Audrey Ramirez

Audrey Ramirez || 21 || Mechanic account for happiestplacehq

[audreys-chopshop]

Audrey had honestly been joking a bit. Not thinking that he would take her offer seriously. Sitting up a bit straighter in her seat, her attention drifted only for a moment to the treats he had ready to share. She admittedly had such a sweet tooth, it was a problem. Sometimes, if she didn't have a proper treat at home she would eat just a spoon full of sugar.

Blinking a few times at his question, Audrey's eyes lit up. "Wait, really?" Grabbing for her bag she pulled out a blue folder. Inside were pictures of the place she was currently living, a rather nice two bedroom apartment above her garage. "It's like two streets over, big brick building that has a two car garage on street level. I live in the apartment that's above it, below is my personal garage. Your portion of rent would be about $400 a month. That's including pretty much every utility." Scrambling a bit she slid the photos across the table.

"There is a really nice in unit washer and dryer. Quiet hours for me usually start at like 9pm, unless I'm in work mode, but you can't hear anything from the garage in the apartment, I made sure of that." Trying to think if she forgot anything, she pulled out her phone. "Oh, and I do have a dog. His name is Ratchet. He is house trained and has all his shots."

[remy-reinhardt]

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Remy opened his eyes wide at the photos Audrey showed him. A two-bedroom apartment? A two-car garage? So close to the town center? "And you've been living here on your own?" He listened as she told him further details regarding the utilities (utilities!), and more important stuff like the cost of rent. It was not cheap, but he could make do. Surely he wouldn't get a better deal anywhere else. "Yeah, it looks... It's just about perfect, I'd say."

Audrey kept showing him photos. Remy kept looking at them, but his thoughts slowly drifted away to the matter of breaking the news to his family. As far as he knew, most families were glad to see their kids move out, especially when they were about Remy's age already. But his family was not like that. Everyone lived in the same neighborhood, often in the same building, and if someone moved out, it was only to make the home even bigger. No leaving the nest. They weren't birds, after all. And family looked after each other, and being away made that pretty difficult.

When Audrey pulled out her phone and showed him her dog, though, Remy's attention returned to the matter at hand, and he made a little grimace. He didn't like dogs... He didn't like most usual pets, actually. Fish and parakeets where okay, he guessed, but cats and dogs? No sir. Still... He could get over that, if the place was nice enough. And it did look more than nice enough. "Ratchet. Fitting, I guess."

[audreys-chopshop]

"He's house trained. Has had all of his shots. Will fully respect your personal space, until you have a treat in hand then he will be at your heels until he gets it." Audrey reported with a laugh. Tucking her phone away, eyes wide and hoepful she looked back to Remy. "Look, I understand it's a big descision to make. And you've probably got so many other friends or what not that you could live with. Or even you just like living where you currently do. Not that I know your current living situation or anything." Audrey was starting to ramble. "But, I'm a little desperate and this place is amazing, would you want to come by for a tour maybe. Meet Ratchet? See if this place could actually be a good fit for you."

[patrickpattersxn]

he’s said it once, and he said it another million times, he hated technology. today alone he’s yelled at his tv, the bar till and now he’s currently standing like a madman in the middle of his street screaming at his phone while he angrily slammed his finger against the screen like his life depended on it “piece of shit phone! work!”

he grumbled and looked back at the phone, pointing his finger at the screen "i’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again you little shit. your phone siblings have suffered, and you will too!” he yelled, threatening the iphone in his hand.

@happieststarters

[audreys-chopshop]

Audrey couldn't help but stare at the scene that was unfolding before her. It was also taking everything in her not to bust out in laughter. Standing just off to the side, Ratchet also sitting at her feet, Audrey waited until it seemed like the outburst was done before walking up to the man. "That's right, you tell that device who's boss." Audrey joked a bit before schooling her expression as best she could. "Do uh...do you need some help?" She questioned behind a laugh.

[fluffygif]

Just want to be up close and personal ❤️

[remy-reinhardt]

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Remy opened his eyes wide at the photos Audrey showed him. A two-bedroom apartment? A two-car garage? So close to the town center? "And you've been living here on your own?" He listened as she told him further details regarding the utilities (utilities!), and more important stuff like the cost of rent. It was not cheap, but he could make do. Surely he wouldn't get a better deal anywhere else. "Yeah, it looks... It's just about perfect, I'd say."

Audrey kept showing him photos. Remy kept looking at them, but his thoughts slowly drifted away to the matter of breaking the news to his family. As far as he knew, most families were glad to see their kids move out, especially when they were about Remy's age already. But his family was not like that. Everyone lived in the same neighborhood, often in the same building, and if someone moved out, it was only to make the home even bigger. No leaving the nest. They weren't birds, after all. And family looked after each other, and being away made that pretty difficult.

When Audrey pulled out her phone and showed him her dog, though, Remy's attention returned to the matter at hand, and he made a little grimace. He didn't like dogs... He didn't like most usual pets, actually. Fish and parakeets where okay, he guessed, but cats and dogs? No sir. Still... He could get over that, if the place was nice enough. And it did look more than nice enough. "Ratchet. Fitting, I guess."

[audreys-chopshop]

"Yeah I know, the mechanic girl with a dog named Ratchet." She said with a wave of her hand. Tucking her phone back into her bag, she looked up at Remy with hopeful eyes.

Sure, she didn't know what kind of roommate he would be. But, if seeing him around his job was anything, he was going to be rather quite. Probably keep to himself? Even if he didn't, she wouldn't mind. Audrey came from a relatively big family so she was used ot people being in her business. Frankly, she just didn't want to be alone anymore.

Her previous roommate had left, ended up moving back home to be closer to their family. And it was fine. Audrey had enjoyed her peace for the short time they were gone. But she missed it again. She missed sharing space with another human being.

"Look, you don't have to give me a hard answer now. You can come by the apartment, see it in person and check out your potential living space, then give me an answer, how does that sound?"

[henrikhera]

where: henrik's place who: open

henrik slowly made his way over to his sofa and carefully lowered himself to take a seat. he let out a huff of a breath, still feeling the effects from his time in hospital. "it's fine...i'm okay" he answered when he saw the concerned look from the person across from him "it's taking longer than usual thanks to my heat condition. the doctors said i'll be good in no time"

[audreys-chopshop]

There weren't many people in town that Audrey was willing to happily help when they were ill. Henrik had mananged to make it within the top five people that she would. "I mean, everyone heals at their own pace, but pushing it isn't going to help." Audrey pointed out. Arms folded across her chest she nodded toward the food she'd set on the table. "I'm not the best cook in the world, but I followed my grandmother's recipe to a 'T' and it should taste pretty good. Barria soup with homemade tortilla's and then there is desert in the fridge for later."

[sir-scamsalot]

Sunny's brows rose at the mention of going to the hardware store. He wasn't typically the one to stereotype, but it did take him aback a moment. "Say, you wouldn't happen to be a mechanic would you?" The beach did sound like a nice idea, truth be told. "Well, I do have some beach accessories and trinkets if you should feel so inclined to take a look! As for my plans, you're looking at them. At least for a few hours, anyway. A business man has to dedicate his time to the cause."

[audreys-chopshop]

"I am actually. I work over at the local garage, but I have my own personal garage under my apartment." Arms folding over her chest, she tilted her head. "Why, you got something that needs to be fixed?" Now the idea of going down to the beach was more and more intiscing. Perhaps maybe an ice cream and towel to soak up the sun on. Or somehow anchoring a pool float to some roap and onto the shore to just vibe. "A business man? Oh and what sort of business do you have?"

[happiestplacehq]

AUDREY ROCIO RAMIREZ is twenty-four years old. She is a Mechanic at Hangman’s Garage. She is the incarnation of Audrey from the Disney film Atlantis: The Lost Empire.

+ Hardworking, Empathetic, Innovative - Aggressive, Sarcastic, Proud

ABOUT AUDREY

It’s a known fact Audrey’s father always wanted sons. Strapping young boys to carry on the family name. When instead his two daughters were born, he wasn’t about to let that dream die. Audrey has always looked up to her father, admired how hard he worked and how he supported his family. At a young age, Audrey found a keen interest in the cars her father would repair in his shop. So much so to the point that she fully helped him rebuild one at the age of 5. Not that he fully let anyone in his shop know she was doing so. Audrey did have a proper education, but she chose to be homeschooled versus going into an actual school building. Gave her more time to be in the shop with her father. Flash forward now Audrey has since moved from home to settle down in Redwood. With the hopes of opening another shop in her father's name. Though, life out on her own hasn’t been as easy as she thought it would be. Working now at Hangman’s, Audrey is doing her best to try and save up the money to open her own place. Though she isn’t seeing as much success as she would have hoped. Now Audrey wrestles with the idea of if she is going to stay and fulfill her dream, or move back home where it’s safe and comfortable.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

Audrey is bi-sexual

Uses she/her pronouns

Has quite a few tattoos, though most of them stay hidden under her overalls.

Audrey is currently unavailable. Her faceclaim is Jenna Ortega.

[swim-forthemusic]

picspams: Audrey Rocio Ramirez (Atlantis: The Lost Empire, 2001)

I took this job when my dad retired. But, the funny thing was, he always wanted sons, right? One to run his machine shop, another to be middleweight boxing champion. But, he got my sister and me, instead.

[colt-phillips]

@happieststarters

Yes, Colt was strong, but just because he could heft up a whole box of motor oil cans did not mean he should. He also should not have tried to cart said box from one side of the garage's lot to the other. Especially when he had not noticed that there was a tell-tale dark wet spot on the bottom of the box which indicated at least one of the cans inside was leaking. So, predictably, he had not made it all the way across the lot when the box finally tore and sent several cans tumbling to the ground--including the leaking one, which sprayed more than a little bit of oil splatters around. "Ah damn," Colt grumbled, moving to set the box down and retrieve the cans…until he realized someone had been passing by on the sidewalk not far away at that exact moment. "Oh crap, I'm sorry! Guess th' box wasn't holdin' up too well. I didn't get nothin' on you, did I?"

[audreys-chopshop]

Audrey loved her job. Frankly she wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. Well, that was a lie. She would trade it to have her own successful garage and a small chain of them in various locations. But, she knew she had to start small. So, Hangman's it was.

She was running a little behind that day, and figured if she was going to be late. She was atleast going to be late and bring treats and a special guest. Ratchet happily trotting along at her feet, their shared lunch box between his teeth, Audrey stopped short at a familiar voice. Laughing a bit, she shook her head. "No Colt, I'm all good." Stepping over the mess, guiding her dog to do the same she held up a box of donuts. "I brought snacks!"

[remy-reinhardt]

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"I always got something delicious at hand," Remy smiled, opening a jar of candied pecans he had made the day before. Sometimes one's sweet tooth just needed a little something, not a whole piece of cake or even a cookie... Just something to chew on while he kept kneading and rolling the dough.

Audrey's question caught him off guard. He quickly looked up at her. "I... I mean, I do want to move out of my father's place, but..." He wasn't really super close with Audrey. She was a welcome customer, and he liked her, but to move in with someone... That was a big deal. "I'm not... Actively looking for one, or anything..."

But he did want to. This was an opportunity. Remy finally had the money, and it was much better to share the rent with someone else, especially if it was closer to his workplace than his family's house. Besides, he didn't think he would see much of Audrey overall. And how bad of a roommate could she be?

Well, that was something Remy needed to find out before compromising.

"Okay, walk me through this offer you're making," he said, putting the candied almonds on hold for a moment. "Where is this place? How much's rent? Do you play loud music at night?"

[audreys-chopshop]

Audrey had honestly been joking a bit. Not thinking that he would take her offer seriously. Sitting up a bit straighter in her seat, her attention drifted only for a moment to the treats he had ready to share. She admittedly had such a sweet tooth, it was a problem. Sometimes, if she didn't have a proper treat at home she would eat just a spoon full of sugar.

Blinking a few times at his question, Audrey's eyes lit up. "Wait, really?" Grabbing for her bag she pulled out a blue folder. Inside were pictures of the place she was currently living, a rather nice two bedroom apartment above her garage. "It's like two streets over, big brick building that has a two car garage on street level. I live in the apartment that's above it, below is my personal garage. Your portion of rent would be about $400 a month. That's including pretty much every utility." Scrambling a bit she slid the photos across the table.

"There is a really nice in unit washer and dryer. Quiet hours for me usually start at like 9pm, unless I'm in work mode, but you can't hear anything from the garage in the apartment, I made sure of that." Trying to think if she forgot anything, she pulled out her phone. "Oh, and I do have a dog. His name is Ratchet. He is house trained and has all his shots."

[beaumont-ague]

When the passerby asked if he was talking to her, Toulouse held back a small chuckle. "No, actually I was asking your dog," he joked, holding his hand out to the creature as it approached. "Is he friendly? And more importantly, can he shoot a basket?" Toulouse was definitely an animal person, no matter what the animal was. However, he also knew that it was best to ask about their temperament and get permission before just touching random people's pets.

"I'm Toulouse, by the way. And you two are?"

[audreys-chopshop]

"Well, he would probably be up for it." She joked lightly, heading closer to the court. Bouncing the ball a little bit she passed it back over to him. "Yes, he is very friendly, loves people, loves a good head scratch. As for shooting a basket, he can't really do that. He can however play dead and fetch." Hands sliding into the back pockets of her jeans, she smiled gently. "My name is Audrey, and the little tank down there is Ratchet."

[beaumont-ague]

Toulouse had been feeling like he'd spent too much time indoors lately. His creative inclination was lacking muse, and his body was lacking vitamin d. What better way to clear the mind, get inspiration and heal the body than spend a little time outside? Normally, he might just go for a jog, or skateboard around for a bit, but he was feeling more restless than usual. He needed to let some energy out, but in a way that would distract his whole body, not just his legs.

He grabbed a basketball from his room and headed out to the park. Toulouse was fine with the idea he might just end up playing by himself, though he hoped maybe there would be some others lingering around who'd want to shoot a few. It didn't take long for the park to fill up, as it was a beautiful day. He took a shot, and missed just by a few inches, though enough to send the ball rolling away toward another park-goer. "Hey, over here!" he shouted, hands up to catch the ball. "You want in?"

@happieststarters

[audreys-chopshop]

Was Audrey a tomboy? Yes. Was Audrey the sporty type of tomboy? Absolutely not. She liked to think she was good at sport, but it frankly was never her thing. Growing up she would kick a soccer ball around with her cousins sometimes. During down time in the shop, she'd throw a baseball around with her Papi or her uncles. But, she had never been super cordinated when it came to sports.

She found herself in the park that afternoon taking her pittie, Ratchet, for a walk. Her attention more on her phone than her surrondings, Audrey jumped a bit when a ball rolled into her feet. Picking up the item she looked around before spotting the blonde calling out to her. "Who? Me?" She asked, Ratchet already calmly making his way over to the other.

[olivia--flaversham]

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Olivia quickly sat on the stool Audrey gestured towards, eager to see how she worked. "That's so nice of you," she said. "I like to believe I got a bit of a talent for fixing things like these... But clearly, whatever I know about it wasn't enough," Olivia chuckled, and looked around herself, at the greasy engines and car parts. She had always been fascinated by mechanical devices, ever since she was a young child. Few matters were as interesting to her as learning the how and why of things, and machines in particular were logical and, once you got a hang of it, predictable.

"I'm a Criminology student. But I just want to know how to use it, really," Olivia said with a shrug. "And I like the way typewritten words look... It's not like handwriting, of course, not that personal, but there's so much character in the little details of how each letter is printed, the pressure of each key, the tiny random blots of ink... I don't know, I find it sort of charming." She leaned forward, watching closely how Audrey worked. "May I ask, why did you choose to become a mechanic?"

[audreys-chopshop]

It was always surprising to Audrey who seemed fasnicted in how things worked. So when Olivia quickly sat beside her, Audrey couldn't help but smile. Tinkering as the other spoke, Audrey would hum in response every so often as she carefully took the type-writer apart. A special tray sat beside her, various sized pockets and slots numbered so that she could remember which screws and bolts went where. Just behind the machine a rather dirty, but cushy, cloth to set the more fragile pieces of machinery on.

"Criminology? What does that mean? Like you want to be a lawyer? Or like you want to deal with crime scenes?" Audrey had watched her fair share of crime shoes and listened to quite a few true crime podcasts when she had the shop to herself, but that was the extent of it. "Me? Oh it's a family business." She said with a proud smile. Gesturing to the end of her work bench was a rather dirty framed picture of her and her father. Audrey no more than seven, sitting on the hood of car next to her father. Both in matching overalls and covered in grease. "I've always liked working on machines and cars, it feels weird to do anything else."

[audreys-chopshop]

Chewing at her bottom lip, Audrey looked down at the little list of potential roommates that she had made. Almost all of the names she had previously listed, scratched out. Some a little harder than others. Sitting now at Remy's bakery, Audrey was at her wits end. Looking up at the human in question, she was a bit exsapherated. "Please tell me you have something delicious for me to snack on while I spiral into dispare." Was it a bit dramatic? Probably. But, despite the rather serious demenor she put on, she could be rather dramatic whens he wanted to. Elbows on the table infront of her, she looked up at Remy once more. "You don't happen to need a roommate? Or happen to want to move do you?"

@remy-reinhardt

[chewbacca]

🖌️🎨🐕 [source: oxyomic via r/aww on reddit]

[audreys-chopshop]

Audrey fully has a little pittie like this!

[sir-scamsalot]

While peddling in the warmer months was Sunny's specialty, the business it brings wasn't the only thing he enjoyed about the season. He was never fond of the cold, and though one could argue that it was a lot easier to get warm in the winter than it was to cool down in the summer, he'd spent plenty of winters going without to know that he'd rather take his chances in the sun than get pneumonia or frost bite.

"You're a fan too, then?" he asked, a almost too enthusiastically. "Well, what brings you out on a day like today? Any special plans, or simply basking in the rays?"

[audreys-chopshop]

"Simply basking for now I suppose." She said with a shrug. "Although I do need to go to the hardware store and pick up some tools to work on a truck. But also, the idea of just heading down to the beach also sounds nice." Looking at her surrondings a moment, her gaze focused back on the man infront of her. "What about you? Plans for your day?"

[olivia--flaversham]

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"I mean... It's been like this ever since I bought it," Olivia replied, fidgeting with her nails. "Yeah, in the same bunch of keys, nothing has changed..."

The typewriter was an old broken Remington that she had bought at a flea market, for an outrageously low price, a year ago. Back then, the idea of presenting written reports and essays by typewriter was extremely appealing, as it would work as a sort of recognizable trait of hers and distinguish Olivia from the other students. First, however, she needed to get it work.

And, since she wanted to do it herself, she didn't tell her father she had bought it, much less half the keys were at least a little bit jammed. Olivia had believed that, with her tinkering experience and the help of a few Youtube tutorials, she could easily fix it. But a year had passed and no success. She had to admit that she needed some help.

[audreys-chopshop]

Scratching at the back of her head, Audrey let out a sigh. "I'm sure I can do something with it, but I feel like it's going to take longer than you might like." Going to grab a couple screw drivers, Audrey almost immediatly started to take the item apart. "You can grab a seat if you want." She said nodding over toward a stool. "So then if I can figure out how to fix it, I can make it simple enough that you may be able to do it on your own in the future."

Sure, Audrey could easily supe this thing up and fix it in no time. But, it felt like a better deal to at least teach the person using the item how to fix it. "So what do you do that involves you wanting to type on a type-writer?"