Fashion & Fast Cars(Open)

[Jezbel Faust]

Jezbel smiled to herself. "We done?" She asked as she ducked under a large rail. The man behind the camera nodded. "Yeah, I should have the photos for 'ya by next Monday"[/i] Jezbel nodded. "Alright, good, good. And the thirty?" She asked as she walked over to the photographer. She stopped by him outstretching her hand expectantly. The photographer frowned before digging through his pockets and taking out a wad of cash.

Jezbel smirked and flipped through the green, counting mentally. It took only a matter of seconds. "Thanks" Jezbel said with a smile. She stuffed the money in her bra. Today, for the shoot, she wore a white tank top with a dark brown, tattered looking long sleeve jacket. Her bottoms consisted of dark blue, regular denim jeans. Her feet were bare.

Jezbel walked over to her car. It was a dark red mustang(click me, since I'm clueless when it comes to cars). Jezbel smiled as she opened up her glove compartment and fished out her expensive, Dolca & Gabbana sunglasses. A gift from her last boyfriend. (click me). Jezbel checked herself out in her mirror for a moment before making a cute face. She laughed quietly and pulled out of the parking lot, before beginning to head down to the restaurant lane. It was only two thirty or so, but Jezbel was starving. The fresh smell of hot dogs and hamburgers began to soon fill the air. She licked her lips, her stomach growling anticipating the food.

[Emma Frost]

Emma loved driving. It was great fun to her. Pushing the accelerator was one of the greatest joys. However, she only loved it, because she did it when she chose to do it. She'd speed down any high way and if she got caught, she'd just mentally make possible police officers change their minds. If her rack did not take care of this, that was. Either way, Emma did not drive in her usual, day-to-day-life. She was too busy. If she was not in the office, she was on the phone. Emma simply didn't have time to drive herself.

That was why she had a driver. In fact, she had just hired a new one. Jones, her last driver, had finally retired. Emma had been disconsolate. Jones had driven her for years and they had gotten along greatly. Tim, her new driver, was only in his second week. He was quite young, in his twenties, but he had been recommended to her. Her car and him were still getting used to each other, so she thought.

Naturally, Emma was not paying any attention to traffic, since she was on the phone. Tim calmly steered the Bentley through New York's streets.
And then, within a second, everything changed.

The noise sounding as the cars collided was incredibly loud. Emma was thrown against the door, hit her head. Her phone was flying through the car. Lucky her, she had used the seat belt this time. The Bentley had come to an abrupt halt.

"Miss Frost? Miss Frost are you alright?", Tim urged her. Luckily, the mechanism of the barrier between the front- and backseat had not broken due to the crash.

"Yes, I think I am?" Emma said, assessing whether she actually felt okay. The blow had not been severe enough to cause a concussion. Other than that, she was shaking, but fine. "What the fuck happened???", she asked, sounding quite irritated.

"I don't know, the car just came out of nowhere," Tim said, clearly being scared of her, of losing his job. Reading his mind, Emma quickly learned that he had not paid attention. The other car had had a right of way.
"The fuck you don't know, Tim!", she said, getting out of the car. A mustang was stuck to the Bentley's side. Emma felt a presence in the car. Good, if there were brainwaves, there was no corpse.
"Miss?", Emma asked, approaching the door, "Are you alright?"
She had to ameliorate the damage for now. She'd deal with Tim later.
There was a quite familiar sensation radiating from the mind in the damaged Ford, though, Emma could feel it with due to her telepathic powers.

Clearly, the woman behind the wheel was mutant.
Like Emma.

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