Drinking in public with Rhythm proved to be much more secure than in a more private setting. At least for the time being. The other girl seemed much tamer and rather on the quiet side as she took advantage of the bonemancer's offer to pay for additional drinks. It put her a little more at ease and made her somewhat less wary of ordering another drink for herself. And then another, and maybe another and another. She lost track after the another one.

She supposed she'd have to drag Rhythm back to the Sanctuary once the two of them had their fill of booze. Blood loss and drunkenness wouldn't be so good for helping her to navigate on her own. She planned on taking her right to the Infirmary, though, where she could get patched up and wouldn't be stuck alone with her for too long. Hopefully enough booze to impair navigation would also be enough to discourage any repeats of their last meeting.

The group in the corner, some loudmouthed guy and a bunch of women grouped around him, proved to be fairly entertaining if and when she chose to look their way. It was a decent distraction from any nagging worries in her mind about any potential shifts in her companion's attitude.

It wasn't hard to tell what kind of profession he was in, especially when observing how he interacted with all the women gathered around him. Isabel didn't particularly care, so long as he didn't bother her. Pimps and their employees weren't on her radar for potential fun. Just the law enforcement they tended to attract. But they weren't there, so she went back drink number 'nother one.

She'd barely gotten to drink number 'just one more' before something happened over in that little corner. Someone wasn't very happy with mister No Relation chatting with his girlfriend. Momentarily she wondered if it would lead to some kind of bar fight. Whatever. She could deal with a little scuffle if it came her way.

She was going to go back to her glass, but for whatever reason the conflict between the three was holding her attention, her interest in the matter growing by the minute, though she couldn't say why. Before she even realized it she was on her feet and heading in Mr. No Relation's direction about the same time that a number of other young women were doing the same. All over the weirdest compulsion to have some kind of physical contact with the guy. She blamed it on drink 'nother one.

And then all hell broke loose. Women were scrambling over each other, puling hair, scratching, lobbing shoes and purses while significant others were trying to get a handle on them. Isabel didn't fight like other girls did. Forget hair pulling, all she had to do was aim a little jab with a spike and most of the ladies were on the floor whining.

It was a bit harder once things moved out onto the street. There was more room allowed between bodies, meaning more effort put into dropping them. She could do it, certainly, it was just a bit difficult when she was sometimes seeing double, or her body wasn't moving like she wanted it to. But she was managing. No Relation didn't seem all that bothered by the attention and wasn't putting up any sort of fight against whatever women were fawning over him.

She was getting close. Just a few more feet and she would be within arm's reach of the guy. Maybe if she could just touch him, the compulsion would be satisfied and she could be on her way, perhaps back into the bar for a bit to wait for things to stop spinning. She would just have to see how it turned out. Just a little further.

And then it was like someone turned the light switch on.

Inside, the redhead knew she was inebriated beyond belief. She knew that walking, talking, or any movement I general would probably be a very bad idea. But at the moment she cared not, because her vision was crystal clear. Even her hearing seemed to be sharper, and it was with great caution that Ashley raised her head up from the bar and looked around the room she was in, taking in the sights like it was the very first time she was seeing it.

Oh. Well. Everyone appeared to have gone crazy.

She saw her chesty companion (who Ashley found out was no novice to drinking) get out of her seat and, like many other women and men, began to gravitate towards a man In the background who was dressed funny and holding a cane. She couldn't fathom why something like this would happen, but apparently many other people in the bar were trying to hold other men and women from going to this man. Ashley sat at the bar with a rather comically blank expression on her face. She really didn't have the slightest what was going on but, with her huge drink of whatever the bartender was filling it with, she walked outside right behind the huge crowd of people, staring at the only place her eyes seemed attracted to; Isabel's behind.

Outside was pandemonium, and more blinking and the loss of sight of Isabel's attractive derriere made the musician look around her, though she wished she could be more shocked. She saw blatant use of powers, people drinking and dancing on the street, looting and vandalizing. Another blink brought her vision to a congregation of pole dancers that were working what their momma gave them (whatever that meant) on nearby light poles. Nearby she saw a fireball come into creation and get tossed, seemingly at random she hoped, right in her direction. Diving out of the way (and losing her drink) Ashley rolled up to a sweet looking car, a Ferrari, slammed her back against it's door. She looked up a moment later, seeing that the fireworks person begin to throw fireballs all over the place and nodded, now knowing she wasn't the target.

And then she spotted Isabel.

The silly little girl was among the many females (and a handful of males) that were attempting to touch the funnily dressed man she saw back in the bar. Immediately Ashley bounded from her safety spot and began walking towards the bonemancer, punching only three people in the face on her way. The crowd Isabel was in was large and not moving very fast, so Ashley had no problem grabbing onto the suspenders Isabel wore and pulling her back. She twirled the Bow Wearer around and dipped, picking her up and putting her over a shoulder before she began walking back to her original position.

The Ferrari.

Because now she had a plan. Ashley's vision and mind were clear. She didn't care how it was going to happen, she didn't care what got in her way. Inhibitions be damned!! Isabel would go along for the ride because Ashley knew how to control the girl. She knew how to make her comply. In the end, it was Ashley's thought that Isabel wanted to be controlled, and she knew just how to do that. Upon reaching the Ferrari, Ashley smashed the window and unlocked it, unlocking the doors. She dumped Isabel inside (accidentally knocking her head a bit, but the brunette didn't seem to mind) and told her to scoot over. She watched Isabel blink a few times before doing so, and Ashley went in right after.

She dug in her combat boots for a bit before pulling out a knife and toying with the steering column for a bit before breaking it in. She found the proper wires, stripped them and attached them together before starting the car, revving it a few times so it didn’t stall out. After determining that the time she took was less then stellar but only because she had a passenger, Ashley was off into the night for the next destination in what was going to be a nice, long night of debauchery and mayhem.

A church.

"Oomph!" Isabel went up and over someone's shoulder and away from the colorfully dressed Mr. No Relation. She gave a whine of protest at being carried away from her intended target, her hands finding purchase on the hips of the person carrying her in order to prop herself up just enough to watch the mobbed man getting gradually smaller as she was forced into retreat.

She gave the hips of her kidnapper, who she realized was Rhythm after a moment, a somewhat viscous little squeeze, displeased with the girl for ruining her fun. Stupid Rhythm. All she wanted to do was touch the guy for a second, then she was sure the fixation would resolve itself and she'd have been on her way. However, the ill intent behind the squeeze didn't last very long before it became much gentler. This touching might be good enough for now.

"Urk!" A hand went to her head momentarily as she was suddenly shoved into a car and instructed to scoot over. She did so, but only after a moment's hesitation. Rhythm had ruined her previous fun, so she could be a little uncooperative in turn. She slid over, but did so slowly and sat back while the other girl hot-wired the car and they sped off. She didn't know where they were going, but she didn't particularly care. 'Just one more 'nother drink' had made her feel very pleasantly relaxed and largely unconcerned with the world.

Except for when she started to get bored.

She decided that she wanted to drive. Motorcycles were a lot more fun, but cars could be nice too, and couldn't be much harder to navigate. She just couldn't sit still in the seat she'd been placed in and wait until they stopped somewhere.

First she started shifting around, playing with the locks and the windows, then with the glove compartment and the seat adjustments. After that she started sliding closer to Rhythm, thankful that the car's front seat was a bench seat. She reached out and gave the redheads hair a little tug.

"I wanndrive," she said, very matter-of-factly, her fingers quickly getting tangled in the girl's hair after finding the feel of it to be very pleasing to the touch and trying to bury her whole hand in it. Shaking free of the red strands, probably none to delicately from Rhythm's end, she scooted even closer, prodding at the other girl's arm.

"We gonndrive through p'lice station an' makea big mess," she stated again, shifting up onto her knees. The cops would never see it coming. They always went after her, not the other way around. Generally she avoided jails or police stations, but it seemed like a good idea to crash a car into one at the moment.

Placing one hand on Rhythm's thigh for leverage, she reached for the steering wheel with the other, all but climbing into the other girl's lap in the process.

The full intention was to drive to this church.

Her companion, on the other hand, had other plans. Ashley had never known someone to be so fidgety, ever, and yet here Isabel was just messing with everything from the locks to the glove compartment. Eventually the bonemancer even decided that she wanted to drive!! Ashley, however, outright refused. Of COURSE she wasn't going to let Isabel drive, the woman was far too drunk. Never mind that Ashley, by her last count, had more to drink then Isabel anyways. Such facts and figures meant nothing when you were driving a Ferrari.

And you know what? Nothing Isabel could do would convince her. Not those smooth, soft hands running through her hair, giving it a small tug (then harder) that sent shivers down Ashley's spine. Not the cutesy baby drunk talk that was so close to her ear. Not the hand on her thigh that she was no using for leverage to climb up onto her lap...

...okay, so maybe she could drive. It was cool.

And since tonight was all about celebrating something (right?) Ashley decided that, what the hell ever!! The person she first fell in love with so damn hard was now sitting on her lap and smelling ever so sweet. Blood, alcohol, sweat...a hint of vanilla. It was all to Isabel that Ashley simply couldn’t help herself. She buried her face in Isabel's back, her hands reaching out in front of the woman to grasp her belly and slowly crawl her hands up to the glorious globes Isabel had no qualms showing off to the world. For the moment, Ashley was in heaven.

“Music...” she murmured, her voice muffled by Isabel's back and neck. “Turn on...”

She vaguely remembered something about Isabel wanting to crash into the police station. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Ashley knew that this was the King Of All Bad Ideas, deserving of capital letters of ever written down. So having music on would probably be cool, since at the moment her powers weren't activated. If they were going to crash into the station, she'd need tunes to rock out and possibly be not as useless for Isabel if they had to fight their way out.

But at the moment she didn't care about it being a Very Bad Idea, because in her arms was someone she had loved from the very first time she even knew what the emotion was until now. Despite caring deeply for Bentley and her deeper, stronger feeling for Agnes, Isabel was the one that Ashley wanted. Right now, Isabel was hers.

“Isabel.” Ashley nuzzled her back and neck some more. “After this...wanna get married?”

Success! It took less persuading to get herself in the driver seat, or in this case the driver lap, than she'd anticipated. Excellent. She'd never really driven under the influence, but how hard could it be? Aim the car in the direction you wanted to go and hit the gas. Simple. Straddling Rhythm's legs so she could reach the pedals with her foot, she angled the wheel in the direction she thought she wanted to go and all but floored it.

Somewhere in the back of her mind it registered that she'd never actually gotten around to re-buttoning her shirt, judging from the feel of hands on her stomach as Rhythm settled in. For the time being it didn't bother her much. She was much too focused on making her way to the police station and trying to keep the car off the sidewalk. It was trickier than she'd initially thought. Especially with cars and people jumping and swerving this way and that to try and avoid her.

With her tongue poked out just a little bit in her concentration, she eventually managed to turn onto the street she needed to be on to reach their destination. She reached out to flick the radio knob at Rhythm's request and cranked the volume up, liking the way the base seemed to make her body vibrate when it reached certain levels. Combined with the feeling of hands on her skin, she was starting to feel pleasantly relaxed, but at the same time there was a jolt of electricity that ran up and down her spine and put her on edge. She didn't bother trying to figure out some sort of reasoning for it.

"Yeaheah sure," she said, hardly paying any attention to what Rhythm had actually asked her because she'd finally caught site of the police station. Shoving the gas pedal to the floor, she rocketed the car in the direction of the door and made her grand entrance.

Ashley felt that familiar feeling of warmth swell up inside of her and the only thing she could do was squeal a tiny but at Isabel's agreement for marriage. She'd never let loose such a noise before, but she found it quite girly and she liked it. She squeezed Isabel tight, her roaming hands now just holding the bonemancer tight. Well, now that Ashley had that particular goal accomplished they could get to the fun part...well, the fun part according to The Gospel of Isabel anyways. Ashley watched the girl drive with a fair bit of panic but also a interesting lack of reaction. She knew that, if she were to screw up, Isabel could kill them both. But oddly enough, she knew that wasn't going to happen.

The crash into the police station was massively grand. The Ferrari stood up to the the double doors they ran into and the reception desk it hit right after. Paper, people and various other debris flew all over the place. Isabel was out of the car like a shot, and Ashley only took a moment to look at the brunette's fine behind before turning the station that was playing the music on the highest setting. Isabel was a scythe of pure drunken power, and Ashley envied her for that. She got out of the car and was instantly set upon by several cops, all who were either very confused or extremely angry. A flurry of movement later they instantly changed their state from emotional to unconscious. Ashley put down the leg she had used to knock them out clean and leaped up behind Isabel and into the fray of cops that were trying desperately to get organized against the assault of bone and fists that were coming their way.

With the riot going on from their previous location and the amount of people needed to retain the peace, Ashley and Isabel were having no problem taking down the people around them. Sure, Ashley was pretty sure she gained a few new holes thanks to some well placed shots, but after taking down an officer that happened to have a bullet proof vest on, Ashley took the opportunity to liberate it from him and don it, nodding how well it fit her. She watched as Isabel tore a swath through the cops before heading to another room, and Ashley bounded after her, her speed and strength increased by the blasting music. She skidded to a halt as she saw another radio and took the opportunity to turn it on as well, cranking it as high as it would go before once again following behind Isabel, licking her lips at the sight of the girl doing what she did best; killing cops.

Did the thought disturb Ashley? A little. But she was much more concerned about making sure their little party wasn't interrupted by one of them being hurt. So she bodily dived into the four or five cops that were behind Isabel, knocking one on the top of a head with a well timed elbow and dispatching the rest with hard cracks form her palms and knees.

Like shooting fish in a barrel.

“Isseh!!” she shouted out a bit drunkenly, taking several nightsticks she saw lying around and twirling them a bit. She didn't really use weapons, but these could be positioned so they protected her forearms, and the bit that jutted out at the end could breaks some sternums. “Where to?”

She only asked because the redhead was pretty sure Isabel wanted to cause some major damage. And since Ashley knew nothing about police stations, she figured the busty bonemancer might know a place where they could both attack to hurt them real bad.

Now this was fun. It was almost like Isabel couldn't miss. Even with sloppier drunken movements she was able to slice and dice her way through the bodies that hurdled themselves at her with a favored set of sword-like protrusions from her palms. Some of the cops fired shots, but in a confined space, most of them stuck to nightsticks or their own bodies to use as weapons. That made things all that much easier for her.

Rhythm seemed to be handling herself pretty well. At least she was doing much better than their earlier run-in with the cops. The music probably helped. Isabel vaguely remembered her saying something about music being connected to her mutation. It was a good thing the car radio still worked, and there were spares lying around the building on some desks.

It wasn't a very large building. There was only one floor, though it was fairly large around. She wasn't quite drunk-stupid enough to drive a car into a large police station. The odds were a little too uneven in that scenario. She was perfectly content with a smaller scale slaughter.

Gradually heading toward the center and then rear of the building, she thought on Rhythm's question. She hadn't really planned much further ahead than crashing the car and jumping the people that responded. What could she do to really hurt the cops' progress?

"C'mputers an' evidence," she suggested, figuring that smashing their electronics and raiding their evidence lockers would at least slow them down and ruin their chances of resolving some cases. Aside from having to take the time to clean up the mess and hire new bodies.

As it had gotten a little later in the evening since they first entered the bar, there ere fewer people on duty in the building, which made locating her inanimate targets a bit less of a hassle. Knowing how cops operated, though, they'd be calling for backup almost immediately.

"Smash'n'go," she said, driving the point of one of her spines into the monitor of the nearest computer. It probably wasn't the best idea to stick around for too long now that they'd smashed their way in. Wasting too much time increased the likelihood that they'd be behind bars before morning.

Smashing random things? Check.

Making sure she stayed alive? Check.

Watching Isabel’s magnificent behind? Check.

Glorious. In all her life, all several years of it that she cold remember anyways, Ashley had never felt more alive. The absolute clarity of her actions made slamming the butt end of the nightstick she was handling into some random cop's chest all that more enjoyable. The crack that resounded through the area made the other two that were standing in front of her wince and take a step back, but the sudden snap of a kick to a jaw and then another spinning backhand (aided by the nightstick) to the others face, faster then they could see)[/i] took care of those obstacles quickly.

She turned on a couple of more radios, her power going into a sort of weird flux as she took care of the occasional stray cop that passed by. In the back of her mind she knew that she should be going faster but paid that no mind. Isabel was taking care of the bulk of the cops, really, and her skills in Muay Thai, coupled with her powers, were taking care of anyone dumb enough to get in their way. Another rounded the corner and this time Ashley lashed out a backhand, sending the poor woman sprawling to the floor. She paused for a moment, loathed to hurt a female, but she shrugged a second later and picked the woman cop up by the neck and slammed her against the wall.

“Evidence.” she said, her voice calm, even. This, probably more then her broken nose, seemed to unnerve the woman more and she pointed in a vague direction. Ashley shoved her aside, letting her fall to her knees before gesturing. “Show me.”

It wasn't far, and Ashley took the liberty of backhanding the woman again to knock her out after she unlocked the cage. Inside was all manner of evidence, and truly Ashley didn't know where to begin. There had to be some way to cause the maximum amount of damage in the shortest time possible, but in truth Ashley couldn't figure out how. Instead of thinking of it herself, she started to rummage through the evidence and, in the back, saw a section titled 'Extremely Dangerous', but all Ashley knew was that it was another room she had yet to explore. The door was open, though, so Ashley decided to take a look to see if there was anything she could use.

Inside were firearms of every possible kind...well, she assumed they were all different, as the redhead really didn't know anything about guns. All tagged and all on various shelves, Ashley walked slowly between them until she got to the back where there were several shelves, all securely closed. She began to open them all, looking inside to see their contents. All had boxes, some latched to the shelves so they couldn’t move. Ashley began to look through each one until she found something even she could recognize.

Grenades.

Three of them.

So maybe the explosions that were happening behind her weren’t that big, but when combined with the various other chemicals and other such things (and the sprinklers that had decided to go off), the evidence that was in that room was now destroyed, or at least badly damaged. That was what Isabel wanted, right? To destroy the evidence? Evidence to what the guitarist didn't know, but if that's what her bonemancer wanted, it's what she got.

And it was with great glee that Ashley rejoined the fray of cops versus Isabel...or what was left of them, anyways.

While Rhythm set off with her escort to the evidence room, Isabel continued destroying whatever computer she could find. Slashing cords, smashing monitors, and ripping apart towers, she left no electronic in less than at least a couple dozen pieces. The people that continued to cross her path ended up much the same way.

Her work was a good bit sloppier than it normally would have been, but it was no less lethal. She hardly paid any mind to the stinging in her skin from any bullets that were occasionally fired in panic. The alcohol in her system seemed to make everything pleasantly numb, with this odd sort of hum vibrating throughout her body. Maybe going out drinking every now and again wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Hoisting a computer tower and smashing it into one man's face, she instinctively ducked at the sound of an explosion and the responding water fall from the sprinkler system. It wasn't long before a warning siren started going off as well. The fire department would be on the heels of whatever additional police showed up to the station now.

Looking around to find Rhythm once the girl had returned, she gave a little grin. She must have looked ghastly, spattered in blood, most of it not her own, with water gradually soaking through her hair and clothing."I think tha's our cue t'leave," she commented, motioning to the sprinklers and stepping over the bodies and electronics scattered on the floor. She planned on finding a rear exit and making a break for it.

She was the very image of beauty.

Some would have considered it modern art, the way Isabel was standing. Bone weapons in hand, bodies scattered all over every which way. Blood was pouring from countless bullet wounds. Her chocolate brown hair was matted to her face from the sprinklers and she was heaving, out of breath from her no doubt intense battle against the officers of the law she hated so much. Unfortunately for her, and fortunately for Ashley, the sprinklers were dousing everything in the vicinity, and Isabel's open and white (now almost clear) shirt left nothing to the imagination.

The steps Ashley took reminded her, in a scary way, really, of the ones she took back at the Sanctuary when she gathered up the bonemancer in her arms. That was then, however, and this was now. Ashley knew that Isabel was meant to be hers, and she intended to make that fact well known to the gorgeous brunette. Once she was close enough she pulled Isabel in close by the waist and planted a light kiss on her lips. She felt Isabel lean back a bit, one arm around her neck while the other hung limply. They both stopped a moment, the kiss still tingling on Ashley's lips before she went in again.

The next kiss was more determines, more dominant. It's essence seared Ashley's brain, and she knew that for the rest of her life she would always remember this one kiss, this passionate embrace and compare all that came after to it. When she felt Isabel's tongue dart out she greeted it wholeheartedly, the moan coming from her companions throat making Ashley hold the bonemancer tighter. They only stopped when breathing became difficult, and when they pulled apart they were panting.

That familiar ache came back to Ashley, it's pull tenfold whatever it had been before.

And then the sirens came.

“God damn it.” Ashley cursed, narrowing her eyes. She'd slaughter ever last freaking one of them for interrupting this. But common sense told her they had to go, and go they went. She looked to Isabel and nodded, reaching in for another, smaller kiss before sprinting back towards the Ferrari, which was still running and blasting music. She got into the driver's seat and looked to Isabel, flashing a brilliant smile. “Come. More fun.”

Well now, that was interesting. Something somewhere in Isabel's mind was adamantly protesting Rhythm's advances, though that nagging was far less prominent than it had been the first time such things had happened back at the Sanctuary. The booze in her brain and the peculiar humming in her bones seemed to agree with the other girl's actions, if for nothing else but to feel that fun little electric jolt up her spine again.

She giggled when Rhythm finally released her hold, feeling a little silly with the lightheadedness that came with her brief shortness of breath. Kissing was fun. Though, she'd never kissed a girl before. Bane, yes, and maybe Calley at some point, but girls were never on her list. It was weird. But booze did not discriminate.

Isabel would go along withi t for a little while, too, so long as more fun was involved. And judging from the fact that their car was still running, it looked like their night didn't have to end just yet.

With a bit of a goofy grin on her face, she quickly picked her way over bodies and debris in order to get back to the car. She got into the passenger side without argument this time and let Rhythm take the wheel. She didn't know where they were going, but she didn't particularly care. Fun was fun.

By the time they'd managed to back out of the smashed window and away from the building, the sirens were getting steadily closer. Around the next corner, the flashing lights were speeding up behind them.

Giggling madly she shifted in her seat and kicked the window out of the passenger side door. Having accomplished that, she shifted yet again, all but climbing out the window in order to face the cars racing behind them. Gripping the door frame with one hand, she held the other arm straight out and pointed at the vehicles before firing off a number of little bone bullets, aiming to hit the drivers.

"Blam! Blam! Blam!"

The explosive fireballs behind them was all Ashley needed to know that whatever Isabel was doing was working. The roads were virtually deserted (for New York) and Ashley didn't have to swerve around cards nearly as much. Still, she kept a hand on Isabel's foot so the bonemancer didn't fall out of the car if she swerved too hard. She knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that it wasn't needed and that merely liked the contact with the brunette. Whatever, she didn't need excuses. Touch or not, Ashley was having the time of her life swerving ans dodging pedestrians and the occasional car.

She saw more police cars start to join the fray and Ashley began to laugh long and hard. She purposely swerved into a line of them, watching as Isabel's bullets tore through metal and person, into gas tanks and tires. The explosion of a nearby car rocked theirs slightly and this time Ashley really did have to grab onto Isabel's boot to keep her steady.

“Careful!!” she yelled, the huge smile she sported never leaving her face. “No falling!!”

She gunned it then, watching as some of the cop cars cut through a park and over sidewalks to catch up to them. Ashley shifted gears and slammed on the brakes, spinning them around three hundred and sixty degrees and watched, almost as if in slow motion, as Isabel's bullets tore into vehicle after vehicle, sending some swerving into their comrades while others turned so suddenly that they flipped around and around, hitting various other obstacles like benches, light poles and people.

At the end of the spin, most of the cars chasing them were dealt with, and the remaining ones were backing off. Ashley spared no time to punch the gas pedal again, careening off into the night while she laughed manically. Oh yeah, she might have actually pulled off a real life Bullet Time if she didn't know any better. She opened her mouth to say something to her lovely companion when another noise filled her eardrums, and this time even Ashley had to raise an eyebrow in concern.

“...helicopter.” she sighed.

At the sound of the pursuing helicopter, Isabel shifted in her seat again to look skyward. She had to squint to see because of the spotlight that was turned on the car. It appeared to be a news crew who had gotten wind of the mayhem that was currently going on. She just grinned and gave her foot a little wiggle to be sure her ankle wasn't being held captive any more.

Getting her feet under her, she shimmied out the window and up onto the roof of the car, digging in with little claw-like protrusions from her fingers so she wouldn't be thrown off by Rhythm's crazy driving. From there she sprouted her four spindly legs again only to flatten them out and fuse the upper and lower pairs together, creating a set of thin, bone wings that she could glide with.

Hollowing out the rest of her skeletal structure to make herself lighter, she launched herself at the nearest building as the car swerved closer to the cub, using her little claws to dig into the brick and help her to scurry up toward the roof. When she'd just about reached the roof, she launched herself off, angled her wings appropriately, and swooped upward toward the 'copter.

The people inside were easy enough to get at. One of the doors had been opened to allow the camera man to lean out with his equipment and record the chase. All she had to do was angle herself the right way, which was a bit of a challenge due to her current inebriation, and force her way into the copter's interior.

Her claws came in handy for grabbing hold of the door frame and keeping a grip on the camera man's neck in order to pull him out his seat. She didn't release her grip once he was pulled free, instead letting his own weight drag him down and do the majority of the damage for her before he fell. The reporter was next, dispatched in much the same way. And then the pilot, pinned to his seat by a spike through his chest.

As the helicopter started to spiral, she launched herself back out into the air and quickly got herself out of the way. Briefly she circled until the spotted Rhythm's car again and head in that direction, dropping herself down onto the roof of the car yet again. Wriggling over to the edge of the roof, she hung her head over the side of the car so she could look into the window, grinning like a fool. "Hel'copter'z all gone."

Well...she was gone.

Oddly enough, she didn't care. Well, she didn't mind. She knew that at some point the crazy little bonemancer would be back and all she had to do was wait. Unfortunately, she couldn't just sit there and wait because there were still tons of squad card on her tail and she needed to, like, lose them or something. It was also quite unfortunate (though some would argue for who) that the only real thing Ashley knew abut getaway driving was whatever she'd seen on a random anime or television.

So, like the three sixty spin she pulled off moments before, Ashley decided that winging it was the best option. After all, if she couldn’t plan for it the police couldn't stop it, right? It made sense in her head, and that's all that mattered. It wasn’t like she was used to driving cars either, so this whole thing was turning out quite well for her first night as a wanted criminal. She'd need a better name. Rhythm didn't strike fear into the hearts of men. Then again, neither did “Isabel” but she seemed to do okay...

THUNK[/i]!!

>>"Hel'copter'z all gone."

“Course it is.” Ashley grunted, taking another corner sharply to avoid several more squads and gunned it down the street. “Get them, please? Wanna get away. Maybe crash places. Like...museum.”

Ashley didn't like museums. Or other places that made her feel dumb, like libraries or school. Maybe they could blow one of them up. Or all of them.

She was a criminal no, after all!!

“Isseh.” Ashley growled as more squads came to box them in. “Need name. Like...bad guy name. Help me.”

Isabel gripped the edge of the car roof as Rhythm swerved again, her wings breaking apart into the four legs once more to help prevent her from getting thrown off of the vehicle. She had planned on crawling back inside the car, but the other girl's request to get rid of the last few cars trailing them kept her in place. They could be stopped easily enough for the time being. If it was time to really make a getaway she could only hope they'd have enough time to do so before more cruisers showed up form somewhere else in the city.

Scooting back away from the window, she sat herself back on the car roof, the spindly legs hanging on while she crossed her legs indian-style and went to work filling her lap with various spiked objects. Larger spines lined with torn-like spikes, smaller spikes, balls covered in spines, little glass-like bits and bigger, jagged-edges chunks of bone.

Once she was satisfied with the amount of object she'd accumulated, she scooted to the back end of the roof and dumped the spiny pile into the street. She grinned at the sound of tires popping and the squealing of metal as the rims hit the pavement and the cars skid and swerved this way and that.

And with that she finally did climb back into the front seat, the spindly limbs retracting as she went. Scooting down in the seat and propping her knees against the dashboard she glanced sidelong at Rhythm. She gave a shrug and thought on potential names for a moment, which seemed to be rather difficult at the moment, especially with all the swerving the car was doing.

"Uhh, how 'bout Lady Killer," she suggested, the name seeming appropriate in her current state of mind. The double meaning was entirely lost on her.