all the fast girls wanna get money -- [PENN]

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Codi's palms collided with the dashboard as the brunette slammed herself back into the headrest, growling as she did so. "Fuck it all to hell," she shouted at the windshield, which was opaque with smoke that was billowing out from under the hood. She was broken down. Again.

When she'd left the barn this evening she'd had some trouble starting up the old blue truck, but she couldn't think of a time she hadn't had trouble turning the engine over. That wasn't a reliable indication that the truck was going to break down. Though she shouldn't be surprised, it put her into a fury every time. Her reconstructed Harley crotch rocket - which she had to sell after spending years finding parts and putting them together - never left her high and dry on the back roads of Texas. The hot back roads of Texas. She sat with her head pressed into the headrest of the drivers seat for awhile, her eyes closed and her lips pursed together. Breathe. 10 - 9 - 8 - fucking piece of shit - 7 - 6 - God damn it's hot - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - go. She took another calm, collected breathe and stepped out of the truck onto the road, peering into the emptiness in both directions before stepping out into the road and up towards the hood of the car.

Her temper was tamed long enough for her to undo the latch on the old, partially rusted hood. And then it exploded, just like the cloud of smoke she unleashed when she pushed that hood open. "You stupid piece of shit! Stupid. Fucking. Piece of shit."Codi's fists pounded the front bumper as she doubled over to try to peer through the smoke. It smelled like the entire interior of her truck was melting apart right in front of her. She pulled out her phone and dialed the nearest tow truck company, her fingers nearly shaking in anger as she punched in the numbers.

"Yeah, I need a tow truck." There was silence on the other end for a moment while Codi was on hold. "Excuse me, how much!? Do you fix it while you tow it? No? You're just going to PULL it behind a shitty truck for HOW MUCH MONEY!?" She sat in silence for a few moments and then clicked the phone off. How was she going to get home? She wasn't sure, but not only was she not willing - but she wasn't actually capable - of paying such an insane amount of money simply to have the truck towed. She had to have a couple bucks left over to actually get it fixed!

So she turned her back to the truck and leaned against the front grill, folding her arms over her chest as she waited for brilliance to come to her. That's when she heard an engine and relied or her sometimes-too-spontaneous instincts. With swift legs she leapt out, half into the road half by her truck and raised a careless arm into the air, waving it around the way a girl a car race might wave a flag.

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NOTES:[/color] o.O she's a bit of a cusser, plus she's quite pissed. so I apologize for a bit-o-vulgarity. sorry it's a bit on the short side. i'm running late to head out of town but i wanted to write this first.[/font][/left][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

[pennbarclay]

Penn had been at the barn, he insisted on caring for his own horses, even Dash, despite having the grooms in the racing barn say they’d handle it. Plus, he’d wanted to make sure his newest ride, a seven year old Dutch Warmblood mare named Lola, had arrived safely. She seemed no worse for wear from the long road trip across the country to get to Addison, and she’d settled in well, so he’d start her training tomorrow. He’d left when the sun was beginning to set, though the weather was still extremely hot, and it didn’t look like it was going to let up any time soon.

Driving along a wide stretch of road, in silence – a regular occurrence, he wasn’t the most talkative type – the blot on the horizon didn’t seem like much, until he got closer to it. The tell tale sign of smoke pointed it out as another breakdown, something that seemed to be a regular occurrence on this stretch of road, and in this weather. Not that he was complaining, gave him more work to do, and he enjoyed it. He liked working with cars, and bikes. Unlike having to deal with humans, they didn’t talk. And working with people...well, they insisted on conversation, and Penn was just rarely interested in that.

Sighing as a woman appeared from in front of the truck as he approached, waving at him to stop, he went past her a little, pulling up on the side of the road and hitting the brakes. Luckily for her, he’d decided not to use his motorbike today, opting for the truck he’d bought to tow his horse trailer when he needed to move the horses around, so he was equipped with the right tools, all sitting in the back. Throwing the pair of aviators he had been wearing on to the passenger’s seat, he got out, boots hitting the dry, dusty ground with a slight thud.

Grabbing an oily rag out of the back of the truck, hell, he wasn’t going to end up burning himself on a hot engine, he didn’t even really wait for her before walking to the open hood, peering in carefully, checking a few things and fiddling in silence for a few minutes, before crouching down, ducking his head down so he could see under the car, before straightening up again, finally turning to look at the owner of the car.

“Radiator’s cracked,” he said simply.

Tagged Codi
Words 409
Outfit coming soon!
Tunes Circle The Drain - Katy Perry
Notes Merh, wasn't that great, still half asleep, lol.

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Codi tried, with every tiny fiber of her being, not to rip spontaneously combust from the inside out. Who did this guy think he was? Rolling up, poking his head into her shitty little truck, and declaring that her radiator was cracked. The funny thing about cars is that you could love them, appreciate them and still have no idea how to fix them. While Codi could tell anyone who would listen where the parts had gone in her old Harley, she wouldn't have known how to fix anything if it had actually cracked. Cracked! How the hell does that happen anyway?

She leaned heavily into her left arm, planting her hand against the front of the truck to peer into the disaster that was the inner workings of the ancient little truck. It wasn't going to last long. That both made her angry and sort of terrified her. It wouldn't be long before she would be forced to but a new vehicle, and that wasn't going to be cheap at all. Codi took down a mental note to begin a full force job search just as soon as she figured out what to do with the truck. She took a deep breath.

"Well fuck," she said, just as simply as if she had said 'oh, splendid.' She pushed her sunglasses up onto her head so that she could take a better look, then crouched down to look underneath the car. Nothing down there looked right, all old and decrepit, but - until recently - all fully functional. Sorta. She stood up and dusted her hands off on her shorts, smudging them with the bit of grime her finger tips had collected from touching the car. Had she known him better, she may have spoken up and admitted that she couldn't tell right from wrong under there and she might as well have been reading a foreign language dictionary. But she didn't, so she didn't

Codi shifted uncomfortably. "So, uhm," She moved her weight from her left to her right and crossed her arms across her chest. "I guess I'll have to have it towed somewhere," she spoke almost more to herself than to him as she pulled her phone out of her pocket and laid her front teeth across her bottom lip. Damn. Codi was not at all good at swallowing her pride, and certainly wasn't looking forward to calling the towing company back and asking them to come out. Perhaps she could pretend to be someone else. Probably not. The New York undercurrent in her voice would undoubtably give her away. "Have any suggestions for a mechanic?" Asking him questions evoked a weird sort of feeling in Codi. Of course she was thankful to him for stopping and taking a look at her car. However, he was so quiet he was making her feel like a huge inconvenience and, quite frankly, he was coming off a good bit rude. But, my God, he was cute.

Codi tilted her head to the side, pulled her gold aviators from her hair and replaced them onto her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak, second guessed herself, and then finally made a sound. "And thanks, by the way, for stopping," She wanted to punch herself in the teeth. Thank you and sorry did not come easily. But she supposed she owed it to him, considering that she was clearly putting a damper on his day. With the back of her forearm, she wiped the sweat that was accumulating on her forehead. This was not how she had planned her afternoon.

TAGGIN': PENN
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SOUNDTRACK:[/color] NONE
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[pennbarclay]

Penn wiped his hands ‘clean’ on the rag, knowing full well that it wasn’t helping much, watching the woman peer into the engine of her truck as well, even crouching down to look under the car, mimicking his actions. He’d seen the look on her face when he had said that the radiator was cracked, a look he’d seen often enough that usually meant the owner of the car didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, or didn’t have the money to pay for repairs...or both. So, he preoccupied himself with his hands whilst he waited for her to say something more, never one to really initiate much conversation with complete strangers, friends had a more likely chance of getting something to come out of his mouth.

“Looks like it. It’s not going anywhere by itself in that condition,” he replied. Maybe, just maybe he’d offer to call a guy he knew with a tow, someone who frequently brought cars to the garage, since he didn’t charge nearly as much as the local company did. He could always offer to install that horrendous and essentially unnecessary sound system he’d been trying to con him into putting in his truck for a month now for him if he’d do it for free. Despite appearances, Penn would help someone out if they needed it...and if he was in a good mood at the time, which luckily for Codi, he wasn’t moody today...well, not at that moment anyways.

He winced slightly, wishing he’d left his own aviators on, the sun was at that point where it was at its brightest. “Well, that would be me,” Penn answered. He let out an inaudible sigh, he was really outdoing himself today. Stopping to help her, then offering himself as a mechanic...not usually how Penn usually acted, he just wasn’t sure if he was just in that good of a mood, or if he was just feeling generous today, it could have been any number of reasons, really. Usually he preferred to keep to himself.

Penn nodded. “It’s fine,” he said, watching her. Of course he had noticed that she was attractive, he might seem unobservant most of the time, but he really wasn’t. But, she seemed...interesting. Well, interesting by Penn’s standards, anyway. He didn’t really find himself interested in people that much, cars, motorbikes and horses, sure, but he just didn’t have great people skills, so he tended to half avoid them if he could.

“I can get you a tow, if you want,” he said, the sentence popping out of his mouth before he even really registered that he’d said it.

Tagged Codi
Words 439
Outfit coming soon!
Tunes Baby I'm Getting Better - Gyroscope
Notes Finally done, sorry, was so tired I just crashed last night, haha.

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It's not going anywhere by itself in that condition. Codi sighed heavily and crossed her arms tighter around her midsection. "Of course it's not.." she mumbled under her breath "I wouldn't be that lucky." She scuffed the toe of her shoe into the pavement and studied the divot it created before dashing a glance back to the haggard old truck. The vehicle had been running terribly, she should have taken the poor performance and strange noises as a sort of harbinger for this clusterfuck she now found herself in. If only she'd paid more attention instead of brushing it off as "just another noise her car makes," then she might have avoided this situation entirely. Alas, she hadn't done anything of the sort.

For being a generally unlucky girl in a wholly unlucky situation, she had to say she felt pretty favored considering that the first person to pass her would stop and turn out to be a mechanic. That sort of thing just doesn't happen. "That has to be the best news I've heard all day." Codi declare, breaking her knitted brow and concerned grimace into a small smile. She unfolded her hands and hitched her fingers together, wringing out her hands to let the blood flow back into them. She hadn't noticed how tightly she'd had her arms folded over her chest. It felt good to have them swinging freely by her sides again.

For a guy who seemed so withdrawn he was certainly pretty giving on this hot Texas afternoon. Sometimes you just couldn't predict how people would act. Maybe he'd had a good day thus far, maybe he was looking forward to a solid night of drinks or a good ride on his horse. Whatever put this guy in a good mood, she was thankful for it. If he hadn't pulled over she couldn't really guess where she'd be now. Up a... highway without a radiator, apparently. Likely, she'd be hiking down the highway in search of a ride or a gas station, which likely wouldn't be an easy find in this particular part of Addison. She made a mental note to try and drive on more populated roads from now on, until she could afford something to drive that was at least half way reliable.

"If you could, that'd be awesome," she responded, a little too vivaciously. She cleared her throat, "Either towing companies around here are vastly overpriced, or they take me as inept." Codi shook her head but cracked the slightest bit of an off-centered smile, shrugging her shoulders.

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SOUNDTRACK:[/color] ILL BE YOUR MAN // THE BLACK KEYS
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NOTES:[/color]i'm insanely sorry, i've been failing around here lately. :./ i'm back on the ball now tho.[/font][/left][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]

[pennbarclay]

“I mean, you could try, but then you’d just end up fucking up your entire engine and you’d need a whole new one,” Penn said, tones matter-of-fact, and shrugging slightly. He couldn’t count the amount of times people had tried to run their car with a cracked radiator, even if you stopped and filled it back up with water every couple of minutes, it overheated and would completely kill the engine, leaving the owner pissed off and having to pay for an entire new gut for their car. Well, that was probably the longest sentence he’d spat out since he had stopped to help her. An impressive feat for him, indeed.

She seemed elated at the news that he was a mechanic, she was probably lucky that it had been him who stopped to help her. At least he could actually do something about it, rather than some amateur who would just attempt to jump start the thing. That is, if anyone had even came by in the next few hours. He himself usually took that road, especially when he was riding home, mostly due to the lack of traffic, and the road was reasonably smooth because not many people used it, since it was really the longer route back to town.

"Either towing companies around here are vastly overpriced, or they take me as inept," she said, and he couldn’t help but let out an almost inaudible snort of laughter. “Probably both,” he said. She didn’t sound like she was from Addison, for one, so the companies were probably trying to take advantage of that, probably figuring her for a tourist with no other way of transport unless they had their broken down car towed. Even for residents, they were usually overpriced anyways. Pulling his cell from his pocket, he walked a few paces away, dialling a number, silence, then began speaking in low tones to the person on the other side of the line. A few minutes later, and the call ended, returning his phone to his pocket, he turned back to Codi, rubbing the back of his neck slightly.

“Tow’s sorted,” he stated. The tow guy wasn’t likely to forget about the favour Penn offered him, unfortunately. There was another load of work he didn’t particularly feel like doing...well, not for him anyways, and definitely not for the man for free. Guess someone had to take the bullet for this one, however.

He sighed, hiding a grimace as he wondered what had got into him that evening. “If you wanted a lift...well, I wouldn’t want to leave you...or anyone...with the tow guy,” he said, letting the sentence imply that he would give her a lift, without having to say it out loud.

Tagged Codi
Words 455
Outfit coming soon!
Tunes Are You In? - Incubus
Notes It's okay, I understand. Work makes me crash every night, pretty much, so sorry if it takes me a day or two to get a reply to you, have been trying to spit out whole posts before I fall asleep every night, lol.

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