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 Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 8:38 pm
Sydney frowned, torn between mischievously agreeing with Paris’ plans and righteously opposing the brilliant yet dastardly idea. “Maybe. Movies always tend to have rich pricks,” she noted in an attempt to avoid possible confrontation. She could picture it in her mind, the green-haired boy demanding that she stop the car and furiously stomping out into the streets. Not like it seemed very Paris-like to quarrel over something so petty, but the thought of being alone in a hijacked car was depressing. Loneliness was so, so depressing and so, so nerve-wrecking.
“Yeah, I bet you racked up tons of experience,” she agreed with a soft grin, but bubbled out into a loud burst of laughter. “Beautiful! I’d love to see that!” she howled. Her steady control on the wheels faltered and the car began to careen out of its lane. Luckily, she quickly spun the vehicle back into its proper lane before nearby drivers could honk at her. “Oops. Close call!” Sydney chirped, voice strained into a high pitch and eyes tensely glued back to the road.
“Why don’t we park this baby sometime soon, ya? Maybe show you how to hotwire?” she nervously suggested.
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 1:19 pm
While it wouldn't be against his nature to stomp off in an over-dramatic huff, he didn't think he was in the mood for it right now, especially since that would mean going off on his own again and trying to find some way to pass the time. He'd already grown bored with aimless wandering and trying to think up something to do by himself. Sydney had two things going against her -- she wasn't a man and apparently a bit too merciful toward people who might not deserve it -- but being with her beat being alone, she was generally fun company, and truly one of the only things he missed about Meadowview. At least she was a good laugh.
He could do without nearly dying, though.
He scrambled for something to hold onto when the car was jerked out of the lane it had drifted in to, his heart beat increasing just a little bit at the close call. He almost cursed but held the reaction back, clamping his mouth shut and forcing himself into silence instead. 'Do not be mean and vicious to one of the few people who actually like you, Paris,' he told himself. He tried showing her a weak smile instead, though inwardly he began to worry about his safety.
"What? Oh, yeah. Let's do that," he agreed with her suggestion. Parking and getting out would decrease the chance of any other close calls, and he truly was interested in learning how she was able to do this. "Not like I drive, though, but it'd be nifty to teach someone else if I happened across a hot guy or something and wanted him to tote me around. Ideally, he'd have his own car, but you know how some guys are."
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 2:29 pm
Sydney wasn’t a man, but at least her behavior resembled that of a little boy? Although, that didn’t seem like a better alternative. Children could be a hassle to work with, which is probably why the redhead got along with them just fine—she was tuned to their hyper, naïve wavelengths.
But she could definitely agree that not dying would be good.
Her eyebrows furrowed at the thought. Death. Death. Death. The concept brought chills down her spine. Subconsciously she leaned forward and defensively hunched her shoulders. She could just hear her mother’s reproving voice echoing in her thoughts. Honey, what were you thinking? You have to pay attention to the road at all times! Driving’s dangerous. Hey—don’t drive so fast, you’ll get into an accident! It was dripping with sincere concern and it was like her mother was right next to her.
She nervously bit down on her lip and found an empty parking lot near a restaurant, lights turned off and closed for the day. The car, now eased to a safer speed, pulled into the lot and hurriedly slipped out of the car in an attempt to escape the voice of her dead mother. Hallucinating was not good. Hallucinating was not good at all.
“Yeah. Some guys. Haha,” Sydney weakly replied as she popped open the hood. Once Paris joined her she quickly reached over to pull away the red wire. “You wanna take the red wire and connect to the battery, ya?” she briefly explained, pointing to the structure the wire had just been connected to. She went on explaining in the briefest, simplest terms possible. “Careful of getting electric shocks though, ya?”
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 12:24 pm
Part of why Paris could tolerate her probably was the face that she acted like a boy. He got along much better with tomboys than girly girls, despite being rather girly himself. He supposed it was a bit hypocritical to hate on stereotypical girls when he could pass off for one in both looks and behavior, but it was a thought he quickly dismissed as unimportant. The world was full of hypocrites. If he was one, then he was one of many.
Relieved to be under safer circumstances, Paris climbed out of the car when Sydney parked it, noting her slight change in behavior but choosing not to comment on it. He didn't know if it was something he'd done or said that had caused the shift or if her mood had changed without his influence. Whatever it was, he decided that not making a big deal of it would be the best option at the moment.
"I'm not going to get my clothes dirty, am I?" he asked as he approached the car, peering under the hood to see what she was talking about. He'd rather not get grease stains all over his skirt. "I have no idea what any of these parts are," he said, but he took the red cable from her anyway, connecting it where she'd told him to and hoping he did it right.
He did jump back a little bit when she warned for electric shocks. "It's not going to kill me if it shocks me, is it? I'd rather not die that way, thanks."
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 1:27 pm
Sydney did not mind hypocrisy. She did not mind a lot of things, actually. As long as she was happy and her friends were happy, she did not mind contradictions. She was probably a ball of hypocrisy, too.
“Ehhh. Probably not,” Sydney replied unconvincingly as she attempted to surreptitiously wipe away the black smears on her fingers onto her pants. Lucky for Paris he connected it in the right place and even better, did not suffer from any electric shocks. Yet. “Not going to kill you, no, but a check-up from your doctor might be necessary.” She was reminded of the detective show she recently watched, where a man had accidentally electrocuted himself while connecting a plug and died a few hours later. Creepy.
“And make sure the wire is on the battery’s positive side, ya? It’s what gets the car starting.” She pointed to another structure near the battery. “That’s the starter solenoid.” Trust Sydney to start using car words. “It has a wire, and you cross it with the red wire.” Warily she glanced inside the car, unsure if she actually wanted to get back inside it or not. “Then you break the steering wheel, which I lovingly did for you already.” She childishly stuck her tongue out at Paris, grinning.
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 8:56 pm
Paris most certainly did not miss Sydney wiping her hands, but he didn't mention it; he was just extra careful not to touch anything he didn't need to, and he made sure not to lean too close lest he get anything on his clothes. He definitely wasn't made for these sorts of macho things. Cars were completely beyond him.
He stared in confusion when Sydney began pulling out auto terms, having no idea what a solenoid was or even what it was supposed to do. And her claims that he wouldn't die weren't very convincing at all. He was tempted to stop in his tracks and back away. As crappy as life was sometimes, he wasn't ready for death, and death by car would not be his preferred way to go.
"Break the wheel?" he asked, feeling his head spin from the information. He didn't bother to hide how confused he was. "Sydney, I have no idea what any of this even means."
The irony of the situation was not lost to him. Here Sydney was, a girl (admittedly, a tomboyish girl) teaching him, a boy (granted, a very girly boy) about cars. It would have been funny if he knew a thing or two about what she was talking about.
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 10:56 pm
“Because you know that the wheel won’t move until you put the key in the ignition, right? Haven’t you ever tried to drive a car when you were a little kid?” Sydney answered with a confused pout. God knew she had attempted that too many times. She deeply frowned at Paris’ proclamation. Why did he have to be so clueless about cars?! She mentally sighed. She could work with it, hopefully. “Just remember those terms and tell your boy what I said, ya? Hopefully he’ll know enough about cars to figure it out.” The gangly girl did not look very convinced, but it would have to do.
“Well, you could also bother to google up how to hotwire a car, but I’m sure you don’t give enough of a damn to do that.” Sydney shrugged, slightly turning away from Paris as she placed her hands behind her head. “Otherwise, that’s all I can tell ya.”
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Posted: Sat Dec 25, 2010 8:25 am
"No, I can't say I have," he replied. "I spent most of my kid years sneaking into my mom's closet and trying on her shoes, not breaking into my dad's car." He'd developed his interests rather young. They hadn't changed much since then. Cars were just one of those things he'd never bothered to learn about. He hadn't seen much of a point in it before when he could walk or bus it everywhere.
He paid attention regardless, or as much as he was able to without really understanding. He thought he might be able to do it again, or at least tell someone how. If not, he'd just go back to his old ways. It wasn't like he was going to be hot-wiring cars left and right now. He couldn't have too much of a good thing or it would get old fast.
"Thanks, I guess," he said when they were done. "So that it, then? Just close the hood and walk away?" And imagine to look on the guy's face when he finally found it, he supposed. "You think it'd be too much to leave him a note?" he asked, amused. "'Thanks for the good time. Love and kisses' or something like that."
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 11:20 am
She frowned, disappointed that she had failed to bridge a connection with Paris. Sydney could have sworn that all kids attempted to drive their parents’ car at least once, girl or boy. It seemed that she was wrong. “Eh. Now you know that steering wheels don’t freely move unless you put the key in the ignition. Or you break the wheel. Either method works.”
“Unless you were expecting some dramatic sparks or explosions to occur, ya, I guess,” Sydney confirmed with a shrug. She puckered her lips as she began to ponder the idea of leaving behind a note. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she slyly asked, “Got some lipstick on ya right now?”
She grinned like a fox as she crossed her arms and briefly looked at the front window before expectantly staring at Paris. While she was the type of girl who had yet to try make-up of any kind—chapstick hardly counted—Sydney was confident that Paris would have a tube of the odd thing lying around somewhere on his person. Besides, if he didn’t it would be a real let down. By now he should have caught onto her brilliant idea.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 12:17 pm
If all kids tried to drive their parents' car, then he was the odd one out. Aside from the fact that things like that hadn't interested him, there was also the fact that his dad probably would have smacked him for it, and smacked him hard. As a child, he'd done everything he could to avoid that possibility.
Paris briefly wondered why Sydney would wonder if he had a tube of lipstick. He realized her meaning relatively quickly, looking from Sydney to the front window and back again. He grinned widely and began digging through his purse. "Are you kidding? Look who you're talking to, Syd. Of course I do." He laughed, nearly cackling to himself, and produced not one, but two tubes of bright red lipstick. "This good enough?"
He handed one to her, keeping the other for himself. He pulled the cap off and approached the car to write, neatly scrawling across the front windshield: 'Thanks for the ride. Have fun in Paris. À Bientôt!' He finished it off by pressing his mouth to the windshield near his message, leaving a kiss shaped mark. It probably wasn't very sanitary, but there was no way he could just walk away without doing it.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 3:13 pm
“Perrrrfect,” she giddily answered. An excited Sydney crowded around the front car to watch Paris write a message in his neat writing on the windshield. Well, his writing was tons better than her messy scribbling, at least. He added a kiss mark for flair and she burst into a fit of laughter. “Paris, that is just so you!”
Hyper, she continuously mumbled ‘My turn! My turn!” as she took the lipstick from Paris and scrawled a small message of her own: somebody here just got owned. Afterwards Sydney drew a carefully-done awesome face next to her note. Trust the joker to add in some lulz for her own amusement. She leaned back to admire their handy work, offering Paris his lipstick back, though she wasn’t sure if it was sanitary enough to use. “Our work here. It is done.”
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 11:40 pm
Paris had to agree. He stood back to admire it with Sydney. The writing on the windshield was truly a nice touch. He almost wished they could stick around long enough for the owner to find it, but that could take quite a while, and would be much too risky. They'd done well not to get caught so far; he didn't want to screw their good fortune up by hanging around the scene of the crime.
He placed the lipstick back into his purse once they were done using it, though he intended to get rid of it once he returned home. He wasn't going to use it now, not after using it on the car. No matter. He'd just buy more. It wasn't like he didn't already have an extensive collection both in his dorm-room, and in his room at his house.
"I think we accomplished a lot today," he said, still marveling over their handy work. Time well spent, indeed. He turned to grin at the taller girl. "Sydney, you and I make a fabulous team."
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