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Post by Charles Landen on Apr 8, 2007 11:59:03 GMT 7
Bavarian Motor Works. For a standard model, the median price is: forty-thousand dollars. For a higher end model the median price is: ninety-thousand dollars. Charles Landen had purchased a higher end model. And his higher end BMW had gotten into a fight with a frat boy and a baseball bat. The tires had had a run in with this frat boy. The windows had been subject to an encounter. The hood looked like it had met with both baseball bat and rock. His moderately stylish M6 Coupe was in shambles. It was not only in shambles, it looked like it had literally been beat with a dead horse. Well, no, it looked like it had literally been beat with a baseball bat, but the damage was defintely gasp worthy. Actually, no, come to think of it, this was what the fuck worthy. This garnered a bonafide "what the fuck", that's right. This was an ivy league school. What the hell? Where were they? An underprivelaged burrough? Anywhere else in New Jersey? This school catered to the creme de la creme, not the genre of people you see on "America's Most Wanted".
Okay, so fucking up a BMW didn't really warrant a place on that show, but hey. It's sort of like killing animals when you're a kid or whatever, it's a warning sign. Car abuse is as much of an abuse as any other type of abuse. What if he had been there? What if? There were countless "what if" scenarios. And beyond those, still - what the fuck? Who the hell had he pissed off to get this done to him. Within a time span of two weeks, he had gotten the shit kicked out of him and his car fucked up. This was exactly the reason he had put a price on safety and that price had been an upwards of three hundred dollars with his alarm system.
"What the fuck?"
He circled his car. Not only had the windows been smashed, it looked like someone had taken the time and effort to fuck with his sound system too. Rip out his CDs, bother to find his collection of casettes stored under the passenger seat. Not only find the cassettes, but completely destroy them and leave them in the backseat. What do you do with this kind of scenario? Do you call the cops? What do you do? What if he went home, only to find someone had done the same to his apartment? Back to the what-if scenarios. Ugh.
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 8, 2007 13:12:50 GMT 7
[ Outfit all the way to the right. ] "Miss Pierce class has been dismissed for over an hour." Evelyn woke up as she heard Professor Eleanor slap her desk. "Oh god sorry.." she said as she shuffled her books in to a pile and then stood up. "Miss Pierce if this continues we're going to have to have a word.." she said as Evelyn already started to walk down the stairs and ran out of the room. Her grades had been slipping and she'd been partying too much. Last night she didn't sleep at all, leaving her to fall asleep in her classes. She rushed down the hallway trying to get to her car as fast as possible as she heard people talking about someone getting their car smashed up. She had heard whispers of the name Charles and she laughed. "Charles Landen?!" she asked curiously as she laughed and rushed out to the parking lot to find Charles standing there by his car. "Oh wow.." she said almost feeling bad for him as she looked at his car. But then again it was Charles so all that feeling ended. "..Hah who'd you piss off now Charles?" she asked as she smiled at him and walked closer to him. ooc| ew shit post. sorry 'bout that.
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Post by Charles Landen on Apr 8, 2007 13:28:38 GMT 7
He leaned over his hood, at first to examine it, ultimately slumping over it. He would have cried. He would have. Had not a Miss Evelyn Pierce come to greet him. That would have given her more leverage to harass him. If this hadn't been the work of Mr. Subway (whose name didn't come to mind, though chances were he had never known his name in the first place), which chances are come to think of it - it wasn't, it could have been Evelyn. Or not.
Actually, they were both overall unlikely. She wouldn't go to the trouble of fucking up his car. Throwing away almost one-hundred thousand dollars. She would, however, destroy his decorative multichromatic spheres. Not that she was ever going to get anywhere near his apartment, but on the spectrum of things, if she was going to ruin anything of his, it would be those. She really begged the question, who had he pissed off?
His heart sunk.
"I don't know, Evelyn."
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 8, 2007 13:37:33 GMT 7
She felt sorry for him which she never thought she would feel. She looked at him as she walked closer. "I-I'm sorry." she managed to say as she looked at his car. "I really am." She would hate to be in his situation but he probably did deserve what happened. Who would go through all that trouble to fuck up his car if he hadn't really fucked with them? She tried to offer him a smile as she looked at him.
"Look I can give you a ride to your apartment if you need me to. I know we practically hate each other and all but I hate to say it.." she said as she looked at his car. "I kind of feel bad for you.." she said and shuttered a bit at the thought. "..you hold that against me and I swear." she said as she raised her eyebrow and glared at him.
She looked over at her car that was parked across from his before looking back at him and sighing softly. She tucked a piece of her loose blond hair behind her ear as she watched him. It really was a pity this happen but it kind of gave her laugh, that is until she saw his expression. He was so sad looking, she'd never seen him like this before.
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Post by Charles Landen on Apr 8, 2007 13:48:57 GMT 7
He would have said "That's okay", or even just "No" until she offered again, but they were in New Jersey and there was no room to be taking risks. Public transportation. New Jersey. It was sort of an unsettling combination. That all said, he could have also called a cab. Who wants to spend twenty bucks after having that happen to your car? Not Charles Landen. Certainly not Charles Landen.
And then there was the question, again, what was he going to do with his car? It's not like he had anything it. He had a briefcase in the trunk filled with not quite so important papers and lysol. He moved over to the trunk, eyeing the dents. He tapped it, it opened. His briefcase was still there.
"Yeah, okay."
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 8, 2007 13:56:43 GMT 7
She simply nodded and walked over to her car and opened the door. "Just get in when you're ready." she said and nodded as she got in to her car and pushed everything out of her passenger seat and in to the back seat. There was a few items of clothes and school work back there now. She grabbed her sunglasses and put them on as she searched through the radio stations.
She glanced back and saw him get his briefcase and she felt so bad for him. She knew he'd never accept riding with her unless it was necessary. She was unsure of how he was feeling about it because he showed no emotion almost like a robot.
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Post by Charles Landen on Apr 8, 2007 14:06:40 GMT 7
He set the briefcase on the floor of the passenger area, opened it up and took out a cylindrical bottle. Lysol wipes. It was a little over the top, but honestly. She had a lot of flings. Or maybe she had one that he knew of. Whatever the case, he didn't want to risk anything. That and maybe he meant for it to be over the top.
Maybe he was distracting himself with the fact his car had just been totaled. (Ironically enough, while he was in an economics class.) He wasn't really one for making statements, but there's a place and time for everything. Lysoling car seats being one of them. He decided he'd leave it up to her imagination as to whether or not he really meant the gesture. The briefcase closed and he took a seat.
"Thanks for this. You can drop me off at a bus stop or something and I'll walk the rest," he put his seat belt on. Safety is number one.
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 8, 2007 21:26:36 GMT 7
Evelyn glanced towards the passenger seat as she noticed him begin to wipe it down as she raised and eyebrow and tipped her sunglasses down. "Is there something wrong with the seat?" she asked as she looked over at him. "There really isn't anything wrong with it you know." she said getting annoyed but not caring that much because well it was Charles, he was just out to annoy her.
"..I could just take you to your apartment." she said and shrugged. "I'm going that way anyways." she said as she glanced over to him wondering why he didn't want her to take him all the way there. "..I mean unless you don't want me knowing where you live or something." she said and let out a small laugh as she tucked a piece of loose hair behind her ear as she got ready to drive if only he'd get in the car.
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Post by Charles Landen on Apr 8, 2007 22:46:58 GMT 7
"Whatever is most convenient for you," he shut the door. It was an alright car. It was nothing like his car, but...right now there was no car worth driving that was like his car. Maybe this would give an excuse to trade that in and get a Bentley. Actually, no, it wouldn't. He couldn't afford one. As much as he'd like one, that was out of the question.
He'd tell people he would though. People would forget by the time he got his car fixed and returned. It'd be sort of fun. 'Hey I'm getting a Bentley!' He'd gage people's reactions and then decide how often he would lie about high ticket items. This was starting to seem like it was a bad idea. The lying about getting a Bentley thing, that is.
"Where are you going? For you to be going that way?" That was eloquently worded. What could he say, the English language was his forte. Haha.
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 9, 2007 8:42:13 GMT 7
"Alright well I'll just drive you all the way." she said and nodded as she stuck her keys in the car ignition and started it. She slowly backed out of the parking space and began to drive towards his apartment. "Sorry my car doesn't compare to yours." she said as she looked ahead of hers and continued to drive. "What do you plan on doing with your car?" she asked him curiously as she continued to drive. She felt tension between the two of them but she wasn't going to bring it up.
"My apartment is also in this direction." she said with a nod as she looked over at him. "Why?" she asked as she glanced over at him. He seemed almost afraid that she knew where he lived. So, she didn't know exactly what apartment but she'd seem him out and about near it so she only guessed that he lived near there.
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Post by Charles Landen on Apr 9, 2007 11:02:53 GMT 7
"I don't know," he grimaced, "I'll worry about that later, I guess."
His dispassionate response was translated quickly after.
"No, you know what will happen? I'll get home, hop online and order some more furniture. Or maybe I'll call them up. I'll come up with witticisms to their automated responses. I'll spend within the realm of five-hundred, six-hundred dollars and then I'll lie in bed, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling thinking, 'What the fuck am I going to do about that car?' I'll roll out of bed, lie down on my Leaby red sofa and watch infomercials until six AM, at which point, I'll get dressed and panic about how I'm going to get to work."
He might even order some Chinese food. He had a feeling he was going to be on the phone a lot this evening. To order furniture, to order food, to call up his insurance company. Whatever the reason, he had a feeling there would be a lot of "Please holds," to which he would respond "I am holding". There would be an ample supply of him flipping through catalogues and cutting things out to hang on the partition between his desk and and Sydney Greenberg's, something that had become his second favorite passtime. Next to ordering stuff, that is. There would be forty-five minutes of fruitless TV viewing, not including the infomercials. He would probably watch one and a half episodes of Everybody Loves Raymond until coming to the conclusion that he in no way, shape or form enjoyed the "comedic" stylings of Ray Romano.
In response to her other question: "I was just curious."
A part of him was actually apprehensive about the idea of her knowing where he lived. He, in all likelihood would have her drop him off infront of his apartment though. He was still going to allude he lived in some convoluted part of the building, just in case. But he was beginning to realize it was a sort of unavailing fear with little pretense. Pretense, but little pretense.
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Post by Evelyn Pierce on Apr 9, 2007 20:14:27 GMT 7
Evelyn listened to his long winded response of what he'd be doing in full detail and she looked over at him rather curiously. She knew Charles was strange but not that strange. She rolled her eyes and simply shrugged it off as she turned her eyes back to the road. They were getting closer to the apartment buildings but it looked as if he was in no way shape or form going to tell her where exactly he lived. It's not like she was going to follow him but that would be pretty funny and freak Charles out beyond belief.
"Oh well which apartment complex do you live in?" she asked as she stopped at a red light and turned to face him. She was really wondering what was wrong with Charles even though he was probably perfectly normal just a bit 'off'. "..and really why do you spend your time ordering furniture? Is it like and OCD obsession for you?" she asked as she couldn't help but let out a small laugh. She tucked a piece of blond hair behind her ear as she took her sunglasses off her face and threw them in her backseat along with the millions of other odd objects back there.
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