Selina Evans

34 Race Car Driver and mechanic Owns Evans Limited Auto Repair The Rebels, Rebels' Road Captain "What type of girl are you?" The type of girl who likes the smell of wet gasoline and burnt rubber.

[boutella]

[wishfulromancing]

[petrolhead-rebel]

andreskills‌:

     “Ah–and you’ve got something better, mami?” Truth be told–and the truth wasn’t often told–Andres hadn’t taken a particular offense to her flippant remark. He had many cars, whether legal or stolen, bunched up in his lot. This was but a straw in his haystack.

     … Then again, he wasn’t going to let her get away with it. That would polish up his dirty reputation.

     He climbed out, kicking the door shut behind him, “Someone who has such a big talk should be able to back it up.”

Selina actually rolled her eyes at his question and the statement that followed. The thing that made her confident was she wasn’t just blowing hot air; she knew what cars moved the best, what cars had the most power... had the special quality it took to win. This car in front of her was none of those thing. “Yes, I’ve got several that are better,” she confirmed, thinking of her babies safely locked up in her garage. “Oh I have big talk because I have the goods to back it up.”

[petrolhead-rebel]

jcvicrs‌:

“You seem to a know a thing or two about cars, I see.” Javier didn’t mean to join the woman, not really. He was out here for a smoke, his pack in hand along with the lighter, when he heard her comment about the flashy vehicle that just passed them by. He sauntered over to the woman, nodding to her. “A cereal box with wheels…certainly not a good thing, is that?” 

Selina shrugged her shoulders at his remark before adding, “I tend to know more than most,” she confirmed. She didn’t think she was being cocky, it was a fact, especially since she had been around cars for what was approaching 20 years. “No, it’s really not... tends to be awkward to drive.” She raised her glass to her lips and took a sip. 

[petrolhead-rebel]

charlie-venturi‌:

Charlie was coming in a bit late, but she had papers to finish and reading to do before coming here. With the Wolves back in town, her investigation was changing and getting heavier. The Rebels were bound to make some kind of move soon and Charlie was ready. It was always a challenge, to separate herself from her undercover assignment, to remember that this was not supposed to be her life for real. “ What do you have against boxes on wheels? Don’t tell me you’re all about that new Tesla mess. ”

Selina turned to the girl who asked her a question before rolling her eyes at the mention of a Tesla; it would never be her thing. As innovative as they were, she would pick a vintage muscle car over one any day. “Boxes on wheels aren’t aerodynamic to get any real speed. Useless for someone like me. As for Teslas... well, they’re just boring if you ask me.” 

[petrolhead-rebel]

carlislewagner‌:

Carlisle wasn’t too steady on his feet to begin with – the drinks inside had been stronger than expected – and having to suddenly dodge a drink almost made him loose his balance. This, combined with the look on her face and her exasperated excuse forced a laugh out of him for the first time in what felt like ages. “Then I understand the sudden violence,” he smiled, having steadied himself enough to take a few more steps closer to her. “I’m so sorry I scared you, Lina, are you okay?”

Selina let out a sigh when she realised Carlisle hadn’t changed much at all from the 19 year old she once had know. She didn’t move as he took a few steps closer to her but she held her ground for the time being. “You came back, after all this time,” she stated. She had been gone for a while too; competing in racing and things so she understood the need to get away.

[petrolhead-rebel]

genchenier‌:

“Drinking alone is not half as fun. Plus you’d miss the chance to throw a few punches when this turns sour.” Where was Russ? Anywhere near a bottle, that was for sure. It was definitely too early for him to be passed out somewhere. “Probably getting very unlucky with some poor girl.”

“Well you know fine well my aim would be better than the men doing the fighting,” she remarked, shaking her head at the notion. She had to admit; she didn’t want to miss out on all of the action. Selina tilted her head as she considered Gen’s response, “Sounds like him... hope the girl had her latest shots”. She of course, was only teasing mostly.

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Anne Hathaway

[craigfernandez]

[rpmusings-galore]

                                     ‘ please, love me ‘

                    but, those words catch in my throat. 

                            you deserve so much more, so much better

                                           than these jagged pieces

                                      these shards of what i used to be

                                                 because, in the end, 

                                        they will only  [ cut ]  you down

                                            && you deserve… BETTER

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[petrolhead-rebel]

carlislewagner‌:

For several seconds he studied her as she studied the car, the curve of her face, her dark hair in the slight breeze, her body as she leaned to take a closer look. He had noticed her immediately, although he was unsure who exactly he was looking at. Then she rolled her eyes, and he knew. He wanted to laugh, and his brother’s voice echoed in his head. ‘Oh, and Evans turned out to be fucking gorgeous, I’m telling you, you wouldn’t recognise her.’ But Carlisle did recognise her, how couldn’t he?

“And here I thought everyone agreed on that it’s the inside that counts…”

Selina froze when she heard the voice, it was so familiar and yet, the only person she had known in the last 20 years to have it, was dead. It made her heart heave as she turned to face the source of the voice. The face that greeted her made her yelp and throw her drink at him. It must have missed his head by mere millimetres. It was then as she stared in shock that she realised who it was. “Holy shit... I thought you were Casimir,” she stammered, hardly an excuse but she was still processing the sight. 

[petrolhead-rebel]

genchenier‌:

“High expectations for tonight, don’t you think? The prodigal son is back in town and throwing a party. You’d been better off on mars tonight if you didn’t want to hear about them.” It had been some sweet months, not seeing any of the wolves around. But there had been the brotherhood and they had still not delivered what they promised. Not that Gen minded that Roberto or Mateo were dead. That was good for them. But she refused to stand by while the frat boys ran things. “We should get Russ to start a fight or something so I can jump the bar and steal a few bottles.”

“Mars... or my shop, both are places where I’d get some peace and quiet,” she told her, only half joking. She turned her attention to the crowd before a smirk crossed her face at Gen’s suggestion, “Oh now you’re speaking my language... where is that idiot anyway?” 

[petrolhead-rebel]

Cruella, Boo, Simba

Cruella: Something you really want but you aren't allowed to have.

“You know, it’s weird because I’ve had people try to stop me from getting or doing what I want before and I’ve told them where to go. I don’t see that ever changing so I’d day there’s not really something I want but am not allowed to have. Maybe a settled life if we’re going deep on this.”

Boo: A childhood hero.

“My grandfather has always been my hero. He may have died in the 60s but he is the reason I have such a fire in me and all I want to do is make him proud.”

Simba: Something a parent has taught you.

“Well considering I’m estranged from my parents, it’s hard to say... But, in a way they taught me how important it is to listen and to believe in people’s dreams and not hold them back. And they taught me that because they did none of those things.”

[petrolhead-rebel]

Vega, Andromeda, Pulsar

Vega: What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t? 

“I don’t think you should ever regret anything. Because regretting things make it seem like it wasn’t all worth it when, most of the time, it is.”

Andromeda: Do you consider yourself social? 

“To a point... Although, I have literally no tolerance for stupidity or fake people so that rules me out of wanting to go to pretty much every party.”

Pulsar: What do you hope to do in the next 10 years? 

“Get back into international racing. I want more Le Mans titles under my belt and of course other endurance racing. I might head back to NASCAR at some stage too, I gotta remind them who’s boss.”

[petrolhead-rebel]

Cigar Galaxy: How’s your flirting skills?

“I’ve been known to flirt my way to a free drink and that’s really all that matters.”

[petrolhead-rebel]

deputycooper‌:

@eodstarters

The music was already giving him a headache. 

Henry felt old tonight. Defeated, always, but especially old tonight. He had two drinks – straight whiskey, quick and easy – and he was finished with that. He wasn’t on duty, but his gun still rested on his hip and he wanted to be prepared in case shit went haywire. Which he knew, eventually, it would. Everyone was playing nice, the air felt light, and it was hell of a homecoming party for the Wolves. The vibe was soon change, he knew, and he wasn’t sure if his old man bones could take it anymore.

Stepping outside the entrance, he scooted off to the side and lit a cigarette. With his sister gone and out of town, there was no one to harp on him anymore for smoking. No public to deem his actions unworthy. Just him and the cold, harsh truth of– “Shit,” he muttered, searching his pockets for the second time, “do I really not have a lighter? Are you joking?” 

Selina was perched on a small table outside the bar, her legs dangling as a cigarette hung from her lips. The end lit up as she inhaled softly before two fingers caught the stick so she could blow out the smoke. She wasn’t good at the airs and graces that parties like this required; she was just too good at telling people what she thought of them to their face. 

When she heard someone exit the building, she didn’t even turn in their direction, until she heard them curse. A half smile moved over her face as she turned, holding out her own lighter, “Here. I wouldn’t want to discourage smoking or anything,” she quipped.