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“Yeah… heck of a win.”

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lyonhrtd‌:

she immediately blushed at the compliment but tried to laugh away her embarrassment. “oh please, have you ever seen me in purple? it just doesn’t look right!” natalia loved shopping with rio, she was like a bright light that just never turned off and (despite only being 27) she made her feel young, and who wouldn’t want that? “you sure i should get it though? i’m not a huge fan of having a ton of clothes in my closet knowing i’m only going to wear one or two of them…” she tapped her finger on her chin for a minute before glancing over at her younger friend. “what about you? have you found anything you particularly like?” 

“okay, give me a second. you said purple?” rio closed her hands, waving her hands in front of her like she was a fortune-teller. “i’m seeing you in purple right now and you look pretty good, ‘talia, i don’t know what to tell you except: STUNNING.” then rio opened her eyes, laughing lightly and clasping her hands together. “oh, me too. but sometimes, i feel like -- if it makes you happy now, then why not?” she looked around at the racks, taking out a yellow dress. “mm...maybe not today. i’m more in the window-shopping mood than the actual buying.”

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kachw‌:

to say that he’s been dreading this day is a humongous understatement. lincoln, the lightning, mccaffee having to partake in physical therapy… of course, nothing wrong with those who had to, it was a life changing experience! however, for someone who just had a life changing experience, lincoln wasn’t so sure he believed another one could happen – for the better. ever since the accident, sure, his leg has been getting better, he walks with less of a limp than he did a few months ago. but, he lost his speed, his reflex, not enough to be able to push the pedal or make quick decisions. not to mention what they said if he got into another accident… he sighed, shaking the thought away before it got to his head. truth be told, he was nervous. nervous about being seen in physiotherapy, nervous about actually doing it… to see the big shot, racing legend in hospital just didn’t suit him right and maybe that was on him.. 

lincoln stared at the building in front of him, leaning on his cane (they warned him not to rely too much on it but his leg was acting up today and maybe they’d cut him some slack if they saw he was in pain). he stayed there for two, maybe three, more minutes, debating whether he was going to go in or just ditch for today and come back sometime later during the week. “it’s now or never i guess…” he grumbled, rubbing the stubble on his chin in mild irritation as he started to hobble over onto the entrance. automatic doors let him in and immediately was he hit with a blast of cold air and… motivating music that fluctuated too hard (maybe he was getting too old… but he would never admit that). 

another sign of defiance. they were too bouncy in here, too many smiles, some stares (but that was normal. thank god he still got that sort of attention). and everyone that didn’t look like they worked there… either old or just like him – young, handsome, lean (or that’s what he liked to think). with a foot already set in, he made his way towards the receptionist, a cheery young woman who probably had on her best ‘customer service’ face. she was a welcoming sight in an unwelcoming environment and his best chance of figuring out whatever it was that he was supposed to be doing. waiting in line, it was finally his turn and he put a hand on the desk top and flashed the woman his most “charming” smile. “hi, i’m here for my appointment… yeah, under the name “mccaffee”… lincoln mccaffee…” he loved the way he felt whenever he’d say something like that but – to his dismay no reaction – that is, until he heard footsteps behind him that seemed to approach a little too quick. 

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she hoped that he didn’t see her, because she didn’t know what she would have said if he had. what would lincoln mccaffee do if he saw her staring at him through the window, peeking through blinds, pinching herself to make sure this was actually him? what would lincoln mccaffee do -- WWLMD? the mantra of most of her high-school career. 

“okay, pull yourself together, rio, you can do this, you can do this --” she looked outside again. he was no longer there. he’d probably walked into the building, and headed to reception, trying to find out who exactly he had an appointment with. 

it was with her, of course. at least for a few sessions. she had no one but her tutors, and the physiotherapist she’d worked with before. ‘gloria is a delight to work with, she seems to have an innate understanding of what the client needs, responds positively to situations, and brings a creative energy to the rehabilitation process for each individual.’

she’d almost cried re-reading that in the motel (thank you sleepy hollow!). 

and, honestly? when she started work, she finished it. she was good at her job and absolutely believed in giving one-hundred percent to every client she worked with. it was just strange and slightly insane and altogether exciting, that today she would be meeting lincoln mccaffee.

but she couldn’t let lincoln know this. she couldn’t even let the physio know this. rio had to be completely professional. which was definitely why she ran towards lincoln mccaffee instead of walking, like a normal person would. 

okay, professionalism starts -- now. 

“hi, you must be the ten o’clock appointment,” she greeted, smiling but speaking in a very formal tone. rio extended her hand for a shake. “my name’s rio sanchez, i’ll be starting you off with dr silver’s proposed program today, and also gathering a few details, but -- can i just ask? are you actually lincoln mccaffee or...is he standing around somewhere else?” she pretended to look around. “because, i mean, you’re...no offence, sir, but lincoln mccaffee does not look like that. do you even know who he is?”

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“Now what?!”

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[ text to juliet 🏠 ]

rio: hi !!! is this juliet who's looking for a new roommate ?? :D

rio: i'm rio sanchez, i saw your ad at the rec centre !!!

rio: are you still looking for people??

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maidmarina‌:

“Oh goodness, are you really teaching yoga? Could I perhaps pester you for a little more information? I’ve always been terribly fascinated by yoga, but I haven’t the slightest clue where or how to start.” she inquired, looking up to the other as she booted back up the computer. “Oh goodness, let me see…” she mused, clicking away at the keyboard. “Well, I’m afraid I don’t have anything right this moment, but I have someone clearing out in about a couple of hours when automatic checkout kicks in. Is that alright?”

“Yes! Teaching is definitely a word for it, but I prefer to think of it as: sharing what I know while not claiming expertise,” Rio laughed, nervously running her fingers through her hair. “And, aw, don’t worry, it’s not pestering at all! Any question you have, I’ll answer if I can. As for starting, you can start any time, anywhere. You can even start right here! Some nice gentle yoga to centre your energy and encourage mindfulness.” Rio placed her hands together, palm to palm, grinning. She nodded enthusiastically as the young woman checked her computer. Rio stopped one of her bags from falling over with a quick hand. “Oh, that’s perfect, I’ll take it! Could I park my car here while I wait...?”

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that’s GLORIA “RIO” SANCHEZ walking down the street, the twenty year old, who looks like georgie flores. here in apple peak, they work in physiotherapy. some say she act(s) like cruz ramirez from cars 3, since she can be optimistic, but also a little clumsy.

omg its ya GIIIRRRRRLLLL !!! there are so many words under the cut im so sorry

exterior!

rio’s parents died when she was very young, and she got into the foster system after her extended family realised they didn’t have the resources to take care of her. rio didn’t mind at all, she always felt like the odd-one out in her family anyway, and she wasn’t given much notice save for a few pats on the head

there was always something that didn’t work out with her foster families. maybe they just couldn’t take care of her anymore, maybe she wasn’t the right fit, maybe it just got too much -- but from about 9 years old until she was eighteen, she moved from foster family to foster family

rio gained a love for the colour yellow after one of her foster mothers gave her this yellow coat to wear so she could always spot her in a crowd. bc rio was always zooming around, excited to see something, moving way too fast

and then rio gained a love for driving bc of another set of foster parents who took her to the town drag-race a lot and got her into NASCAR basically and she also helped the father tinker with the old model cars

but with everything, rio just wanted to see how fast she could do. she learned how to do EVERYTHING on wheels since she wasn’t permitted to drive yet

when she was 13, she got stuck with a negligent foster family. she began to feel invisible again and useless and worthless, so when the older kids at school offered to teach her to drive (she wouldn’t stop talking about it) she JUMPED at the opportunity

they taught her the basics and it was like second-nature for rio, she practised with those kids every day after school. then it turned out that they were just training her to help them with a string of robberies around town. she went through with a few of them, especially since they stuffed jewellery and money in her hands like “here see this is a good thing you get all this stuff”

but she couldn’t handle all the violence that went with it. eventually, she told the police -- and she was let off with a warning.

“good kid, and a devil behind the wheel”

the foster family gave her up, and she moved to a bigger home, where she was even less noticed. but she found a friend. someone who finally believed in her, and together they built up their dreams for their own lives. she made even more friends. she befriended the librarian at school by stacking books back on the shelves and cleaning messes. the librarian helped her do her research. 

how could she drive fast cars for a living? how could she become a real racer?

and in all that research, she found out about: lincoln mccaffee. a rookie back then, but going faster than anyone she’d ever seen. the guy was breaking records! rio wanted to be exactly like him. so the librarian helped her. she found out how to ge ther license, what age she had to be, how she could get her start -- all the local races, all the jobs she could do while she was still 14. 

she started working to save money to get her first car, and to get into racing school. and she did it !! by the time she was 17, she got all the licenses she’d needed, she’d done the hours on the tracks she’d paid all her money for, she’d woken up in the early hours of the morning just so she’d have time --

because even then she still felt invisible. no one saw her, no one cared for her, no one thought she could do it. 

and then it was finally time to do her first race. and there in the pit, waiting to get into her car, looking around at everyone else around her -- hard-faced, weathered, completely unlike the soft, baby-face everyone else told her she had. the tall guys who looked at her like maybe she was lost. the girls who pulled similar faces, rolling her eyes or ignoring her. 

rio ditched the race. it was a rally, and just before the gates closed, she hopped into her car and drove away. she dealt with the penalties. she dealt with the shame. and try as she would -- she still couldn’t do it.

so she forgot all about racing. she converted her beloved car into something more common, though the yellow paint-work still stayed the same. she focused on graduating, and she did so with honours. she got out of the group home as soon as she was 18. she chose physiotherapy as a career. and when she realised she could get out of studying even faster -- she decided she was happy with being a physiotherapist assistant. 

the only job offered to her after graduation was in some small town in maine, so she moved all her stuff to go there.

she....currently doesn’t have a place to stay. she had a monthly pass to stay in the fancy hotel, and then that ran out, so now she’s looking for a motel or somewhere cheaper rip.

so she’s been here only a few weeks!

interior!

THE MOTIVATIONAL COACH EVERYONE NEEDS IN THEIR LIFE

god she’s so bright and sunny and she 100% is like this bc she wants to be the kind of person she needed when she was younger

she babbles and is a motormouth

nervous laughter, blushing bc she probably said smth weird, and has a lot of quirks

severe self-esteem issues that she’s constantly battling every day. she KNOWS she’s amazing and beautiful and smart and talented, she just needs to remember. and she likes to remind everyone else too !!

racing is still in her heart and soul. she took her little car with her all the way to apple peak. has 100% lived in her car.

and yeah !!!!!!

plot ideas!

foster system connections from the pAAAST

ppl who work at the rec centre !! 

she does a lot of the group therapy work, and when the main physio is busy, she takes over the individual sessions, or if someone is comfortable with her, etc. she also helps teach yoga classes sometimes

CLIENTS !!!!

SOMEONE WHO NEEDS A ROOMMATE, she will also be your personal chaffeur

someone who motivates her/helps her get into racing again

she’s a big foodie and beer girl so like anyone who’s seen her in any food places like “omg arent u always here” the answer is always yes

tho she doesn’t rly go into stinky pete’s bc she doesnt think she can handle it there dhbvkerhjb

drinks at home and sings karaoke and cries watching pixar/disney movies

yes she does cry so much watching cars 3

ANYTHING PLS !!!

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maidmarina‌:

“Of course, miss, I’ll send a fresh pot right up.” Marina replied cheerily into the phone, placing the order for the coffee into the computer as she did so. No sooner had she placed the phone down before it blared to life once more, resulting in her picking the phone right back up and chattering away. While a profitable season, Spring Break certainly had its way of wearing down the young redhead. Being the sort of sport she was often resulted in her taking over tasks so that her staff wasn’t so overwhelmed. This often lead to her forgetting to take care of herself quite as much. As such, Marina was oblivious to the figure standing right in front of the empty front desk for a minute or two.

Upon noticing the other person, Marina sprang up from her chair in her office and skittered to the desk. “I’m terribly sorry, the phone’s been ringing off the hook all day and my sweet dear who’s usually here is on her break. How may I assist you?”

“Oh, that’s totally okay! No stress at all. Between us, at least -- hopefully. I can’t imagine working here right now, in this season of all seasons. I took a part-time job helping teach yoga and the amount of people who’ve blossomed into class since the sun came out -- PHEW --” Rio swiped her hand across her forehead, chuckling as she did. “Everybody wants to learn the sun salutation! But, oh, right, rooms, um -- I was wondering if you had anything available for this week? And how much it would be per night, I’m, uh --” she lowered her voice a little, “thinking I might have to stay at least three, or f-four nights -- yeah, four nights?”

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lyonhrtd‌:

did she like shopping? no. did she hate it at the end of the day? no. but only because she shopped when she either needed to or when she felt like treating herself. needless to say, this was a “treat yourself” situation. spring was slowly starting to settle into its nest and there was nothing nala was more excited for than getting out, in the sun, enjoying the lack of chill in the morning. just the thought seemed to send a shiver of excitement down her spine. with that said, she certainly needed some spring wear! certainly not the fashion expert, she turned around flaunted whatever she had because she damn well deserved it! “too flashy or just right?” she joked.

rio was looking at jackets, because she never seemed to get enough of jackets. but these were the high-end jackets -- or, at least, high-end to her since she bought most of her things at the cheaper department stores or thrift stores. “just right!” she beamed. she knew the dress must have been picked at random, but somehow everything they’ve seen was something natalia could definitely pull off. “how is it that, like, every colour looks good on you? you’re like the sky and then, whoosh, rainbows!” rio laughed, waving her hand to the ceiling.

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@keithpowers & @okgeorgie 

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went to test out my new mouse and then suddenly it’s 530am…