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CHARACTERS: Ivan (scarfwearsyou), Che (mojitostand), anyone who wants to join
WHEN: Present
WHERE: About 500 feet from the entrance/exit of Woodglen Ridge
WHAT: Ivan has a little problem
RATING: PG to be safe
NOTE[S]: Jump on in if you want to!
It was exactly what Ivan didn't need. And on a work day, no less. He tried turning the key in the ignition after giving his car a few minutes to rest and think about whether or not it actually wanted to do this.
Nothing happened, the car gave a couple of pathetic-sounding groans as the engine tried starting, then gave up completely. Sighing, Ivan glared at the steering wheel, gripping it until his knuckles turned white before reaching for his cellular phone and hitting a couple of buttons.
"Hello? Mm, I am not coming in. Car is having problem. Da, will be in tomorrow, do not worry."
Listening for a few seconds to his boss, he finally pressed the end button and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat and opened the door. First things first. Ivan put the car into neutral and hopped out to push it to the side of the road, where he wouldn't be an obstruction to his fellow residents. It took him a bit of maneuvering, but eventually he managed to move the silver car close enough to the curb so that it wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience.
He put on the parking brake, and got out of the car. Ivan may have been a nuclear physicist, with all the education that came with it, but he didn't know the first thing about cars. Now, how does one open the hood...?
WHEN: Present
WHERE: About 500 feet from the entrance/exit of Woodglen Ridge
WHAT: Ivan has a little problem
RATING: PG to be safe
NOTE[S]: Jump on in if you want to!
It was exactly what Ivan didn't need. And on a work day, no less. He tried turning the key in the ignition after giving his car a few minutes to rest and think about whether or not it actually wanted to do this.
Nothing happened, the car gave a couple of pathetic-sounding groans as the engine tried starting, then gave up completely. Sighing, Ivan glared at the steering wheel, gripping it until his knuckles turned white before reaching for his cellular phone and hitting a couple of buttons.
"Hello? Mm, I am not coming in. Car is having problem. Da, will be in tomorrow, do not worry."
Listening for a few seconds to his boss, he finally pressed the end button and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat and opened the door. First things first. Ivan put the car into neutral and hopped out to push it to the side of the road, where he wouldn't be an obstruction to his fellow residents. It took him a bit of maneuvering, but eventually he managed to move the silver car close enough to the curb so that it wouldn't be too much of an inconvenience.
He put on the parking brake, and got out of the car. Ivan may have been a nuclear physicist, with all the education that came with it, but he didn't know the first thing about cars. Now, how does one open the hood...?