member, would be considered an owner. Frankie is certainly the one who'd most miss the bus, since she depends on it for HER transportation, in any case. Besides, I don't think that Madame Foster would mind too much if Wilt decided to take his sweetie on a cross-country drive. I just can't bear the thought of having to make what would be about a four-day trip by CAR(which is probably a whole lot faster and more dependable), let alone a bus-I can barely stand a trip to Charleston in a bus from where I work, which is only two hours away, but then, at least Wilt and Zig-Zag don't have to put up with a busload of screaming fifth graders, either.

pitbulllady

[Vampyre]

I almost changed my mind about Wilt kidnapping Zigzag and taking the bus; I was going to have him charge down the road, dragging Zigzag along with him, then having Zigzag pull him to a stop when they're like, running through the park or something, followed by another argument and then Zigzag eventually trying to slap some snese into him. But I felt it was just... Too depressing, and I felt that something good should happen before everything goes wrong (Oh come on, you guys didnt think it would bee plain sailing from when Ziz dumped Ramone, did ya?)

I got your review, PBL, (I had my head phones in at the time, so the gun shot that sounds when I get an email defeaned me, thank you) and you'll probably be getting a note from me on DA or a PM on here rather soon, since I'd probably have a better chance penetrating re-enforced concrete with a plastic spoon than writing out everyday life it a state which is almost half way across the world to me. I really appreciate your offer to help me, since from here on, I officially have no idea what I'm doing XD

[pitbulllady]

Originally Posted by Vampyre

I almost changed my mind about Wilt kidnapping Zigzag and taking the bus; I was going to have him charge down the road, dragging Zigzag along with him, then having Zigzag pull him to a stop when they're like, running through the park or something, followed by another argument and then Zigzag eventually trying to slap some snese into him. But I felt it was just... Too depressing, and I felt that something good should happen before everything goes wrong (Oh come on, you guys didnt think it would bee plain sailing from when Ziz dumped Ramone, did ya?)

I got your review, PBL, (I had my head phones in at the time, so the gun shot that sounds when I get an email defeaned me, thank you) and you'll probably be getting a note from me on DA or a PM on here rather soon, since I'd probably have a better chance penetrating re-enforced concrete with a plastic spoon than writing out everyday life it a state which is almost half way across the world to me. I really appreciate your offer to help me, since from here on, I officially have no idea what I'm doing XD

No problem-I'm happy to help. I make several trips to Charleston, aka "The Holy City", each year; I've got relatives and friends who live there, too. I got lost there recently, in the very same part of town that we glimpse in GWH, which is NOT a part of town you'll find on any of the tourist websites, let me tell you! The only good directions I got all day(I was looking for a convention center in the suburb of Mount Pleasant, where the Southeastern Studebaker Drivers Club was hosting a meeting and show) was from a member of the Crips, identified by his and his cronies' "colors", in front of a Voodoo shop off Rutledge Street. I don't know what was more interesting, the Voodoo shop, or the look on those guys' faces when a middle-aged White woman walked up to them and asked for directions, lol, even though they were doing their best to look menacing and threatening. This is one of those very old cities where you can be in a well-preserved historical section of town one minute, with art shops and five-star restaurants, where the upper crust of society still speaks with a slight British accent, and the next moment, you're in a crumbling, crime-and-drug-ridden ghetto, or just a bridge's span away, a tropical island, where the locals speak a language and dialect that's been almost unchanged since their ancestors were taken from their West African homes, centuries before.
You know it's gotta live up to that lable of "Most Polite City in America" when even the gang members are willing to give you directions!

pitbulllady