Sometimes Old is.. Vintage

[Doc]

"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"

February 13, 2014

Doc: Doc had been reminded by his cell phone that it was time to shop for Valentine's Day. Not because he had made a note to himself, no. But rather he had discovered Aps. And one fo the Aps he discovered swore that he 'would never forget a date again'. So he downloaded and gave it a try. Sure enough his phone reminded him, to order flowers, and get a card, lest he be in the doghouse for eternity. Which is how he found himself parking outside a jewelry store in the boutique area. He exited the Mustang, grabbed his over coat and locked it tight..

Kenlie: The air in the store was... stuffy. The pollen dust and sickly sweet aromas of every flower were overpowering, and she found herself reaching up to plug her nose every so often just to get a little relief. There were droopy purple flowers, and there were teeny little orange flowers. White flowers and pink flowers that were shaped like puffy cotton balls. The arrangements seemed endless, and she had no god damn idea where to start. What did you get for a girl that you drunkenly slept with, who also happened to be your best friend? The gray sleeve of her Harper Rock West Saints hoodie came up to cover the lower half of her face as she sneezed, not just once or twice, but a record five times in a row. "Jesus Christ on a ******* stick," she mumbled beneath her breath. Kenlie drew herself away from the flowers and arrived in front of the front window, where there were an array of chocolate boxes. Heart-shaped seemed to be the fad. Before she could even begin to consider the options, the sweet, low purr of a beautiful engine caught her ear and she found herself looking up. Chocolate brown eyes peered through the glass and did a double-take at the candy apple red Mustang. She'd seen it in pictures, and Dom had gushed about her lost love so many times that it felt like she'd been inside of it a few times herself. Pink, glossed lips twitched as she watched the gentleman step out of the car. Her mind was no longer on candy and flowers.

Doc: Doc looked at the flower store then the jewelry store. He decided he would take care of the flowers first. After all there were multiple women he needed to get flowers for. He knew how he was, he was a ******* asshole. Flowers for some women went a long ways in saying, ‘give the ******** a second chance’, and he was all about keeping the females happy and off his ***. Diverting from his original plan for jewelry first, he headed to the flower store. It should be easy. He mentally counted how many females, and decided he would bite the bullet and do roses all around. It would be easy. He would just be careful, to make sure the flowers he sent to everyone but the Psycho Ball-n-Chain would be white. Maybe pink.. for the Spawn. He unconsciously adjusted his tie as he headed for the door, and then pulled it open. The opening of the door caused an annoying little bell to ring, alerting staff a customer had arrived. Normally he would find that obnoxious, but today, when he had a plan in place, he welcomed it. The shop seemed mostly empty save one other customer, he smiled ever so slightly. This was easier than he thought possible.

Kenlie: 'Don't be silly, Kenz. A lot of people have red Mustangs. That exact color. Mustangs are popular.' She thought to herself as her eyes, once more, fell from the male and to the body of that car. Her eyes caressed it, the way that it shined under even the barest hint of light. Her Barracuda paled in comparison, even if it was her baby. The 'ding' of the bell above the shop door drew her from her thoughts, and her head snapped left to gaze at the male as he walked in. With a tip of her head, she gestured to the outside. "Beautiful car," she told him casually, just as she reached out to grab a red, heart-shaped box of assorted chocolates. 'Bitches love chocolate', she thought.

Doc: Doc who had given the other customer a mere cursory glance, turned his gaze back toward them, noting a young attractive woman, his smile widening ever so slightly. “Thank you.. she is a beauty.” His gaze registered her eyes. He had a thing about eyes. Especially a female’s eyes. Someone had once said that ‘eyes were the window to your soul’, and he could see why that phrase was so popular. She had deep brown eyes that made him want to know what mysteries lay hidden behind them. He wanted to stare at them longer; but he forced himself to break his gaze. He had a plan, and she was not part of it. And the last time he got drawn in by a pair of beseeching eyes.. it ended with his ******* house exploding. Reluctantly he made his way to the counter, where he got the immediate attention of the girl at the that register. “Yes. I need ten bouquets of flowers. All ten, should be a dozen roses. Nine should be white, the tenth one pink.”

Kenlie: When she lifted her head again, she caught the male looking at her. She met his intense stare with her own; filled with the remnants of loss, survival and a life that was being well lived. The way he held that look for longer than was normally acceptable didn't offend her in the least. There was almost a challenge in her eyes, and the beginnings of a smirk began to twitch along her lips. Then he was looking away. She turned back to the chocolates and lightly sniffled, the flowers in the room having irritated her sinuses. Deciding that the box she'd plucked out of the rows was good enough, she stepped up behind the stranger to wait in line for her turn. After a long, awkward silence that came following his order of roses, she spoke up with a question. "How long've you had her? Looks like you put in a lot of work. Or money."

Doc: Doc glanced over his shoulder at her, he looked at her a little longer than necessary before replying. One might think he was using the time to think up a good story, one to impress a young attractive female, but the fact of the matter was, his thoughts were more of a carnal nature. “I’ve not had her long at all really. And I also cannot claim any restoration work.” He turn back to the girl at the counter and slide over his card for payment. Once it was securely back in his possession he looked back at her and expounded. “It was in the police impound lot. Listed as stolen property. But records showed the original owner was deceased. So I picked it up when it was auctioned off .. back in the fall.”

[Kenlie (DELETED 4989)]

"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"

Kenlie: She listened closely to his story, which she took for complete and utter truth. Kenlie really had no reason not to believe him, after all; he was a stranger. Fortunately, or unfortunately (she wasn't sure), pieces of the story seemed to... fit with the tale of Dom's old car. With the short, trimmed nail of her middle finger, Kenlie scratched at a spot on her cheek and nodded slowly. "You got real lucky, then. Congrats on the baby." The girl offered him a polite smile as she dug a hand into the large pocket of her hoodie. After extracting her leather wallet, she unfolded it and fished out a twenty dollar bill and a ten. If the chocolates and flowers were any more than that, she'd probably tell the lady to shove them where the sun don't shine. "So, roses. Women like those? They aren't.. cliche, or anything," she asked him.

Doc: Doc signed the receipt and turned to face her fully. “Honestly.. probably.” He grinned crookedly, “But I would rather err on the side of.. ‘damn he’s so cliche’ than ‘cheap *** ******..’ Right?” His grin turned into a knowing smirk. “I know what my odds are.. and they aren’t good. So if cliche works.. I will embrace and be cliche.” He slides the card back into his wallet, and tucks his wallet safely away. He winks at her, as he says, “Besides.. they are for co-workers, not romantic interests. I like to up the game for the rest of the guys at the office..” He leans in a little closer to whisper, “Jewelry is usually the way to a woman’s heart.. but I think.. for you.. it’s to take spin in ..Baby..”

Kenlie: Kenlie couldn't help but laugh a little at his confession. "It's the thought that counts," she teased him, taking a step forward to greet the other female at the other side of the counter. "Just these," she told her, sliding the chocolates over the surface. She laid down the ten and dug out a few dimes for the change as she stuffed that twenty back inside her wallet. The drop in the man's voice left her pausing for a second or two, before she gently dropped two coins onto the counter. As the clerk placed the chocolates in a small bag, Kenlie turned around to face him. This time, that mischievous smirk fully tilted her lips up on one side, crinkling the edges of her mouth and flashing a hint of white teeth. "Only one way to find
out, I guess."

Doc: Doc’s eyes flicker at her answer. There were ten ready reasons, why he should just turn and walk away now. Twelve if he counted the ambiguous two. But she had hit upon his fatal flaw, a female that dared him. Even if it wasn’t a threatening dare or an angry dare that was usually the case. This was a ‘lets see what happens dare’, and he was hooked. Yes, the logical side of his brain screamed at him to ‘just ******* walk away’, but that curious and devilish side, hinted, ‘Do it, see where it goes.. what is the worst that could happen?’ He pulled the keys out of his pocket and headed to the door, and held it open for her, ever the gentleman. “Ladies first..”

Kenlie: Kenlie reached to her side to grab the plastic bag with her chocolates inside. Her arm fell limply to her side as she palmed at her own car keys with the opposite hand, fingertips toying with the trinkets that dangled from the ring. A Mickey Mouse figurine, courtesy of Dom, alongside a bottle opener and a miniature mace. Inhaling, she glanced from the man, to her own car, and then to 'Baby'. As long as he brought her back here, all was good. Without another word, she followed him and then slid herself through the door as it was opened for her, smiling and nodding in thanks. Once again, her eyes were glued to that car. Her fingertips burned with the temptation to touch it, but she merely curled her fingers into her palm instead. Touch a man's car and you may as well be painting it hot pink. "What year is she?" she asked, hovering near the passenger door so she could bend over and take a peek through the window.

Doc: "1968.. " He walked with her back towards the Mustang, "I really should do some research on her. I am ashamed to say, she was an impulse buy. I saw her, I had to have her. And I did.. " He smiled as his voice took on a hint of nostalgic memory. The smile might make someone think it was a much more meaningful event, than merely buying a car at an auction. Upon reaching the car, he unlocked the driver side door, and opened it for her. "You may have to adjust the seat." He would wait until he was in the passenger seat before he gave her the leys.

Kenlie: When she realized that he was opening his door for her, she froze. Her eyes didn't leave the driver's seat for a long minute, and when they did she stared up at him with her mouth slightly agape. "You want me to drive your car? I mean, I'm flattered, but..." She laughed, the sound rough around the edges; husky, yet feminine. "What if I scratched it? ****, what if I'm some total nutjob?" Her eyes twinkled as she crossed her arms, grinning at him. "You're either insane or you're really looking to impress." But damn, was it tempting. Before he would have the chance to reply, she plopped down into the seat - and realized that her feet were way too far from the pedals. Leaning over, she patted beneath the seat for the adjustment lever.

Doc: His inner voice, the voice of sanity, was urging him 'She's not going to go with you.. shut the door..walk away', and as though he had finally decided to obey sanity, the dark eyes took on a gleefully impish twinkle. She slid into the seat and immediately set about adjusting the seat, instinctively knowing where to look for the lever. Doc lifted an amused eyebrow, it seemed she too had her inner demons that told her to throw caution to the wind. He moved around to the passenger side of the car, and let himself in. Only after he was seated and had the lap belt buckled, did he dangle the keys from his hand, "I do think that I should at least.. get a name.. first?"

Kenlie: Kenlie slid the seat forward with a few jerks of her hips, then let it click into place. That's better, she thought, as she placed her right foot on the brake. When she heard the pretty jingle of the keys beside her, she looked over and slowly reached out to take them from his grasp. A name that she didn't even have to think of immediately came to her lips. "Carmen." It was a half truth, really. Kenlie Rae Carmen Santos was the whole thing -- but never would she tell a stranger that. "Carmen" flashed the man a sunny smile as she buckled in and adjusted the trap of the belt. "Yours?"

Doc: “Charles.” He said as he relinquished his grasp on the keys. She didn’t look like his idea of a Carmen, but it was conceivable. His gut told him she was lying, except for the fact, the answer came so readily. He stared at her mouth for a moment. It was full, well formed, and so very expressive. Was she the type to tell a guy what she ‘thought’ he wanted to hear? His gaze moved to her eyes, there were secrets behind those eyes, but she knew how to have fun. He could sense that. He didn’t know how he knew, but he did. He figured he was in for one hell of a ride. And he would have to be quite careful around her, because the twinkle in her eyes was infectious.

[Doc]

"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"


Kenlie: "Charles," she repeated, testing the way the name felt on her tongue. She watched him for a moment, her eyes briefly calculating, before she turned and slid the key into the ignition. With her left foot on the clutch, her right on the brake, she turned the key until she heard that delicious purr, the body rumbling to life around her. Her breath hitched lightly in her throat, and were it not for the way that her fingers suddenly tightened around the steering wheel they would have been shaking. Unlike someone else she knew, she wasn't so used to driving someone else's car. Especially not with them watching her. 'Deep breath,' she told herself, and exhaled slowly. The girl turned her head slightly to glance at him out of the corner of her eye. "Last chance to take back the wheel. Final answer?"

Doc: Doc snorted a half derisive and half amused snort. “Oh.. Like that ‘wouldn’t make me the biggest ******* dick ever?” He watched her. The heightened color, the almost breathless husky quality to her voice. The way her hands caressed the wheel. She was making love to the ******* car, right in front of him. He shook his head slightly in denial, that he didn’t need the keys back. This type of reaction from a female.. hell there was ******* hope for that half of the species. “I am ready for a good ride.” He said it in an amused tone, the voice of reason told him he was making a mistake, but the look on her face, this girl he didn’t even know.. would make it worth it. But why? He couldn’t explain. He made his decision, and for good or bad, come what may, he would no regrets. “Thrill me, Carmen..”

Kenlie: "Biggest dick?..." She trailed off, her eyes rolling upward in playful thought. "Probably not." She flashed a grin, before her lower lip was sucked between her teeth and bitten. Her hands did caress the steering wheel then, feeling the leather beneath her touch as she let the car warm up a little. When Charles spoke up again, however... She couldn't help but hear something entirely sexual in his words. 'God damn.' Flicking her tongue over pink lips, she placed her hand on the gear shift and put it into reverse so she could back out. "Then I'll just have to do my best," she whispered, her voice barely above the volume of the engine.

Doc: Doc smirked at her look, and again shook his head in amusement, as common sense tried to reign him in before all was lost. It was no use though. In for a penny, in for a pound. Doc was ready to ride this train, and all he asked was for it to be memorable. He relaxed back in his passenger seat, and he linked his fingers lightly in his lap. He knew what this car had to offer, the torque was enough that unless she knew what she was doing, she could lose in the first curve or turn she took. He was on his third tires. The torque was perfect for drifting. And Doc did it every chance he got. ***** of the matter was, that it could ruin a set of tires in no time. Flat spotting the tires, if you didn’t get the drift perfect, was a given. He had a feeling, he would, at the ‘very’ least, be purchasing yet another set of tires soon.

“Don’t hold back because me, Darlin'..Push it if you want to push it..” He wasn’t even remotely concerned. Alright, part of it was that fact, it was Minx car and not his; and the other part was, She was orgasmic in her reactions to the car. It was joy to just watch her, acting and reacting
to the other cars on the road. He glanced out the windshield, but that bland in comparison to watching her become one with the car. ****, he was starting to get aroused. He rolled his shoulders. Now the voice reason was hitting a crescendo that he couldn’t ignore.. or could he. He pushed back into the seat. His hands were no longer linked in passive observance. Now the right elbow was braced slightly on the door arm rest, while his left, now rested on the back of the driver side seat.

Kenlie: The beginnings of a grin formed even as she held that bottom lip down with her teeth, hard enough to indent the flesh. That expression was half childish, half devilish. She loved this feeling -- feeling alive. Her mouth parted halfway so she could take a deep breath and let it pass back out through rounded lips. Again, she pressed down on the clutch to shift it into a higher gear as she allowed her right foot to sink further down, towards the floor. Her hand, inked with and 'L O V E' on each digit, tightened around the wheel, thumb pad brushing back and forth over the leather. The white and yellow lines in the road moved past them so fast that she only saw a blur of colors blending together with the black asphalt beneath them. Her heart was pounding in her chest, so hard that she felt its warm pulsations in her gut.

Doc: Doc could see that the excitement of the drive and the Mustang itself was giving her a heady almost drunk feeling. He knew disaster loomed ahead, and he knew he should tell her to slow down. But in this moment, at this precise time, he remembered what it was like to be human and alive. To feel that thrill, that adrenaline rush, when you walked that line between life and death. He couldn’t die from a car accident. He might have to spend some time in the Shadow Realm, which he would ******* hate, but to feel the feelings he had not felt in over a year… good judgement went right out of the window. She was an adult, she was driving. She ******* wrecked.. it was her *** on the line not his. Doc turned his attention to the road ahead. No other cars in the immediate vicinity, but there was a dogleg turn coming up, and it was coming up fast. It was only right to warn her, “Dogleg to the left coming up…”

\Kenlie: When she saw the curve that he was talking about, Kenlie's breath hitched. She trapped it in her lungs, holding it as she slowly let her foot up from the gas, little by little. She barely got down to going sixty when they hit the turn, but somehow, with faked expertise and a little luck, she managed to glide around that curve. The outer tires barely grazed the edge of the road before she was righting the car, a little too hard. They jerked, and it took her a few seconds to get a handle on the steering, her hand on the gear shift trembling. When they were in the clear, so she thought, she exhaled the air she'd been holding in the entire time with a shocked, nervous laugh. "****."

Doc: That panicked gasp along with the nervous ‘****’, made Doc grin openly. He caught it, quickly enough he hoped, so that she didn’t see the fangs. “Damn..” there was no hint of anger or frustration in his voice at it. In fact is was light, and amused, “I haven’t had this much fun in months.” His left hand which was still along the back of the driver’s seat thumped her head from behind. “Don’t ******* stop now.. we’ve barely gone 5 kilometers.. A test drive is at least 20.. go for it.”

[Kenlie (DELETED 4989)]

"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"


Kenlie: Kenlie peeled her eyes away from the road long enough to stare at him openly, her eyes twinkling, grin plastered across her lips. "Yeah?" She shook her head in somewhat disbelief as she shifted gears, again. This time she picked up speed, but not quite as much as she had before. Eighty, maybe. She was sure this baby could push over 100. Her shoulders relaxed some, and once they were at a steady speed, she pointed to the radio. "Why don't you turn that on? Pick something..." She paused in thought, and licked her lips. "You know. Sexy enough to do this car justice." Her fingers gripped the stick again so he could shift as her toes pressed down on the clutch, just in time. The delectable purr that the engine gave her in response was enough to make her make a noise, but it barely even left her throat. "Do we have a destination, Charles?" she asked him, eyes on the road, his name heavy on her lips.

Doc: “Wherever the moods dictates that you take us..” He hadn’t lied. He was genuinely enjoying himself. His mood was light, and carefree. A feeling that he had honestly not felt in years. “There are mountain roads to the northwest.” Mountain roads were notorious for switchback and hairpin turns. If she chose not to head the direction it was cool, “Open straight-aways to the west..” He turned on the FM radio, something he had not done since had obtained it. The Red Hot Chili Peppers erupted with “Love Rollercoaster” as soon as the button was pushed. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Koxa2fsoqyM) It took Doc a couple of seconds to recognize it. “damn.. I haven’t heard this in years.. always liked this song…” Of course he was talking about the original by the Ohio Players, but this version was passable.

Kenlie: She was quiet for a few moments after he spoke, her wheels turning. The distant look in her eyes made it obvious that she was going over a list of places in her mind, and when she finally thought of one that was perfect, she smirked. "I know where we'll go." Her foot pushed harder on the gas, with a purpose. When the song came on, she couldn't help but light up with laughter, her head tipping back against the seat. "Oh, man. The original's better, but this..." The hair that fell fell down to her upper back bounced as she shook her head. "Brings back memories. My eighteenth birthday. Karaoke night." She grinned out at the road and tapped her fingers against the wheel. They were coming up on a turn, and she down-shifted for it. The turn was going to be easy, effortless.

Doc: Doc’s smirk was rueful. She recognized ‘this’ version, but he had been talking about the original version all along. He wasn’t stupid enough to mention that to her. He just went with it. He knew he was old as ****. He forced himself not to think about her eighteenth birthday. Mostly because he knew what he did on his. **** why did he do this to himself? It always ended in disappointment. Yet he could not see to help himself, when some adorably attractive female turned their bright eyes his way. No. That wasn’t exactly true. There were some females he had no trouble what so ever to give the brush off. He had actually charted it, ranked it and graphed it, but still he could not figure out what it ‘was’ about some women that brought out his ‘protective’ and/or ‘I need to dominate her’ desires. The same could be true of doctors that were too close emotionally to their patients. Doctors did not want to give bad news. That was one reason he never let himself get close to his patients. It helped him stay objective. And yet a simple diagnostic event of ‘what he was drawn to in a female’, was beyond his grasp, because he was too close to the subject matter. “Cool.. I am game..” he uttered softly, as he shoved his current thoughts to the back of his mind. “Where is that..?” he lightly inquired as they entered the turn.

Kenlie: Kenlie sat forward and leaned into it, her arm cranking the wheel over. The tires angled out, and just as the bend began, something crackled beneath them, like the sound of milk being poured on Rice Krispies. The next moment, the car wasn't moving in the direction that she was pulling it. They completely lost traction, and instead of drifting around the bend, they completely and unexpectedly spun. The words never left her lips as she found herself trying to gain control of the car, and failing. Before she knew it, they'd jumped across both lanes and directly into a large bank of snow, piled at least five feet high. When the vehicle came to a sudden halt, Kenlie's body slammed forward and her face met the only thing in front of her - the steering wheel. The chaos ended as quickly as it had begun, leaving her in silence with nothing but the sound of her own quickened breaths and pounding heartbeat in her head.

Doc: Doc was able to react faster than she was, due to his vampiric abilities. As soon as he felt that first tell tale twitch, he braced for impact. The thwack of her head hitting the steering made a sickening sound. He instinctively winced, before he ever saw the damage. This was a 1968 Mustang complete with an unpadded hard as hell high polish woodgrain steering wheel. He was already reaching into his breast coat pocket for his penlight. He flicked it on, he smelled the blood from her wound, “Carmen.. Look at me, please..” His voice took on the analytic doctor tone.With his left hand he gently turned her head to face him. She had split her forehead just above her left eyebrow. He waved the beam of the pen light across her left eye and then right eye watching for pupil reaction. “What year is it, Carmen?”

Kenlie: She hadn't even noticed the blood that was slowly trickling over her 'brow. No, she was way too worried about the car and the man who was little more than a stranger right beside her. The look in her eyes was enough to say exactly what she was thinking. 'Oh, ****.' Kenlie was surprised to feel his touch when she was turned to look him in the eye, and for a few seconds she didn't even register his words. "What..? Oh..." She frowned at him, the expression sincerely apologetic. "Two thousand fourteen. February."

Doc: “Good… and now count from one hundred backwards…” It was a soft, yet commanding order. He check both of her eyes once more with the light. The left eye was not reacting as well as the right. “You appear to have a slight concussion. How are you feeling..?” He watched her intently, looking for signs of a more serious medical event than he thought. Head injuries were notorious for being silent killers. Walking and talking one minute, comatose the next, then dead. Had she hit a modern day steering wheel, he wouldn’t have the concern he had at the moment.

Kenlie: Her lips parted to apologize to him, but before the words could come she winced. It wasn't just the sound of her heart; her head was absolutely pounding. "One hundred, ninety nine, ninety eight..." She continued as she lifted her left hand to rub at the knot she thought she had on her head, only for her fingertips to feel wet. Flinching, she pulled them back and looked at the blood. "Well that sucks."

[Doc]

"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"


Doc: “It could be worse.. I want you to stay seated right here.. just relax back. Do not go to sleep. I am going to step out, look at the damage, and i will be right back.” He could tell by her reaction that she was starting to realize the magnitude of the situation, and though he thought the concussion was minor, he didn’t want her to go into shock, as it would just make the situation worse. The last embers from the sun had died off completely and the temperatures were reacting by dropping. He reached over to take the keys from the ignition. Getting out of the car, he went to the trunk, he eyed his ‘kill kit’ only briefly, before reaching further back for a blanket. Shutting the trunk, he used his cell to look for and call a wrecker to tow them back to town. Opening the passenger door, he held the blanket out to Carmen, while speaking to man on the phone, “A rollback would preferable.” A pause, “1968 Mustang. Yes. Two people. Yes. Cash. How long?” he nodded. “See you then.” Doc slid into the passenger seat. “Tow truck is on it’s way..”

Kenlie: It could be worse. That wasn't something she'd expected from a man whose car she'd just nearly wrecked. Optimism instead of rage? This guy was something else. With a gentle nod of her head, she eased herself back into the seat and fought not to close her eyes. The radio was still going, and it was a bit loud to her ears, so she stretched out a hand to turn the volume down and change the station. She kept tapping the 'seek' button, until she came upon a song that was a bit more relaxing. It wasn't the lyrics she liked, but the beat; it had a very slight reggae tune to it, and it calmed her. Taking a deep breath, she turned her head to look out of the driver's side window, at the traffic that they could have gotten trapped in. Their brains could have been splattered red all over the asphalt. She was drawn back from her thoughts when she heard the door to her right open again, and turned to see him handing her a blanket. A small (if not somewhat sad) smile tilted up one corner of her lips as she took it with both hands, then draped it over her lap. She tucked one edge beneath her chin, and peered down at her inked hands - T R U E L O V E etched into each digit. At the mention of a tow truck, she looked up at him and blurted the first thoughts on her mind. "I almost killed you. You're being too nice to me."

Doc: “You would prefer me to get angry?” He smirked crookedly, “Trust me.. you really don’t want that.” He leaned back in his seat, “It’s not that bad..” talking about the car, “.. it’s probably still drivable.. but why take the chance.. right?” He slid a look, “How are you feeling?” He didn’t want to give her any suggestions as to how she should be feeling. Some people were easily suggestible and he didn’t want any false positives clouding the issue. The irony of suggestibility was not lost on him as finally noticed the song’s lyrics repeated, as if the song was suggesting he ‘marry that girl’. It made his smirk twist in a closed mouth smile.

Kenlie: "At least be irritated with me?" She let out a little laugh before making a face. Laughing wasn't good for her head. "I'm just really sorry. I'll pay for whatever damage is done, and the tow... I'm good for it." Kenlie cleared her throat lightly as she tipped her head back against the seat and finally let her eyes close for a little while. "My head's pounding. The... space behind my eyes? It aches, in a way I can't really describe. I guess it's just a migraine." She opened her eyes to look at him, then, just in time to catch the look on his face. "What?"

Doc: Doc shifted in the seat to be able to look at her fully, “I have a daughter I will be irritated at instead.. you’re hurt. Can’t be upset with a hurt fragile female, now can I? What kind of guy would I be?” As she described her headache, he nodded. “Believe it or not, that is a good sign. It’s the ‘no I feel fine’ head traumas that tend to kill you. When we get back to town,.. do you have someone who can stay with you? It may sound cliche’ but I do not want you sleeping tonight. It’ll be a ***** I am sure.. but to be safe, no sleep.” He ignored her question about the lyrics. He didn't even want to go there.

Kenlie: Kenlie seemed unphased by the comment about his daughter. It was actually the term 'fragile' that caused her to stare at him. "I am far from delicate, Charles. You have no clue." She laughed a little, even softer than the first time, as she sat up and ran a hand through her hair. "That's good to know. So as long as I feel like an alien's going to come bursting from my skull, I'm a-okay." She smirked a little and closed her eyes with a groan. "Yeah. I have a roomie. I have a feeling she won't have any issue keeping me up."

Doc: “Fine.. you are of ‘good strong stock.. good for birthing many boy babies..’” he said with a humorous fake Russian accent; dropping the accent he added, “I will write some instructions for your roomie.” The humor from before faded slightly, “You wouldn’t be lying to me would you? You do have a roommate that can sit up with you?” He paused, “Because I could lie convincingly to the tow truck guy and say that you passed out and need to be taken to the hospital.”

Kenlie: The accent more than anything had Kenlie covering her mouth to hide the look on her face as she laughed. "And you can do impressions, too! You sure are a catch." She snickered, until his tone went all too serious again. Sighing, she leaned back again and curled one of her legs up onto the seat, hand holding her ankle. "No, I'm not lying. Her name is Clarisa and she's... probably the poster child for prude."

Doc: “Scolds you for your behavior, huh? I can only imagine what she will say when you tell her you were in a car accident with a complete stranger who offered you some ‘candy’?” He almost grinned, but didn’t. The car was candy apple red, after all. “Poor Clarisa is probably just quite jealous that you take chances when she cannot.”

Kenlie: "She does, sometimes. I did manage to get her drunk for the first time a few nights back," she added, smirking to herself at the memory. "Poor girl didn't know what to do with herself." Kenlie turned her head to look at him. She was doing her very best not to show that she was in pain, but every now and then her face would scrunch up. "She'll probably try to ground me to our apartment. Take away my toys." A smirk played on her lips yet again. "Ask for your social security number."

Doc: Doc noticed her reactions to the headache, but he didn’t want to drawn attention to it. It was best if the patient was calm and relaxed. Having someone constantly harp on how they feel or should be feeling, could cause stress, the thing he was hoping to avoid. Just as he was about to reply, the tow truck’s lights lit up the side of the car. “I’ll be right back..” He exited the vehicle and spent a few minutes talking to the driver. He opened the drive side door, “Alright Carmen.. time to move, you are going to go sit in the truck, where it is nice and warm.” he lowered his voice for her alone, “If you smile prettily at him, you might help save me a few dollars..”

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"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"


Kenlie: Kenlie winced at the brightness that came through the window, turning her head to avoid it. She nodded to him as he slid out of the car and shifted to uncurl her leg and set it down. When she heard his voice yet again, she looked over to him and gave a small smile. She could definitely smile. After setting the blanket aside, Kenlie opened up the driver's side door and stepped onto the snow. As she pulled her jacket tightly around her, she bumped the door shut with one hip and gave Charles a look over the roof of the car. "How much is this costing?"

Doc: “We will find out when we get back to town, if someone..” and quirked an eyebrow at her, “and by someone I mean you..” Doc raked his hair back with his left hand. “It might be less expensive.. than highway robbery.” He motioned for her to precede him to the truck. As they got closer, he reached around her and opened the door. He held the door and reached for her hand to help her up. “You think you can handle that..?”

Kenlie: She playfully rolled her eyes at him as she went ahead, stepping through the snow to approach the truck. As the truck driver caught her eye, she tossed him a meek smile and tucked a piece of long, curly hair behind one ear. She disappeared behind the truck then, as Doc opened up the door for her and offered her a hand. "Yeah, I got it," she said softly, taking his hand and planting a foot on the metal step. With a little huff, she hoisted herself up and grabbed for the 'oh ****' handle so she could swing herself into the seat.

Doc: Doc shook his head and fought back a full blow smile. He would have to be careful around this one, because she was too engaging and too smart by half. She would pick up on the little things and put two and two together faster than most, he surmised. He knew he should probably just say goodbye to her when they got back to the city. That would be the intelligent choice. The appropriate action. The best thing. He nodded more to himself than to her. He would bid her a fond, yet final farewell when they got back to the city. Besides, she was human and female; two things that did not belong around him. Two things that always brought him grief. “I will be up in a minute.” He pushed the door to, to keep the heat in. As he watched the guy winch the Mustang out of the snow drift. He wanted to get an idea of just how much damage was done. He was hoping it was mostly cosmetic.

Kenlie: Kenlie was pretty much oblivious to Charles' fascination. Sure, she was young, and she was female -- but that didn't mean much. For all he knew she was just an average college student. Really, she was far from that. Kenlie strived to be the best possible version of herself, every day. She couldn't say that for many others. When she had inched to the middle and had the seatbelt done, she cast Charles a glance and a smile. "Alright." She looked up through the windshield as the tower brought the car out of the snow bank, teeth worrying over her bottom lip.

Doc: The car was dragged out, and it would need a new hood, radiator, front left quarter panel, and it looked like a front left spindle. He sighed it was just, then he grinned, and it wasn’t even his. If she only knew. His eye glistened with devilish delight. Maybe he might have to call some garages. Knowing her, she has put the word out on that car and the parts for it. It would get back to her. Yes. He would definitely have to put the word out. He strode back to the cab of the tow truck, pulled the door open and hauled himself in. His face still wore a crooked smirk. “Slide woman..”

Kenlie: "What you mean 'slide'? Your *** isn't that big..." She grinned at him as she slid over a bit more, her legs straddling the gear shift. "There. Better?"

Doc: Doc eyed the gear shift for a second before he slid a look at her face, "Yes.. he .. will make that connection. In case he asks.. I am your uncle, alright?" He glanced out the rear window, "Heads up .. here he comes.. work it baby.."

Kenlie: She bit her lip to hide a grin. "Uncle, got it." With a breath, she relaxed back into the seat as much as possible given the cramped space. When the driver's door opened and he climbed up into the cab, Kenlie glanced over. "Thanks for picking us up. I know it's your job, but we... really appreciate it."

Doc: Doc grunted a 'hmmm' and looked out the side window, as though he were annoyed by the whole situation. He was willing to pay the full fare, but deep down, he was curious as to just how far she would go. He slowly expressed another slow sigh that might be taken as obvious displeasure.

Kenlie: As the tow man started the truck and had to shift into drive, Kenlie leaned back a little and spread her knees apart so he had room to do so. She hadn't intended on doing so to 'distract' him, but as it turned out, she looked up to find the man staring. She hid a smirk by taking her bottom lip between her teeth. "Do you mind if I turn the music on? My head really hurts... I could use something to listen to." That wasn't even close to a lie.

Doc: Doc tossed the guy a look and rolled his eyes, as if to say ‘kids.. and their music’. He got a good look at the besotted nature of the guy and he had to turn back to the window before he let a grin slip. She was playing it for all she worth. And.. she was doing it with the innocent ‘am I in your way’ apologetic look to her. He wouldn’t be surprised if they ended up in yet another snow bank before the ride was through. As he stared out the window, he uttered in a parental tone, “Carmen, leave the man alone. He doesn’t want to hear the radio.”