ɪ'ᴍ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ғᴏᴏʟ. [private for Mika-Chu. ]

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; background: border-top: 4pt white solid; border-bottom: 4pt white solid; width: 370px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; text-shadow:1px 1px 2px black; color: white; font: 25pt new times roman; text-align:center; line-height: 70%;]JULIANNA&&WALTZ [/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float: left; width: 350px; width: 100px; height: 80px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; height: 130px; border: 2px solid #fff; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/pjDpNA8.jpg); background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 385px; text-align: justify; font: normal 11px arial; line-height: 95%; margin-left: -23px;]Keep going. The only thing that continued to keep her numb mind stables. Actually, the only mind that was able to penetrate her thoughts, since the rest of her mind was so numb, able to process anything else: but to keep walking, hope someone notices you, and get the hell out of here. She had a feeling she could make it if she really tried. She never had so much Faith when she changed out of that ugly orange jumpsuit and into some civilized clothing. Jeans and a plain white, yet fitted t-shirt. When she ended up on this very road, is where she decided would be best that someone picked her up if they happened to stop by. It seemed almost disconnected from the rest of the city, only few drove by here, their time with each other limited to about five to ten minutes. When they past by, she'd hold up that hitchhiker sign, limply, as if she hadn't enough energy to keep it up, but that wasn't completely a lie. Some people were too distracted by the road, by their phones, or their music to notice, but the people who did notice her only looked once, never again. The people who did notice her, were children who thought it was hysterical that a girl was at the side or the road, doing something as old fashioned, as dangerous, as stupid, as the hitchhiker sign. They'd smirk, stick out their tongues and being the person Julianna was, she'd replace her thumb for her middle finger. The kid probably didn't mind much, but there was still some sort of satisfaction behind the move. Some power she was able to hold for a long time since most of her days she was dominated by men in black uniform and badges, men she'd grown to hate.

The process was repeated as yet, another car came into the female's view. This time more higher than usual, hoping that the person in the car was generous enough to see a girl like her, and take her in. Except, it wouldn't be so lucky for this person, since in the back of her pocket, she held a small pistol, one would have to really focus on to notice. '
For some reason, it came a surprise as the car pulled over next to her, the lights in the front of the car blinking to indicate it was turning, pulling over. When the car stopped in front of her, the car window rolled down, revealing a man. Well built, about in his twenties, such as herself, who was twenty-two, and the last to mention was he was quite handsome. Today in this society, you couldn't really trust anyone in fear they might take you aside and use you for their own pleasure, but there was something warming about this man. The way he spoke to her, he just seemed he was genuinely concerned, wanted to help. And if that wasn't the case well, she had the pistol. She wasn't going to brush off this possible chance when it took her forever to get it in the first place.

Julianna looked around, as if confused by the surroundings she was currently placed. The sun, it was beginning to set so looking at him now caused her to put her hand over her eyes. "Yeah, my car broke down. I went to look for help but when I came back, it wasn't there. I'm not sure where it may have gone." she said, making sure her voice was carried over the next car whizzing by. "may I possibly ask you where you're headed? I was heading out of state but-" she paused, hesitated, as if she was causing trouble and that was the least thing on her mind. "if that's not where you're headed, I don't want to cause you too much trouble."

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doneee c;

[fancypost borderwidth=0pt; background: border-top: 4pt white solid; border-bottom: 4pt white solid; width: 370px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; text-shadow:1px 1px 2px black; color: white; font: 25pt new times roman; text-align:center; line-height: 70%;]JULIANNA&&WALTZ [/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; float: left; width: 350px; width: 100px; height: 80px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; height: 130px; border: 2px solid #fff; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/pjDpNA8.jpg); background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 385px; text-align: justify; font: normal 11px arial; line-height: 95%; margin-left: -23px;]The girl couldn't believe it. For a moment, she just stood there, trying to find a hint of a joke, but as she examined his face, there was no "hint" that he was looking for, that he was truly serious. His facial expression held true sincerity and even if this was some sort of joke, he'd already opened the door, perishing whatever it had been, she could just walk in, pull out that pistol in her back pocket, and make him drive. But by the friendliness, the good vibes that came off of this man, she knew that such a thing wasn't needed... at least not right now.

Julianna walked up to the car, her face not even portraying to hide the relief, her excitement. Getting into the car, she closed the door with a not-too-hard, but satisfying slam, looking over at the man in the passenger's seat. "Thank you so much," she said, as if too relieved, too happy for words, which wasn't completely a lie. "I honestly thought I had no chance. I really owe you." she felt bad that this man was the butt of her plan, out of everyone, it had to be a businessman, just trying to do the right thing. Probably had a family, two kids at home, awaiting for his arrival and she had a feeling that after finding out he was in the car with a criminal, it wouldn't be the same again. "I'm Johanna Jackson," she introduced, having to use the first name of an old friend of hers, and the last name of her boyfriend. Every word she said, she felt like she was a step closer to revealing who she truly was, like he would suddenly realize it, but as long as she choose her cards very carefully without too much hesitance, she'd make it across the border with this man as her "cabbie", without this man knowing. She didn't have much plan, but she was afraid once they made it across the border, she'd have to tell, have to threaten his life, somewhere along those lines then make a run for it. There was no telling that she had to reveal her true name. If he didn't have her real name, she should be safe. She could run to the nearest town. Even just after a jailbreak, Julianna took note she liked she plan ahead. Well, that she knew that would have to stop, at least for now. Too much hesitance in a person who thought too much.

"Annoy me?" Julianna asked, a smile penetrating her lips. "I very much doubt that. I grew up with about three younger brothers. I have dealed with much worse than a simple businessman." she was satisfied with her tone of her voice, the answer in particular, and hoped that maybe simply bonding and relating with the man would give him some sort of comfort to her, not like he needed it. Anyone could tell he was a "social butterfly" at heart.

[mad at myself -.-]