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georgie-mayes:

Georgie gave a smirk, giving Emily room to look at the engine. She nodded as she listened, wiping her hands on her jeans. “And we haven’t talked until now? That’s ridiculous.”

Finished ogling the engine for the time being, Emily sat back slightly, finally giving in to the desire to give Georgie a very slow once over. Of course as she had already noted, she was absolutely smoking- despite of or perhaps more so due to her dirty work clothes. “Absolutely.” She agreed with a smirk of her own. “So what would I have to do to convince you to show me this thing in action? I’d like to see your car too, if possible.”

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itszanderchurchill:

“Well, I would disagree with that. I believe that there is a fair few in he world to trust. The issue is finding them. Rather, taking the time to find them,” he said which was followed by a light, noncommittal shrug. His lip twitched in the corner, pulling slightly back into a smile as he asked, “Was there something about me that made me suspicious to you or is that just a blanket…thing?” He chuckled. “It is very nice to meet you as well. Echolls, you said? I believe I have heard that name somewhere.”

Letting out an uncomfortable, somewhat incredulous sounding laugh, Emily nodded. Optimists were optimists, she had learned, and there was no use trying to convince them even if she had the desire to pop the happy little bubble they existed in. “Nah dude, wasn’t you. Just my not as cheerful view of the world.” Raising her water bottle to her lips, she nodded. “My dad does TV shows, my older sister is a professor here, and my twin sister used to be the Zeta sorority president. I’ve heard the name Churchill too, but I’m assuming no relation to Winston.”

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jonascabrero:

“I totally am,” He admitted, not a hint of shame lacing his tone. Jonas knew he was bad at pretty much everything, but he loved that living in California meant he could blame his ignorance on recreational pot. “I totally am,” He repeated. “Put that on my grave, bruh.” 

“The only way I’m going to give a fuck about your grave is if I personally put you in it, which given how annoying you seem currently is not entirely out of the realm of possibility.” Emily said flatly. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was even still speaking to him, except she didn’t really have anything better to do at the moment, and her entire life anymore consisted of finding somewhat amusing ways to kill time. 

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elizabethecholls:

Elizabeth eyed her sister silently in return, accepting the water bottle she’d been handed without so much as a second thought. Even without Emily’s grimace, Liz knew in her heart that the bottle wasn’t filled with water before she brought the burning liquid to her own lips. “Jesus, Em,” Elizabeth hissed as she handed the bottle back. “What is that? Gasoline? I’m trying to pretend dad’s not here, not forget that I have a father entirely.” 

“Everclear, so yeah basically. Don’t be ungrateful, Liz.” Emily said with no malice behind it, squinting into the California sun as she went to screw the lid back on the bottle, hesitated, took another gulp, and put it away. “Even Elisha took a couple of shots. I was fuckin’ amazed. Welcome back to town, by the way.”

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georgie-mayes:

She’d seen Emily around their F.A.C.E. meetings but rarely made conversation with her. Tugging her tank top strap up again, she gave a smirk of pride. “1971. I did. She’s nearly complete too.” Her eyes grazed along Emily’s form, “You know cars?” 

“Kind of.” Emily shrugged nonchalantly, moving to peer into the engine as well. A part of her brain was demanding to know why she hadn’t made any kind of pass towards the gorgeous grease streaked mechanic, but at the current moment she was much too invested in seeing if the engine was a G6 or a G8. “I have a black 1970′s Chevelle, and to be honest I exported a lot of the work she needed done- just because I don’t know a ton about restorative mechanics- but I know enough to upkeep my own and fix some minor problems- and I do love old cars.”

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jonascabrero:

“Thanks for the input, Queen Edgelord.” Jonas groaned from where he was still contorted on the ground. He was well aware he looked like a dumbass–he frequently did. “That’s the first time anyone’s ever told me I was doing something right, though.”

Narrowing her eyes slightly at his comment, Emily sneered. It wasn’t anything she hadn’t heard before, but she didn’t appreciate it any more than she ever had. “I’m sure it is, Lord Stoner Frat Fuck. You seem the type to fuck up a lot.”

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itszanderchurchill:

He clicked his tongue and then held out his hand. “I should fix that then. My name is Zander. There, now you know me. However, I will still respect your wishes. I do understand your hesitations; you cannot trust just anyone with medicine, no?”

Taking his hand after a moment’s pause, Emily offered a tense, somewhat flat smile. “I’m Emily Echolls.” She murmured. “And yeah, you can’t just trust anyone period, but medicine especially are a little touchy, and I’m more of a suspicious bitch than most. Nice to meet you Zander.”

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elizabethecholls:

“–I just want to know what poor, simple person’s terrible decision making skill put my dad on the baking contest’s judge panel…And why they hate me.” 

Wordlessly, Emily shook the Everclear she’d poured into a large water bottle at the beginning of the day, doing a quick shot with a grimace before handing it off to her sister. She was willing to share, in emergency situations such as this.

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georgie-mayes:

Georgie heard footsteps but assumed they were just passing by. When feet appeared in her peripheral she glanced up from the hood of her car. “Remember the rule: you can look but not touch. Ever.” 

Reaching down the retrieve the cigarette that had fallen from her mouth during her gawping, Emily grinned. She looked again over the absolute beauty of the custom muscle car in front of her, shaking her head. “No worries, wsn’t planning on it. What year is she? Did you fix her up yourself?”

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gracexonxfire:

“Please. Like I’d hold a bottle of fucking tylenol over someone’s head. I’m sure as fuck not that petty of a person.” Sliding the bottle away, the leggy brunette gave a shrug and sipped her own coffee. “Well, you can’t say a bitch never tried to help.”

“Well, a bitch doesn’t know you and didn’t ask for your fucking help.” Emily scoffed, gathering her things and walking away from the other girl. “Thanks for the nosy fucking concern.”

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jonascabrero:

“Am I–” Jonas grunted, his legs moving oddly behind his head as he tried to still himself. “Am I doing this shit right, or?” 

“What shit?” Emily questioned blandly, speaking for the first time from where she’d been watching the stranger in silent judgement for the past thirty seconds or more. “Trying to look like a dumbass? Because you’re definitely doing that right.”

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xlittlexcharlie:

For all the flatness of Emily’s smile, Charlie’s was brightly and beaming, seemingly unphased by the other girl’s dull tone and expressions. There was enough there for her to read and that was alright, she was used to people who were more cynical than she, and it didn’t bother her. She most definitely didn’t judge or anything about it. “Well, I mean, it changes everytime that I dream about it, but my favourite it someplace quite, maybe near a lake and on a little plot of land that I can have a tiny farm on. Harvest my own eggs and maybe have a horse or two. I just want someplace warm and inviting, where anyone could come to and just feel at home.” 

Really, everything she wanted in her happiest imaginings was everything exactly opposite than she’d had growing up.

Blinking as she took another hit Emily shook her head, smiling a little. It was- cute. Like something a little kid would dream or something. Innocent. “That was so sweet it just gave me a damn toothache.” Emily chuckled a little despite herself. “But it sounds nice. Not really my style or my scene, but nice. Sounds like a place where cut throat lawyer types and movie stars and shit would love. ’Getting away from it all’.” She said, using finger quotes.

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gracexonxfire:

“Hey, I wasn’t trying to sell anything. Did you hear me give you a pitch? I was just saying. I don’t know if you wanted anything or not, because honestly, by looking at you I wouldn’t have been surprised.” Rolling her eyes at the attitude turned to her, Grace’s own tone was nonchalant, obviously not put off at all by the rudeness turned toward her. Digging in her bag, it was a bottle of extra strength tylenol she pulled from it. tossing it to the table in front of the other girl. She’d just bought it for herself, hadn’t even opened it yet, but she had more at home. “You’re welcome.”

“Okay, sure.” Emily said sarcastically, holding her fingers up in a classic ‘ok’ sign. Honestly, she wasn’t sure why she was being such a dick- having the flu aside- she had nothing against someone trying to make a living in whatever way they needed to. “We can totally pretend you weren’t just sending out feelers to see if I used.” Grabbing the bottle the minute it hit the table, Emily lobbed it back for the other girl to catch. “Can’t take Tylenol with the medicine I already took, and I don’t like owing people shit. Thanks anyway.”

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xlittlexcharlie:

Laughing brightly, Charlie gave a little nod, though she couldn’t buy the bitchy way that she figure Emily was trying to come off. No one who went into social work could be that bad of a person. With the lack of income from it, and the hardships that would undoubtably come with it, she had to be an at least somewhat selfless person. The system and social workers had been part of her life as long as she could remember, and if it hadn’t been for the one they’d had through her childhood, her siblings and herself would have been split up early on. She may never even have known them. 

Blinking from her thoughts at the question turned toward her, Charlie gave a little shrug and reached down to pluck a few blades of grass to roll through her fingers. “Well… I love to cook, and I’ve always had a knack at taking nothing and turning into something good. It’s my dream to have my own bed and breakfast some day. Besides, a bad day can always be brightened with good food, right?”

Emily nodded thoughtfully as she brought her cigarette to her lips, inhaling deeply before blowing the smoke out her nostrils like a dragon. (She needed to fucking quit, but that seemed unlikely. Besides- what was the point? Not like she was going to be around long enough to get lung cancer.) Food had always been iffy for Emily- she was a notoriously picky eater even before her diagnosis and anymore she ended up throwing up at least a few meals a week due to the food not sitting right with her fickle stomach. 

Still, she wasn’t a big enough dick to look at Charlie with her earnest attitude and fucking cardigan and tell her that. Instead she smiled- a little flatly since it seemed to be the only way she was able to anymore- and nodded. “Yeah, that sounds awesome. So where are you thinking for this place? Here in sunny Cali? Upstate New York for those bougie bitches who want to see the leaves change color or whatever the shit? Or have you even thought that far ahead?”

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ionejones:

“S’right. Or Helen Mirren if you get a shoddy counterfeit,” Ione quipped, weighing the woman’s question with a soft snort at her own foolishness. “I’ve been here since the start of the year, actually. I’m just slow to the start when it comes to sorting my priorities, I suppose. ‘Aven’t used much coin since I’ve been here. Didn’t see the rush in it.” 

Emily’s eyes widened as she caught Ione’s reference. “I fucking love that show! It’s so stupid.” She exclaimed with a grin, excitedly offering Ione her fist to bump before she continued. “I guess that makes sense though- I don’t carry much cash myself. Never know when you’re going to get mugged or some shit.”

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gracexonxfire:

“Hell, aren’t they almost one and same? I mean, one obviously lasts longer but they both feel like fucking death.” Smirking a little Grace gave a chuckle at the tone turned toward her and took a sip from her spiked coffee. “I don’t have either of those things, but depending on what you’re into, I might have other things that could help you.”

“They sure do.” Emily responded, annoyance creeping into her tone as she turned to glare at the stranger, whose random opinion she hadn’t asked for and certainly hadn’t wanted. “So what makes you think that I want to have a conversation with you right now, let alone have you try to sell me drugs right now? I need no fucking help on that front, thank you.”

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