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 Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 11:37 pm
Ellie was familiar with the tactics that Ed Spectre used on potential customers at the used car lot. Of course she'd be familiar. She was his daughter after all! Anything and everything to get an extra buck or two.
it grated on the tomboy's nerves in all honesty.
Since she had suggested that a certain guy (Ricky if she was getting his first name right) come check out the lot for a "new preowned" vehicle, she felt somewhat responsible for if he got screwed over.
She wasn't exactly the overly punctual type when it came to this sort of thing, but Dad already knew that she was coming. A bit down the street one could hear the rev of her motor. It was only a matter of time before a yellow motorcycle rolled onto the lot, parking in the guest lot. The rider kept her helmet on, but began to look about the parking area for a familiar piece of crap vehicle.
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Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 6:06 pm
Like Ellie's motorcycle, it was easy to hear Ricky's old beat up truck coming down the street - especially with the driver's seat door rattling around in the bed - as it parked into a tight spot. The parking job wasn't the greatest, but Ricky wasn't the greatest driver. Or the greatest speaker. Or listener. Or thinker. Or a lot of things - including being a good haggler, but luckily Ellie would be there by his side for that. "Heya, Ellie!" his voice boomed - overly loud as ever - as he hopped out of his truck with his arms flailing for her attention. Today was an important day to him and he needed to be professional when dealing with Ellie's father, so he thought he should dress a little better than normal. He wore a white undershirt and camo shorts - but this time he doodled a logo onto his shirt with his pen. That made it look fancy. "Over here!" He hurried over to her with a light jog to his step and couldn't help but check out her bike just as much as he checked out her. "s**t, nice bike. I always wanted to get me one of those."
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 4:04 pm
The tomboy noted when someone started calling her name. Turning towards the source, she managed to find the poor vehicle and the stupid owner of said vehicle there to greet her. She walked up to him, still keeping her helmet on, and when he commented on her own vehicle, she flipped the visor of her helmet so she could give him a good long look. One that almost seemed to read "Don't get any crazy ideas."Hoping that she got her point across, she pushed the visor down and pulled off the helmet. One thing that was nice about her choice in hairstyle was that it was always messy. She didn't need to worry about how her hair looked after wearing that helmet, because it looked as crappy as before she even went riding. "F*ck yeah it's a nice bike! I fixed it up myself a while back... did th'paint an' everything too!" The paint job was fairly standard until the back panel where it was actually pastel rainbow. Tucking the helmet under her arm, she glanced towards the main office. "So... how long ya been waitin'?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 11:26 pm
LizzyMoo Tremendous apologie for the huge delay! "Not long at all, couldn'ta been more than a minute or two," Ricky shrugged as he continued to inspect the fine machinery in front of him. The bike, that is, not that he wasn't giving the occasional eye to Ellie as well. The rainbow paint job on the back panel wasn't exactly something he'd request on his own bike, if he were to ever get one, but he found it a bit endearing on Ellie's bike. "So yer dad knows we're comin to see him, right?" he asked. He had scraped together a little bit of cash to ready himself for the day, but he still wasn't positive he'd have enough. "I got all dressed up and everything." He pointed the logo he had doodled on his shirt, vaguely resembling a Ralph Lauren logo only clearly not at all the Ralph Lauren logo.
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Posted: Tue Sep 11, 2012 8:55 am
"Yeah... Dad knows we're 'ere t'find ya a new 'preowned' vehicle. However... we're not gonna see him right off..." She did crack a partial smile at what she considered a pathetic homemade attempt to "dress up," but she moved forward a bit, facing the lot itself. She knew well enough that the other salesmen and women wouldn't bother them. They knew anybody that Ed's kid brought to the lot was not fair game. It was one of those advantages of being known at the used car lot. "Let's take a look at some vehicles and get an idea what yer lookin' for... talk 'bout yer ballpark of prices again..." With a gesture from her free arm, the girl began to walk towards the lot, whether or not her companion decided to follow.
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Posted: Thu Sep 13, 2012 1:51 pm
"Well I had my mah send me my old collection of them devil Pokeman cards," Ricky admitted with a great deal of embarrassment. When he was a young boy, he had collected those Pokemon cards every time he left the creek to go to the local town. He just liked the pictures, and thinking he was doing something like the rest of the town kids were doing, as much as his mother feared the depictions of monsters and demons on the cards that may taint his mind. He didn't know anything else about Pokemon - not even that the franchise existed outside of the cards - until he came to Destiny City, and still only knows little. But what he did learn was that he could sell them for a large price. "I sold 'em all on them eBays online, got like two grand. Plus been gettin some nice summer tips for lawn mowin' so like..." He thought for a moment, counting on his fingers. "Little over two grand," he said, thinking that might not be enough. "Yer dad doesn't do any kinda payment plan does he?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2012 8:36 am
The Pocket Monsters had never really been something that Ellie had cared about growing up. Even though it was a gender neutral sort of fandom, she never really cared because she was already looking through Hank's fancy car magazines back then. So the mention of Pokemon cards didn't bring up any nostalgia for the girl. She merely shrugged in a disinterested manner. "I already talked t'my dad about any payment plans... but since this is a used car lot... ya might be able t'find somethin' reasonably priced. It ain't like buyin' a brand new car or anythin'..." She had already passed by a couple of cars, but based upon the partial vehicle that Ricky had been driving, she figured a small car wouldn't exactly be what he'd be looking for. She eventually stopped at a medium sized truck that was priced at 3995 dollars (with obnoxiously bright yellow and orange stickers). First thing she did was tap the glass where the stickers were set. "Never allow yerself t'pay what this number is. Always haggle t'get less... don't ever pay 'sticker price'... unless ya wanna be known as a sucker."
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 3:06 pm
"I don't reckon my hagglin' skills or whatever are that great, but I'll give it a shot I s'pose," Ricky shrugged. The giant, bright yellow and orange stickers with the stick price were memorable enough for him to remember what to do with them, at least. "And tha's good, I can use all the help I can get with them payment plans and all. I really wanna thank ya all yer help." He looked around the parking lot as he stretched - well, half stretching and half flexing - his torso and arms back. "So where's yer dad anyways?" he asked.
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 7:45 pm
In an easy manner, she spelled out something pretty simply for him. "If the price gets t'be higher than th'number on th'sticker... yer doin' yer hagglin' wrong!" She grinned, since she was pretty sure nobody would ever pay more than the price on the sticker in such a situation. The blonde would almost have paid to see something so hilarious happen. It would have seemed like something straight out of a cartoon show! She nodded at Ricky at his gratitude, but didn't really say anything specifically in regards to such a topic. She instead acknowledged the topic of her own father. "Yeah... that man can't stand it when I'm with a potential customer... says I'm bad fer business because I call out all the things wrong with th'cars. We've done this enough times t'know th'drill. If I specifically bring someone 'round... I just bring'em by his office once we figure things out on our own." She let out a hearty laugh before adding "I think he'd go bald if he stayed with us though... he'd be pullin' out so much of his own hair!" The girl wandered up to the truck itself and opened up the driver door, hitching herself up a bit so she could sit in the seat. Ellie began to fuss with the various mirrors, and as she fiddled with them, she asked casually "So... is this somethin' ya'd see yerself in... or lookin' fer somethin' bigger... smaller? Maybe somethin' less 'trucky' and more 'car-y'...?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 9:48 pm
"I dunno," Ricky said, getting into the seat on the opposite side. It was certainly comfortable and a helluva a lot nicer than his last truck - the beat up '93 Ford that should have been taken out to the pasture and killed long, long ago. He wasn't the most decisive person, mostly because he never knew much about what he was getting himself into. "I reckon we can see some others, but whaddya think?" Ricky smiled at Ellie. "Ya think you'd be interested in a guy driving a truck like this?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 21, 2012 10:11 pm
The rear view mirror was being fussed with and soon enough stopped as she saw something in the back. For a moment, her gold eyes were intensely inspecting the reflected image before she turned around, partially leaning over (into Ricky) and shoving her finger into a couple clean cuts in the back seat. "I think the sticker price is a bit high fer damaged seats... but... ya know... I guess if th'seats were the only thing damaged or messed up, I guess that would be a steal." She eventually pulled herself back to sitting into the driver's seat in a normal manner and readjusted the rearview into a relatively normal position. "However, I am pretty sure th'moment I look fer more stuff, I'd find plenty wrong with it. Like, detailing things, like paint job issues, possible dents that would need t'be 'banged out' and such... if I had th'keys, I could probably find even more wrong..." There was a reason why her dad didn't like her being present when he was trying to sell a vehicle. "I'd honestly gun fer $1000 less than sticker price... but knowin' my dad, he'd probably not go lower than $500 less..." She had given her honest assessment, and then Ricky went and asked something stupid like that. "...uh... probably not... t'be honest... I'm more of a small-and-speedy car style person." If he meant the question the way she thought he meant the question, he'd have a lot to learn about the mysterious creature known as Ellie Spectre.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 11:37 am
“Really? I always reckoned that girls like it bigger,” Ricky teased with a wink. On occasion, he could understand the idea of a metaphor. They were normally crude and sexual, but he understood them and could even come up with them. “Well, that’s a nice lil’ list of all the s**t wrong with this truck,” he smiled. “Good thing there’s others in the lot, huh? Put this one on the maybe list, I s’pose.” He opened the door and hopped out of the truck, stretching his arms out wide. “Maybe I can get a little sports car, y’know?” he asked. “Something small and speedy.” Was he being obvious? Probably. Did he think he was being obvious? Probably not. Was he thinking about how he’d fit a lawn mower and other gardening tools he needed for work into the back of a sports car? Pshaw, of course he wasn’t.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 10:15 pm
Sexual innuendo caught! Ellie lifted a brow before she commented "There's a sayin' that guys who get some vehicle that's big... are most times overcompensatin' fer a lack of somethin' in their pants." She smirked before adding in a teasing manner "I won't tell if ya want t'keep that as yer little secret though!" She had her fair share of guy friends, seeing as pretty much every person she truly labeled as a "friend" was a guy. She was used to harassing them almost ruthlessly about subjects that guys would be prone to talk about amongst their own sex. He eventually wandered out of the truck, which left the girl in the vehicle for a while longer. The blonde adjusted the mirrors one more time before eventually exiting herself. The blonde's golden eyes blinked the moment that Ricky spouted out the idea of him getting a sports car. The tomboy wasn't very good at filtering her thoughts from her mouth, so the very first thing she asked after such a suggestion was "...so why ya tryin' so hard t'impress a stranger?" Before he could answer, she had already started to move down the lot again, looking about at vehicles that were lined up. Obviously the answer to her question wasn't so important to her.
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 2:20 pm
"Hey now," Ricky said, his voice firm. He took great pride in his masculinity and was quick to temper when it was ever doubted, questioned or uh, minimized. He was far from furious, but became a bit defensive over what even he realized was a small joke. "There ain't a thing about me that's small." He quickly moved onto the next question, although Ellie was already walking away as he tried to give his answer. "Well, why we gotta still be strangers?" Ricky asked. "Maybe I jus' wanna get to know you better. Over dinner or something. Anythin' wrong with that?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 7:56 pm
The inquiry caused her to lift one of her her arms up, scratching at the back of her head awkwardly as she turned to face him. She didn't really look all that impressed with the request to going to dinner. "What's t'know 'bout me? I'm a chick that works in auto repair and has a father that's a used car salesman?" She shrugged her shoulders, before lowering her hand and pointing towards another truck, slightly smaller than the first one. "It's more of a chick truck... but it's cheaper by 'bout 500 dollars... and ya can still use it fer 'trucky' purposes.." Rather than remain on the side of the vehicle, she quite quickly climbed up and into the bed of the truck, standing in the back area and looking the area she was occupying. "...well, there's no car alarm on this one, apparently..." she said after jumping up and down a little in the back. "...dunno... are ya a car alarm sorta guy? If I were t'guess... that might be th'reason fer the price bein' where it's at... which isn't bad at all..."
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