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Post by serenajoidefitzpat on Aug 29, 2010 19:28:03 GMT -5
 Lace me up, lace me up I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
It seems like a runaround Words that won't matter
And as it falls from your mouth it seems like you
needed it more And I will color you all red,
I will color you all...red [/size] Every thing had been running smoothly. Super smooth. Like a baby's butt smooth. But go figure, her car gave a rather loud bang and she lost all her pick up and go. She was driving a Diesel Volkswagon Jetta, silver, with a sunroof which was open. She had emitted a rather nasty cloud of black smoke when the band went off, she she pulled over onto the side of the road. Popping her hood, she looks into it, and heaves a sigh. This was not happening to her. Not today. But apparently it was. Giving a soft scream of frustration, she leaves the hood up, and then walks back to her driver's side door, leaning against her car, and checks her cell. No service. Pulling her Xbox 360 headset off her head she chucks both the cell and headset into her car, slamming the door shut behind it. "WHY!? WHY TODAY!?!?" She yelled to the sky, which was clear without a single cloud in it. Opening her window, she turns the radio on, and then lightly banged her head against her steering wheel. No service for the phone meant no service for the radio. Glancing up at the visor over her head, she pulls out her mix CD and puts it in her radio, turning up the music, and then getting out of her car again, leaving the window open, and sitting on the ground, her head against her car. Her name was Serena Fitzpatrick, and she had just broken down on a flat stretch of highway with no other vehicles in sight. Her black hair was a bit dull from a lack of washing it, her eyes were tired from lack of sleep, and she wore a rosary around her neck, outside of her shirt. The Jacket she normally wore was tossed into the back seat, and her sleeveless shirt was getting hotter then hell cause it was black. Her jeans were ripped at the thighs, as well as the shins. Her feet were clad in combat boots, and her hands were covered in leather gloves. Rubbing her face a bit, she looks both ways down the road before putting on her sunglasses and looking in her engine again, listening for someone to come by. She couldn't see anything wrong with her car, but that didn't mean anything. After all, she was an excorsist not a mechanic. {{OOC: Just for reference, what happened to her car has actually happened to me in real life. With a Jetta Diesel, they have what's called a turbo charger. The tube from the engine to the turbo has come off. It's not that expensive to replace, but driving a diesel without it is like driving a farm vehicle.}} |
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Post by trey on Sept 1, 2010 7:31:36 GMT -5
 Can you feel that?
You better hold on
This one's about to get bumpy
Hahahahahahaha...Trey was roaring down the highway at well over 130 mph. He was driving his baby, a 2011 charcoal grey Chevy Camaro Z28 (click). With it's original supercharged 6.2-liter V8 engine this bad boy could do nearly 200 mph right out of the factory when it had been new. But, it was far from new and it was far from just standard anymore.
This car had been handed down and treated with care, a few tweaks and modifications and the car could easily crack the 200 mph wall. Though, Trey rarely rode it full force like that. He was good at his cruising speed right where it was at. Fast enough to keep his adrenaline pumping, but not so fast he was going to get airborne and flip over if he hit a bad spot in the road or had to make a quick maneuver. With the heads up display that flashed on the windshield it was almost like piloting a jet. The newer cars were even fancier these days, this was one of the first to have that technology.
Besides he had the stereo pumping and an old Rev Theory song was blasting and Trey was singing at the top of his lungs as the car chewed up the road.
"Gimme a 'hell', gimme a 'yeah'. Stand up right now and gimme a 'hell', gimme a 'yeah'. Stand up right now. Get ready to go, she ain't movin' slow. She's takin' control. Pushin' the pedal to the floor, I'm beggin' for more. You better hold on tight."
Trey had his favorite Boston Red Sox cap on and was absorbed in the music and the road flashing by in front of him. He saw the car up ahead on the side of the road. He didn't really think too much about it. Until he went cruising by and saw the chick under the hood looking down at the engine. Aah, Hell, he thought as he was already stepping on the breaks. He couldn't just leave her stranded there.
Flipping a quick U-turn he drove back and pulled his car over in front of the silver Jetta. As he got closer he could see the woman more clearly. Long black hair, black sleeveless top, well worn jeans, combat boots, sunglasses and black leather gloves. OK, so the gloves were a little odd, but the rest of her looked just fine to him.
Climbing out of his car, Trey smiled. He was dressed in his normal attire, jeans, well fitted and well worn grey t-shirt that had the logo for the old band Metallica on the front, finished off with some plain brown work boots and sunglasses.
"So, it looks like you need a little help here? Want me to take a look under the hood?"
A little smirked crossed his lips and he ran a hand through tousled hair. Then he folded his arms across his chest as he gave the girl another appraising look while waiting for her to respond. ((OOC: Sorry it took me a bit. Hope the post is OK.)) |
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Post by serenajoidefitzpat on Sept 1, 2010 10:58:29 GMT -5
Lace me up, lace me up I'm still looking for these angels in the snow
It seems like a runaround Words that won't matter
And as it falls from your mouth it seems like you
needed it more And I will color you all red,
I will color you all...red [/size] If Serena had really been concentrating, she just might had heard the Chevy as it pulled up and passed her. But since she was both listening to her own music and trying to find out what the hell was wrong with her car, her eyes widened when the Chevy passed her, and she got out from under her hood, to watch the brake lights come on, and a U-turn pulled. She gave a happy sigh of relief, and then leaned against her car as he pulled over in front of her car and got out. He wasn't that bad looking either, and she rather liked that. The band on his t-shirt was one she liked to listen to on occasion, and though she didn't follow baseball, she wasn't stupid and knew what team he was wearing. Jeans, and work boots. He struck her as a construction worker, but he could be just about anything dressed like that. Sliding her hands into her pockets, she gives him a smile. "Yeah, I'd love that if you don't mind. I was driving, and geared up from fourth to fifth, heard a loud bang noise, shot out black smoke from my tail pipe and lost all my get up and go from my engine. It's a Diesel that helps any." She said, rubbing the back of her neck, and then her forehead with her forearm. She was sweating like a hooker in church, and though her priest friend might not like the saying, she really didn't care. It was so hot out here right now, and being in black certainly didn't help her any. That had been a really stupid idea, but she hadn't planned on having to stop in the middle of the highway away from civilization. Serena wished she could see what his eyes looked like, just to make herself feel better about this all. After all, he could be a demon, or something else that was looking to kill her. But she had Holy Water if she needed it, and that was in...the trunk of her car. There was no way to inconspicuously get it. |
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Post by trey on Sept 3, 2010 12:13:36 GMT -5
Trey pulled his cap back down onto his head. He gave her a small smile back in return for the one she gave him. Listening to her explanation of what happened he nodded his head in response.
Moving toward the car Trey lifted his sunglasses and jacked them up to sit on the bill of his baseball cap. He smirked a bit and gave her a little look.
"Diesel? I think that's your problem right there."
Trey let out a little chuckle before he ducked under the hood and leaned over to look in at the engine. Making a quick inspection and assessment of the situation. He stuck his hands inside, poking and prodding at a couple things here and there. Then he spotted the problem.
Reaching out to the turbo charger he could see the tubing was detached. He grabbed the piece of rubber and tugged at it gently and the rest of it gave way. Trey straightened up from under the hood. He turned around to face the girl, holding out the thin line of hose.
"Well, this is the problem. The line that injects fuel from the turbo charger is broken. It needs to be replaced. I could do that for you. If you wanted."
He paused for a moment, realizing he didn't know her name or anything.
"My name's Trey by the way. I am a mechanic, I own a shop in New Orleans. I've got a couple options for you. I can jerry rig it back together so you can make it into town. Or, I can give you a ride into town, we get the part, come back fix the car. Or, we can call a tow truck and you can have it taken to a shop and they can fix it there for you."
Raising an eyebrow he watched her. Not sure what she wanted to do. The patch job wouldn't get her that far. She'd have to stop soon to get it really fixed right. He didn't mind fixing it for her. But... it was her car, her choice. (OOC: not sure where you want to go with it. ) |
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