Random 1x1 with Loki. -Closed-

[the d]

Loki gave a sigh from the back seat, wishing he had a chance to say goodbye to Kara. She'd helped him out of the prison, and she seemed nice enough.
Giving a low growl, he snarled, he was fighting the effects of the poisoned dog bite, trying to keep up a strong attitude and remain healthy.
"Where are you taking me now? Back to those prisons or somewhere else?" he said sullenly, looking out the window aimlessly.

[byyrde]

Cap turned around. "The windy city. Perhaps you can find a new place to wander about there. Kara was the biggest reason I stuck with you. I won't take you to jail, but I will let you go somewhere else." He said calmly, turning back and taking off. Chicago was the new target, far enough away from New York.

[the d]

Loki nodded slightly and looked out the window as the vehicle began to move forward. It seemed to be a long drive, considering that he didn't see any signs directing them towards 'the windy city'.
"How long does this car trip last?" he questioned boredly, fingers tracing over a pattern in the seat.

[byyrde]

"A long time, at the least." Said Cap. He drove for another hour or so, avoiding busy roads for the most part. It would be noticeable having Loki in the backseat.

[the d]

"This is intolerable. Is this what mortals do all the time? Sit in a vehicle?" he asked with a whiny tone in his voice, growing tired of the scenery.

[byyrde]

"Would you prefer to walk?" Grinned the Captain, speeding up a little. It was obvious Loki was unhappy and uncomfortable, but he didn't care. The quicker he got rid of the god, the easier for himself.

((Remember Loki, you gotta go mad once we get to Chicago. ouo))

[the d]

"I would not prefer to walk, but I would prefer other ways of transportation." Loki said with a sigh.

((Prepare for le crazy.))

[byyrde]

Cap rolled his eyes "There's not much else, and we're an hour out." He grunted. Loki was becoming a pest.

((PREPARED. 8333333))

[the d]

"An hour? Not that bad, I suppose." he murmured absentmindedly.
"So. Who exactly was that Kara woman?"

[byyrde]

Cap sighed thoughtfully. "A long time ago, in Brooklyn around the 1920S, she moved into the area. Eighth grade, she was the most sought after girl you could find. All the guys wanted her to go out with them. But, she didn't like them. One day, she watched a group beating me up in an alley. Walked up, told em to bug off, and left a mark in their faces. Bucky, Kara and I, we were our own little gang. I managed to get beat up less with her around." He said that quietly, calmly, and a bit sadly.