open / heaven created a miracle

[exorkismos]

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[poleaxed]

youre realizing this now?

you mean how long before youd get rid of me in ma?
it depends but ive gotten lucky and done switch outs in a week
that was really lucky though
could take a month or two

i know im a bitch but am i that fucking horrible to be around
im offering you a pretty fucking great deal asshole

[exorkismos]

yeah yeah guilt me into it why don't you. come on, you know that ain't it

can't cover food and board for two, you gonna make your own way with that

[poleaxed]

oh fuck off
guilting people is for pussies
im trying to figure out why youre having a conniption
i have a few theories on why youd be trying to keep some dumbass secret
but theyre all really unflattering accusations for someone im gonna be stuck in a truck with for like six fucking hours

can you even cover food and board for one
ive been on my own since i was 15
i can handle it

[exorkismos]

you really think I can keep secrets, gossip like me

look I know you’re offering me a good deal. I know

if we get moving within the week, fine

[poleaxed]

hey look at that!
your possible murderer score just went down again

well since i already started
gimme a few days

can i trust you to get a good deal on parts or do i have to haggle too

[exorkismos]

you just went ahead and started huh
yeah that figures
that’s what I’d do
you bastard

face like this and you ask if I can haggle
don’t worry no one can resist my charm

sod all point asking if you’re sure about this, right

[poleaxed]

youre welcome

if you help itll go faster
and you might learn how to not fuck up your fucking car this bad for when im gone

good ill start sending you to the nearest junkyard
between the two of us we can get it done way under a week

i can beat you in a fight
with or without my guns
which were bringing
fyi

[exorkismos]

for fuck’s sake kid
you could have just not mentioned em

gimme a shopping list. reckon it’ll be an easier or harder sell if I fish out a collar

[poleaxed]

lying by omission is a sin
probably

youd use the collar to get a better deal?
i knew i liked you for a reason
yeah ill make you a list when i get them off frankenford and tell you the prices and all that shit

theres one more thing
and its important

[exorkismos]

a discount’s a discount.

what now

[poleaxed]

your truck got a name yet
i dont drive in cars without names
its bad luck

[exorkismos]

what

[poleaxed]

if you dont do it ill name it for you

[exorkismos]

did you name frankenford

[poleaxed]

frankenford is MY car
because its a FORD
yours is a chevy theyre made by ge
oh my god

[exorkismos]

yeah it’d be ironic

[poleaxed]

youre just being lazy
im giving you one more chance and then im naming it

[exorkismos]

judith

[poleaxed]

knew itd be biblical
isnt she the one who cuts off heads

[exorkismos]

that’s her

does that satisfy your superstitions

[poleaxed]

stones and glass houses father
now get over here i need an extra pair of hands

do u wanna continue to non-text? or we could skip forward to travelling together

[exorkismos]

wait

what would you have called it

lets skip to traveling ive exhausted my car knowledge for 2day

[poleaxed]

doesnt matter
you picked
finally

i can't fucken drive so you could say absolutely whatever tbh

[exorkismos]

so you had no idea either

Marcus doesn't really do vehicle maintenance, or certainly not on this scale. His truck has worked thus far out of a mix of luck and improvised patch-fixes. But he knows enough about the innards of the thing to be able to do as Joan tells him, however sniffy he gets about taking orders, and the collar works wonders when it comes to getting the best deals. He's not really supposed to wear it anymore. He doesn't like wearing it, it's stiff and uncomfortable and he sweats beneath it. Needs must, though. It's not long before Judith Frankenchevy is ready to go, looking distinctly more patchwork but also distinctly more road-worthy.

Joan's giving him a good deal. He insists on buying her a burger once the truck's fixed, partly to prove he can and partly because he's guilty about lying to her.

*

"Jesus," Marcus says, sounding a bit horrified but also a bit delighted. He's laughing as he decelerates, coming down off a long, relatively empty straight: big, chest-heaving laughs, not quite hysterical but definitely a little manic. He has to shout over the music, deep soul roaring over the noise of the engine. "Was this what you meant? About it being fun to watch me drive this? Because it's way more fun to actually drive it. And no, you ain't taking over. Jesus Christ, kid."

fingerguns, signs blood pact, etc.

[poleaxed]

She did, actually, have an idea for the name of the car, but it's embarrassing enough that she'll keep it to herself unless pressed. She opts for names that are a twist of an insult; it's always been her nature to pull down than uplift. Not a positive trait, but she's stuck with it either way. She knows what she is, and there's no changing it.

Marcus is better than her, anyway. He's an asshole, but he gets the job done. Helps put in a motor, which isn't a small thing for one or two people. He gets them enough cash that she'll be fine for a while when they hit MA, and probably be able to eat on the way there. It works out.

For now, anyway.

Seeing him lose his damn mind over his truck acting like a real truck-- much less a souped up one-- is as good as she expected. "Everybody deserves to drive with a formula one engine once in their lives. Which is what that is. I have before, so I'll just watch you decimate the local wildlife."

But she's grinning, stretching the scar on her lip. Can't help that, either.