Post by Ember Chase on Dec 13, 2007 21:11:27 GMT -5
"Oh no. Don't do this to me, baby. Please. Just keep going a little bit further and I'll buy you a brand new engine. I promise."
Ember was talking to her car. It was making random noises and sputters and it was starting to worry her. It was an old Mustang. And she meant old. About 1960ish old. Frankly, it was a wonder it still ran. But it was starting to look like it was about to give up the ghost. And after all the work she'd done on it. She'd done everything possible to keep it running with the little money she had. being on her own, truly alone, meant she had no money except what she herself earned. And she was good at earning it. Working as a waitress in diners, playing her violin in parks, even working in a mechanical garage once. That had lasted about 2 months before she'd moved again. Being a mechanic is what had taught her how to fix her car. But looked like her efforts were about to be blown.
All Ember had been doing was heading to Brooklyn She was going there to get some more strings for her violin. They were starting to wear down. And there wasn't a music store, that sold instruments and things anyway, in Valkyrie. Thats all. But had luck been with her? No such way. Her luck sucked most days. Ugh. Sometimes she wondered why she even decided to live and then she'd think that, if she died, she'd never be able to find out just what she could do during life.
Finally Ember heard a loud BAM and the car started to slow down. She sighed and moved it to the side of the road. Damn thing. Once it had stopped she knocked her head against the steering wheel and then climbed out of the Mustang. Good thing she wasn't wearing anything pretty or whatever. A pair of ragged jeans that were tight but had holes in the knees, a pair of boots, and a white tank top and jacket. Em shut the car door and moved around to the hood and popped it. As a cloud of hot smoke hit her she started to cough and turned away. When it was clear she looked at the engine and glared down at it. She knew she needed a new one. She just didn't really have the MONEY for one right now. And she'd been hoping she had a couple more weeks before she'd need one. Damn. Obviously not.
Ember unzipped the jacket and tossed it back inside the car so she could work on the car without it getting dirty. She needed it working well enough she could get it to a damn mechanic and they could put in a new engine. While she started on it, she ignored the noises of other cars driving past her. It didn't make a difference to her if they saw her old car and her working on it. It was her life and she was happy with it the way it was. She didn't need pity, and being laughed at was nothing new to her. As she worked she mumbled to the car, "All you had to do was make it a couple of weeks. Thats all. That was obviously too much to ask from you."
Ember was talking to her car. It was making random noises and sputters and it was starting to worry her. It was an old Mustang. And she meant old. About 1960ish old. Frankly, it was a wonder it still ran. But it was starting to look like it was about to give up the ghost. And after all the work she'd done on it. She'd done everything possible to keep it running with the little money she had. being on her own, truly alone, meant she had no money except what she herself earned. And she was good at earning it. Working as a waitress in diners, playing her violin in parks, even working in a mechanical garage once. That had lasted about 2 months before she'd moved again. Being a mechanic is what had taught her how to fix her car. But looked like her efforts were about to be blown.
All Ember had been doing was heading to Brooklyn She was going there to get some more strings for her violin. They were starting to wear down. And there wasn't a music store, that sold instruments and things anyway, in Valkyrie. Thats all. But had luck been with her? No such way. Her luck sucked most days. Ugh. Sometimes she wondered why she even decided to live and then she'd think that, if she died, she'd never be able to find out just what she could do during life.
Finally Ember heard a loud BAM and the car started to slow down. She sighed and moved it to the side of the road. Damn thing. Once it had stopped she knocked her head against the steering wheel and then climbed out of the Mustang. Good thing she wasn't wearing anything pretty or whatever. A pair of ragged jeans that were tight but had holes in the knees, a pair of boots, and a white tank top and jacket. Em shut the car door and moved around to the hood and popped it. As a cloud of hot smoke hit her she started to cough and turned away. When it was clear she looked at the engine and glared down at it. She knew she needed a new one. She just didn't really have the MONEY for one right now. And she'd been hoping she had a couple more weeks before she'd need one. Damn. Obviously not.
Ember unzipped the jacket and tossed it back inside the car so she could work on the car without it getting dirty. She needed it working well enough she could get it to a damn mechanic and they could put in a new engine. While she started on it, she ignored the noises of other cars driving past her. It didn't make a difference to her if they saw her old car and her working on it. It was her life and she was happy with it the way it was. She didn't need pity, and being laughed at was nothing new to her. As she worked she mumbled to the car, "All you had to do was make it a couple of weeks. Thats all. That was obviously too much to ask from you."
