i drove by a terrifying number of stars

spelling out the cold indifference of the universe; Eleanor Kim, 35, mechanic

[kimnellie]

( marie, 27, gmt-3, she/they) ✧ ⸻  hey, is that KIM GOEUN i saw going for a walk in SOUTHSIDE? no, it’s just ELEANOR KIM, a THIRTY-FIVE YEAR OLD year old MECHANIC AT THE SHOP from COYOTE VALLEY.  SHE identifies as FEMALE and BISEXUAL. they seem KIND HEARTED and GUARDED, always reminding me of the smell of blood on a punching bag, the sound of power tools and rainbows after storms. they’re most frequently seen at DEL ORO THEATRE going on about ROLLERSKATING WITH HER DAUGHTER, BOXING AND STUDYING MECHANICS and that’s okay because it’s been their thing for HER WHOLE LIFE. you’re going to love them! 

BASIC

Name: Eleanor Kim

Nickname: Nellie

Age: 35

Date of birth: Feb. 23 1990

Job: Mechanic at The Shop

PERSONALITY

A guarded person, Nellie almost never speaks what she truly thinks. Instead, she prefers to hide behind sarcasm or straight-up lies when asked her opinion. Nellie has a fifteen year old daughter, who means the world to her, and she would do anything for that child. Even learn how to skateboard, which she was previously very scared of. Nellie is also very kind, and tries to help anyone in need at all times, to her own detritement.

BIO

Nellie was born in Coyote Valley in 1990 to kind, but strict parents. She was a straight-A student for most of her life, safe for the moment she got into college, when things started going sour. For starters, she got a boyfriend, who was somewhat controlling of her at the time, and studying became harder and harder with the constant company she trapped herself with. Nellie got pregnant at age 20, with still a lot to go before graduating, and had to quit college to take care of her daughter. It was just her luck that The Shop was hiring apprentices at the time, and with her knowledge of mechanical engineering, things were a bit easier for her and she got hired for good. The boyfriend soon became her ex when he skipped town a few months into having a child, and since then, it's just her and her daughter, Amelia.

[bandleglass]

oh, god. the guilt hits quick, sharp—like biting down on something that isn't food. her groceries. her daughter. her time. her energy. it makes him want to shrink, to swallow himself whole, to insist he can just handle the damn thing alone and spare her the entanglement.

"maybe..." edwin's voice comes out softer than intended, frayed around the edges. "maybe i can leave the door open and i could bait it out with some food."

the idea hangs there as a meager, desperate, a flimsy peace offering to whatever tiny beast has claimed his car as its kingdom. he lists the possibilities as if reciting from a survival manual, eyes somewhere else. "peanut butter. nuts. seeds. fruit..."

[kimnellie]

Nellie went through her stuff in the bags distractedly, trying to match what the man was saying. She didn't have peanut butter, nor nuts, nor seeds, but she did have something. "Oh, I have an apple! Do you have a knife of some kind? Maybe if we cut it up, the rat will have an easier time smelling it." She said, with a smile.

[noctxrne]

THEO SHOOK HER HAND WITH A SMALL SMILE, “Theo, good to meet you as well.” At her question, he paused, leaning back a little. Thirty-nine wasn’t ancient, but it wasn’t exactly putting him in touch with high school playlists either. “What do the youths listen to these days…” he echoed, hand rubbing at the back of his neck as he mulled it over.. “I’m hardly a youth, but if I had to guess… something moody, maybe some hyperactive pop, and—” he cracked a grin, catching her eye “—surely not slow jazz.”

The idea came to him in a flash, and without a word, he was moving down the aisle towards the front of the shop, a finger gesturing for her to follow. “How about Olivia Rodrigo? Seems like she’s cornered the market on teen heartbreak anthems.”

[kimnellie]

Nellie gave a wide smile to the man. "I can hardly be considered a youth too, but my daughter is fifteen." She said. Amelia, as a contrast to Nellie itself, was an energetic fifteen year-old who liked dancing and was sometimes a little too rebellious. "Ah, Olivia Rodrigo! I've heard of that one. My daughter likes her a lot, actually. Do you have any more recommendations?"

[lxvesickone]

 ❝ ⸻ I couldn't agree with you more.. ❞ Cece laughed as she took one more sip of her drink before continuing.❝ You know you are very wise. I like that....❞ the young woman continued as she put down her drink.

[kimnellie]

Nellie chuckled sarcastically. Was she wise? She considered herself just jaded. The world had swept her off her feet in the worst ways possible, and now it was too late to turn back. "I don't know if I'm wise, but I did live a lot." She choose to say, simply. "I'm Nellie, by the way. Do you come here often?"

[andreacostc]

Andrea had grunted and sighed each day going up to the dog sitting task she'd begrundgedly accepted. Her neighbour was out of town but given that one time he'd come over when she'd set her microwave ablaze and prevented the whole building from going up in flames, she figured that she owed him one. The dog was cute, she'd give him that, and maybe she'd kind of fallen in love a little bit, but the fact that she had to be active on this little sleep was criminal. At least she thought until she felt the impact knock the wind out of her and almost knock her over. Luckily, the large dog had helped counter balance her and she remained upright, peering over the younger girl who had fallen to the ground. "I'm good. Is she okay? That was an hard knock." Probably because she'd been on roller blades and had worked up quite the speed. "She almost took me down with her but I think I'm fine."

[kimnellie]

Nellie first checked on Amelia, who said a small sorry before her eyes wondered over to the big dog next to the woman. "I'm really sorry. I told her to skate slower, but she never listens. I hope she didn't break anything of yours." Nellie helped Amelia get up, who instantly forgot all about the incident and asked if she could pet the big dog. To Nellie. Who could not have less of an answer. "Ah, I'm sorry, this is my daughter, Amelia. She seems to be more worried about the dog than with you. Is there anything I can do to makeup for almost knocking you down?"

[sierrasonnets]

Being on something of a hiatus or sabbatical from work Dante's days could be hard to fill, especially since his mind was a trove of negativity and there was too much to figure out. So, that meant in an effort to get out and stretch his legs a bit and clear up his mind he'd taken up going for walks. Usually at the park, occasionally he'd venture to the trails. Today it was just a simple stroll, hands in pockets, as he had a couple of errands to run in town afterward. Dante was distracted with some new business ideas formulating, maybe good enough to get him out of the hole and slum he'd been in, when a smaller body came colliding into his legs.

"Whoa there," he reached out instinctively as the girl fell backward, "you ok?" Crystal blue eyes peered up at the likeness that proved this had to be the mother and he nodded at first. "I'm good, yeah. If I hadn't been so distracted I could've and should've gotten out of her way. She's ok, yeah?"

[kimnellie]

Nellie nodded worringly, still checking to see if there were any bruises on Amelia. But the girl whispered a small sorry (she was shy around strangers) got up and started skating away, in an attempt to hide the fact she'd become red as a tomato. "I think she's fine, just a bit embarrassed." Nellie herself said, trying to force on a smile as she looked at her daughter once again being a little too fast for comfort. "Listen, I am really sorry. Is there anything that I can do for you? Did you break anything, dirty anything...? I told her to skate slower, but she never listens."

[noctxrne]

THEO CAUGHT THE NAME AS IT LEFT HER LIPS, already moving towards the alternative section. Lord Huron. Solid choice. He tried to keep the store accessible to new listeners, whilst also streamlining the various sounds. When at all possible, artists of the same genre were kept in adjacent rows to those with similar sounds. Florence and the Machine was kept near Bat for Lashes, and so on.

“I can do you one better,” he offered with a crooked half-smile, “I’m the owner.” Nodding towards the record she’d mentioned, he thumbed through the next rack over to find a different sleeve. “If you like them, you might like this album. His style is very similar.” The cover of Gregory Alan Isakov’s The Weatherman stood out against the other, darker albums in the section, a dusty sepia-tone with a man holding a large, weather balloon. “Can I help you find anything in particular?”

[kimnellie]

Nellie smiled. If he was the owner, he certainly could help her find something Amelia might like. Or at least something she might not hate as much as the one time she put on some Pearl Jam to listen while she cooked dinner. "Ah, the owner. Nice to meet you." She extended her hand. "I'm Nellie." She took a look at the record the man extended to her. She smiled. It, in fact, looked like something she'd like, the entire vibe of the cover being somewhat a depressing tone. Just what she enjoyed. She held it in her hands with the other album she'd picked. "This sounds nice, but I'm looking for something for my daughter. She's 15. What do the youths listen to, these days?" She said, in a joking manner.

[noctxrne]

STARTER FOR: open! (0/4) @coyotestarters​​​​ LOCATION: clocktower records

TWO MONTHS AND IT HAD FINALLY ARRIVED. The custom walnut record cabinet he’d ordered, complete with space for twin turntables. He’d spent the better part of an hour putting it together, and another twenty minutes determining which records to display. A limited press of Hozier’s latest album had just come in, but then again, there was the King Gizzard record — and maybe someone would be more inclined to take it home if they gave it a listen. For posterity’s sake, he loaded both.

Theo had never dreamt of running a business. Even a year ago, he might’ve laughed at the prospect. Working a dead-end job in a city that was at its happiest when it was stamping the light out of young creatives. The record shop was his atonement for a decade stuck in the system, a fumbling play to bring music back into people’s lives. He had a section for everyone, each shelf meticulously arranged by genre and alphabetized. Headphones hung at the ready on a hook nearby, prepared for whoever might approach the newly completed listening station. 

He glanced over his shoulder, catching the eye of someone flipping through the racks. “Well, what do you think?” he asked, tossing the hammer down onto the instruction booklet. “Worth all the noise?”

[kimnellie]

Nellie smiled, going through the vynils one by one. She was looking for something for her daughter, though getting constantly lost upon the many titles she wasn't familiar with. Having a daughter meant she was constantly knowledgeable about the current trends, but that didn't mean she remembered everything that the teenager said about everything she kept up with. "It is definitely worth the noise. There's so much... Stuff here. Oh, look. Lord Huron." That was one of the few bands that Amelia had introduced her to hoping she would like it, and the girl had been right about that one. "Do you work here?" She asked, shyly.

[kimnellie]

Open starter

Where: the park

Nellie still hated roller skating to this day, but Amelia liked it too much, and her being a teenager in that phase where everything with mom was too embarrassing, she made an effort to do anything that she liked. So there she was once again, at the park, trying to balance on wheels. Amelia was having the most fun, while Nellie's knees still trembled a little bit here and there. "Don't go too fast." She ordered, earning and a disgruntled grunt from Amelia. As the girl turned around to show her tongue with a smile on her face, she immediately bumped into someone, falling right back on the ground. Nellie panicked a little for two reasons, and immediately went there to check on Amelia, the first concern. Then came the second. "Are you okay?" She asked the person.

[lxvesickone]

❧  ˚ · . 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 for ( 0/4 ) characters; @coyotestarters

location ⎯⎯ the siren

time ⎯⎯ late afternoon.

 ❝ ⸻ Doesn't falling in love with a cute boy at a coffee shop sound really nice but all I see is more fuck boys who want to use a girl and manipulate them... ❞ Cece muttered to herself before taking another shot before seeing someone else was sitting nearby. ❝ Oh I didn't see you there, sorry for my rambling. Don't mind me.....❞ the young woman continued as she wrapped her fingers around the glass and picked it up to toss it back herself. Cece usually was one to keep her thoughts to herself but when she was drinking that was the exception.

[kimnellie]

Drinking at The Siren wasn't Nellie's usual thing, but Amelia was at a sleepover at friend's house, and there was nothing better to do on a Saturday night. She was quietly sipping a beer when the woman started talking, seemingly at random, but a little to Nellie. She wasn't one to be unkind, so instead of completely ignoring the girl, she smiled instead. "I think romance is dead by this point." She said, simply, taking a sip of her beer once again.

[xmarlboronights]

𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑵 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 : 4/4

»» ⸻ late morning on a downtown sidewalk

»» ⸻ with anyone! @coyotestarters

     Truck parked at the curb with the intention to go inside and grab a few things before he headed to the ridge, Rocco left the windows down for Chelsea, his German Shephard Dog and companion, as he usually did when he made a stop somewhere. Nine times out of ten she came along with him just about anywhere and she was a good girl, curious and friendly with people while minding herself all the same. With a person here and there making a pass by along the sidewalk she'd sit patiently yet attentively in the passenger seat and watch them go by while Rocco grabbed something out of his bag he'd earlier placed in the bed of the truck.

When someone walked a little closer to the truck Chelsea popped her head out of the window. Not aggressively, just letting them know she was there, and maybe a tad too curious. ❝ ⸻ No worries, you're good, ❞ Rocco stated to the person, ❝ she won't bite unless you try to get in that truck without permission. ❞ There was a grin on his face, warm and pleasant, friendly enough to invite conversation while quietly letting them know the dog was in watch mode. ❝ What's up, you need help with anything—I didn't box you in, did I? ❞ Pointer gestured ahead indicating the car in front of his.

[kimnellie]

Nellie was just walking through on the way back from the gym when the dog curiously put its head out of the window. Now, Nellie wasn't specifically afraid of dogs, but of a big german shepperd? She released a small whimper upon the sight, and stopped dead in her tracks. She then laughed a little at herself when the man explained to her that the dog was mostly harmless. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I got so scared all of sudden." She chuckled. "No worries, I was just walking back to my house when this cutie scared me."

[bandleglass]

open starter: 0/4. @coyotestarters where: in a parking lot.

inconvenient things happen all the time: a shoelace coming undone, a phone gasping on 2% with the charger three rooms away, a coffee lid that looks secure until it baptizes your shirt in public. annoying, sure. manageable.

but this—this is a new layer of hell.

edwin shuffles in the narrow strip of space between his car and the other's, pops open the driver's door, then slams it shut without so much as leaning in. his top teeth briefly snag his bottom lip, grim, like bracing for impact that hasn't come yet.he pivots slowly, turning to the stranger who's just about to slide into their own car. there's no ceremony to it, no softening.

"there's a rat in my car," edwin announces. matter-of-fact. mostly to himself, but also as an explanation for why he's standing here instead of driving away like a normal person.

fuck—he's going to have to get it out. and god help him, he might actually need this person to help him bait the thing.

[kimnellie]

Amelia was already at that age when she didn't wanna hold hands anymore, and that was fine. What wasn't fine was that she kept walking ahead, trying to do as little as possible with all the groceries, leaving Nellie to carry a mountain of plastic bags she surely didn't feel like carrying either.

As she was passing by a man, she heard what he said and stopped dead in her tracks. "Amelia, stop!" she yelled, vaguely, and saw the teenager stop too and turn around, already rolling her eyes. "What can I do to help?" she asked. Nellie wasn't afraid of rats ever since and infestation in her house got her to actually deal with a truly absurd amount of rats, but she had a feeling the man beside her might be. "Maybe I can use something here to get it to leave your car." she said, going through one her shopping bags.

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