To the Bottom of the Barrel
This is Cheyanne's (Ginger Snap) back story to how she got her car. Please enjoy. >w•
Steps echoed across the alone alley way. Street cats roam without a sound. They search for scraps and leftovers from the restaurant that lay next to the alley. Cheyanne just got off work from one of these restaurants. She works odd jobs to keep rent.
Winter just end. New Years day, that was three days ago, was almost forgotten to the harsh and cruel city streets. Cheyanne made a New Years goal, just like everyone else. Being 19, she was permitted to get get a driving license. Thou the car.. the car was going to be difficult.
She could barely keep up with rent, and she was losing jobs left and right. It always seemed to be her fault, but that was not true. She was 19 in an age of gangsters and thugs, but she knew these alley ways like no one else. See, Cheyanne had a unusual nack with directions. Like.. she had a campus in her head.
Cheyanne continued to wander down the alley ways of downtown. She took a right at the end. Finding an opening she never really paid much attention to. Till just now.
There sat a nice BNW. A bit messed up, three of its tires missing, a bit rusted on the chrome of the only tire left. Ut had a huge crack on its left side, but for Cheyanne it was her right.
Cheyanne opened the car door. A few bits of blood, but she could clean it out. She pulled the lever for the hood to pop a bit. She manoeuvred to the front of the car. The hood wouldn't open. She was about to push the hood down when she saw another leaver. She pulled it and the hood unhinged. Cheyanne pushed the hood up. The engine, all of it. Was still intact.
A lucky find for Cheyanne.
"So then. Your were abandoned to, huh?" Cheyanne started talking to the car.
"Your engine is still there." Cheyanne poked and prodded the engine to see what was connected and what not. "Nothing seems to be miss'n."
Cheyanne closed the hood of the car. She made her way to the drivers door. She opened it and started to look for something.
Keys, hopefully.
Ot took a bit of searching, but she found them. A bit of blood was on the handle. Cheyanne jumped out of the car, closed, and locked the door.
"I will be back gal. Dont worry," Cheyanne patted the hood of the car. "We will get through this gal. We'll ge through this."
Once Cheyanne got the dent and windshield fixed she left her appointment, and start sleeping in the car.
She fixed it bit by bit with the money she got.
She never gave up on that car.
