Gaby

[gabyharrisonx]

name: Gabrielle 'Gaby' Harrison age: thirty-four birthday: januray 29, 1989 gender & pronouns: cis-female & she/her relationship status: single hometown: Tonopah Valley neighborhood: Webster Village occupation: Employee at the Apex Gun Range affiliation: none

Quick Intro: tw: dementia, addiction, death, cancer

Gaby grew up in a fairly happy family until her father got sick and got dementia

Because her mother had to work multiple jobs to keep food on the table and keep up with the medical bills, Gaby had to help out around the house a lot. She was still young, but it hurt deeply to look after a father who didn't remember who she was.

In highschool, she started hanging with the 'wrong crowd' just so she could feel numb sometimes. It wasn't an extreme, as she still had responsibilities, but enough so sometimes to switch off from everything that was happening in her life.

Gaby still studied a lot in order to reach her dream and get into an Ivy league so she could eventually become an astronaut.

She eventually got into Harvard to study engineering, but then her mom sat her down and told her, that even with the scholarships, they wouldn't be able to afford it and, besides she needed to stay in Tonopah so she could look after her father

That's when her drinking and substance abuse began to spike, because she felt as if her dreams had been crushed.

Gaby met Nate when she was 18 and relationship which eventually turned fairly toxic. A lot of fighting, more substance abuse, but they somehow managed to stay with each other.

In the midst of all that, her mom got a late stage cancer, and didn't tell Gaby until it was too late. She passed, and Gaby fell into another deep hole with drugs.

She eventually got completely clean by 27 and started to work at the Apex Gun Range. It wasn't her dream job, but it was something she could learn and something she could do. Stayed there ever since.

Headcanons:

Goes by Gaby or Gabs

Wanted to work at NASA and become an astronaut eventually, it was her big dream

Lives with her dad, so that she could take care of him, though has some help from the neighbours as well

Wears her dad's watch all the time

Loves to sing but doesn't do it in front of people

Loves coffee, you will always see her with some form of coffee in her hand

[neighboursdaily]

Eve Morey as Sonya Rebecchi & Rebekah Elmaloglou as Terese Willis NEIGHBOURS (1985 - ) Episode 7281 (2016)

[freya-hudson]

@gabyharrisonx

[nathaniel-donovan]

with: @gabyharrisonx

After picking Gaby up and making his way back over to his self-storage unit, Nate parked up in front of it and soon got out of his truck, unlocking and in turn he pulled the roll-up door as he continued talking, "Been saying it for years but I really need to fuckin' move." Nate was just attached to his apartment; hence his need to pay for a storage unit. Flipping on the light switch the darkened space at the back brightened up, there were cardboard boxes stacked, the metal shelving racks either side full of different items - mostly odd bits and tools he didn't have space for at home. As far as organisation goes it was fairly organised, and that was purely because of him needing floor space for the parts of a bike spread in the middle. "Think I've got everything, not hundred percent yet," he mentions casually as he made a small gesture towards where the project in question was, having already told Gaby on the drive over that it was a Knucklehead - one that he had bought off of a guy selling the Harley in pieces. "Know you're good with your hands," it was a subtle tease, "... you in?" Nate wanted to check, mostly because he knew it wasn't going to be a walk in the park and sure, he had a handful of people he could have asked, yet he wanted to spend time with Gaby especially as they were jumping from strangers to friends again.

[gabyharrisonx]

"Why?" After being picked up and being brought to his place, Gaby was taking her time to look around. "I feel it's kind of giving a homey vibe? You know what I mean?" Even though it was obviously cluttered, for her it felt that she could see Nate's life. They weren't the obvious things, it wasn't even pictures or anything like that. Even if it was junk, it was something he liked, maybe at that point. Or wanted to use or to try. For her, it felt like she was getting a little glimpse in the ten-year gap where they'd been strangers. Then again, maybe Gaby was just fucking weird. Which she absolutely was, but at least she wasn't voicing her thoughts out loud.

"I bet you a hundred bucks you don't have everything." She grinned, now making her way to where Nate was and looking at the bike. It was a pretty-looking thing, granted a bit old and definitely in need of a pimping session. At Nate's word, Gaby looked up at him and grinned, walking straight to him. "Oh, you've only got a glimpse of how good I am with my hands. I've gotten even better." She winked, as she brushed her shoulder past his chest, and went to look at the bike from the other side. "Oh, I'm definitely in. This looks like fun! Though... How good are your hands?"

[freya-hudson]

"Lilith?" she repeated back instantly, tone completely judging the comparison to start with. "Yeah because selling flowers will do that." she teased in response to her Satan and power comment, only rolling her eyes in a light jest as she does so. "Would you?" get a sugar daddy that was, "Can you imagine all the bills you'd get paid off though, like... seems easy." she chuckled, purely joking and speaking with no serious intent, Freya definitely wasn't the type to go out and seek any kind of daddy.

"Ugh, it is." she groaned lightly. "You know I actually think it's because we broke that mirror a few years ago? Do you remember?" she asked just to jog Gaby's memory. "Helping mom? Isn't it six or seven years bad luck? So before we're forty we should be fine." not that she actually believed that, it was merely something to use as an excuse.

[gabyharrisonx]

"Honestly, I think I've lived a relationship that feels like lasted a few life times for me. I feel getting into anything else would just be a wasted effort." Effort that she didn't really want to make. Too many things in her life, too many things to explain, and she wasn't even in for that. "Maybe we can turn witches. The movie with Sandra Bullock and Tom Cruize's ex wife? The red head? Yeah, that life. I'd be down for that. Because with the mirror curse and all? We're all set." She grinned. "Actually, tell me what you think is your ideal man. Tell me, so I could tell you how fucking wrong you actually are. But go ahead. I'm curious now."

[nathaniel-donovan]

[couple of hours later]

Nate: Are you busy? Need to pick your brain.

[gabyharrisonx]

Gaby: I could lend you my brain, sure. You need a phone call or should I appear somewhere?

[nathaniel-donovan]

Nate: 😂

[gabyharrisonx]

Gaby: [✓seen]

[nathaniel-donovan]

Nate: You ok then?

[gabyharrisonx]

Gaby: Shouldn't I be?

[nathaniel-donovan]

Nate: Should I not be?

[gabyharrisonx]

Gaby: You never know. Gaby: Didn't need an ouija board, so that's nice.

[gabyharrisonx]

Text || @nathaniel-donovan

Gaby: You good?

[freya-hudson]

"You think?" she chuckled at the mere thought at what Gaby had said. "I could totally be a Sabrina." Freya followed on as she tilted her head either side lightly, as if weighing up that entire option for herself. "Wow expensive ramen, really giving it your all there." she teased lightly as she laughed, despite the sarcasm she was one hundred percent appreciative and would no doubt take Gaby up on that. "Wish your luck would rub off on me, honestly, the other day I bought mom a scratchcard and she won something - I never do, I mean.. what's that actually about? Might have to start manifesting something because I'll go home later and I'll trip up the stairs, for nothing."

[gabyharrisonx]

"Sabrina the teenage witch?" Gaby scoffed and rolled her eyes. "More like like a Lilith. Take over the world and damn Satan just because you want the power." Or maybe that was also Gaby's wishful thinking for her best friend not to go for married men again. Totally her choice, of course, but Gaby could hope. It wasn't as if she wasn't going to support her even if she came home and told her she brutally murdered someone. "Get a sugar daddy if you want expensive dinners, please."

With how things had went, they really were one of the lucky ones. A few things flying around and a loss of flowers was nothing compared to some other people. Also, Gaby herself was lucky that her house was fine, that her dad didn't decide to wonder outside the moment the storm picked up. Yes, this time, she really thought she got all the luck. "Manifesting is such effort though. You have to sit down, focus your thoughts and all that. Coudln't things jsut happen? Some people get that, so why not us? What makes them so different, huh?"

[freya-hudson]

"No that's.." she laughed softly as she shook her head, "..okay, I've got a couple of weddings this month, October's a big one so I'm guessing I can balance it all out with those and sales in between." Freya had worked out if she was strict she could still keep herself afloat and make up for the loses she had had. "I'm doing okay online," meaning with her cosmetics, "and Christmas I never sleep to get everything done so I'm probably going to be counting on that." it was what it was, after all, nobody could plan for sandstorm. "Might only be able to cook us noodles when you come over, but..." she was joking, "You doing good though?"

[gabyharrisonx]

"Weddings?" She asked, but really quickly started to laugh. "For a second I forgot you're a florist and kind of decided you're a con-artist. Which I still kind of would see it, you know? Changing your name, marrying some rich guy just to get his money and the disappearing from his life magically in a plane crash or something. I feel like you'd fit the role." She teased, but nodded her head soon after. At least Freya didn't lose her spirits, which was good. "Please. If you need food, you just come over. I'll cook you a feast, or maybe at least the more expensive ramen. So you could really taste the rich and wealthy." At least the whole town wasn't buried under sand, which was a plus. "I was actually God's favourite and therefore - not even a scratch."

[melissatherstone]

"Parts, yeah, we still sell 'em," gesturing behind him, towards the doors where just beyond lay piles of cars that formed the Junkyard that Rori had inherited and offered to him in turn. Leaning back on the counter, arms crossing his over his chest, he offered a nod in the way of hello. The place was a mess, and he knew it. From the look on the woman's face, though, this wasn't news to her. The old owner had kept things in some...kind of order, but Andrés hadn't figured out the system yet—if there even was one. "You’ll have to tell me what you’re lookin’ for, though. And it might take me...uh, a minute to y'know — find it because...I'm still figuring this place out, if I'm being honest."

Reaching around to his desk, he picked up a pen and pad — he didn't really know why he even did that, his mind worked just fine but maybe he was trying to appear like a man who knew how the fuck to run this place. Because he did, in sort. In the corner, an old radio cranked out some shitty music one of the guys had left on before going back to work. "You got an idea of the parts, or models, too?"

[gabyharrisonx]

"Ah, good." She smiled and placed her bag on one of the chairs, which was unoccupied. "Can I?" She asked, gesturing to the place. "I know my way round like the back of my hand, so it would be easier for me to just look for things. You could follow me around if you think I might steal something." One of the nurses who looked after her father had something off with her car, so Gaby had offered to look into it and fix it for free. For all the work she had done over the years, and besides, Gaby enjoyed it. "I need an exhaust manifold. The one's that in the car right now is absolutely butchered." She added, to explain more to the new owner of the joint.

"No, usually I just see what you've got here and then pick the best one. Not really one to order or go for fancy stuff. The car I'm fixing isn't fancy itself, so."

[gabyharrisonx]

@freya-hudson

"Are you sure you're gonna be fine?" Sure, flowers could grow, but wasn't it all about them now? Good thing it wasn't everything and playing catch the rose stems in the sand with her face only half covered, while the sand got into her thought wasn't her ideal for an evening. "How many feed pics will you have to do to cover the damages? Want me to shoot a gun at anyone? Could always plan a bank robbery of some sort? What do you think?"

[melissatherstone]

FOR: @gabyharrisonx WHEN: August 24' WHERE: Pick-A-Part. Int. Reception.

Andrés was stood at the front desk, a place he should've never been allowed. Whose genius idea was it to get sick over the weekend? Albeit, the damage that had wrecked what should've been a lovely weekend had caused some nasty coughs. Damn fuckin' sand. Knocking over a pot of pens, as a few choice curse words fell from moving lips, he was reaching for the bull point, the noise level increasing, a constant hum of cars being trashed, and crushed, taken apart bit by bit (It was in the name, honestly) but it was loud. However, the jingle of the front doorbell had his head snapping up. Great, fuck, perfect.

Customers.

"Good mornin', ma'am, welcome to pick-a-part."

[gabyharrisonx]

With a business card in hand, Gaby made her way into the place. She had known the old owner of the place, as she did visit them quite often, but the new thing? Well, there was nothing really to know about them. She didn't need them to fix anything for her. No, she could very much do it herself. Which was exactly why she was there in the first place.

"Hey." She offered the man a soft smile. "I know you guys are new here, but just came to see..." Her eyes looked around the place, wondering if they really changed a lot of the things there. "Yeah, basically I used to get parts here, but don't need for you to fix anything. So was just wondering if you'd still be willing to sell me parts, or if I need to find a new place."

[nathaniel-donovan]

It was almost on cue that he started to walk out of the clubhouse the second the beeping from the car got louder, a noise that only made him shake his head with a light show of laughter as he spied and then walked towards Gaby's car. There was a comment made from behind him - who'd you fuck off now, Donovan. One of which that had Nate turning around, now walking backwards so he faced them just to give a lift of his arms - a silent yet amused don't know, before facing forwards again as he reached the vehicle.

Opening the passenger door he doesn't get in, no, he ducked his head just to look into the car - look at Gaby - with his right arm resting along the top of the door. There's a moment in which he doesn't say anything, yet eventually he suppressed his chuckle as he grinned. "You still pissed off?" considering she had called him Joseph - his middle name that she only ever used to use when she was annoyed.

[gabyharrisonx]

The beeping only stopped when he opened the car door and even then, when he didn't say anything, neither did she. Instead, Gaby just looked at him, her eyes narrowing, still deciding what she wanted to do with him. Technically, she wouldn't have minded stuffing his mouth with dollar bills, especially when he was grinning like that.

Yet, instead of all that, she took out her teddy bear candy which she had in her car and started chucking them at him. "Get in the car!" She threw another one but there one corner of her lips had curved into a small smile. "Get into the car before I decide to do something you certainly won't like." Another bear was thrown at the top of his head. "You're suuuch a motherfucker." He really knew how to push her buttons and, technically, he always had. She just didn't know he'd still be able to do it. "Imma count to five before I get out myself and tuck you in."

[mediademon]

Jennifer Lawrence in No Hard Feelings (2023)

[gabyharrisonx]

Where: At pin drop location With: @nathaniel-donovan

As she got into her car and started driving towards Nate's location fifteen minutes later, Gaby was still muttering under her breath. It was as if he was trying to get under her skin and that motherfucker was definitely succeeding. And yet, she was still set on doing things the way she wanted to, not letting him win in whatever this situation had been.

There was half a thought for her to stuff the money into his mouth and drive off, because why not? Gaby wasn't one to take things given to her lightly, and she surely didn't like owing things, especially money, to others. Call it one of the few principles she really stuck to.

Once she was outside, Gaby started beeping her carn horn - non stop, waiting until he got out and got into her car. The decision of exactly what she was going to do, was still up in the air.