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Post by Phantom on Sept 24, 2014 16:36:53 GMT -7
Blake searched the lot, looking for a car to buy. He finally saved up enough money working at the blacksmith's to buy one. "Thank you for coming with me," Blake said. A man came out to greet him, wearing a cheesy grin. His green checkered shirt and tan pants only helped complete the sleazy look. "Hello, sir and ma'am, What are you looking for today?" He followed the teens around like a shadow. Blake kept his thumbs in his pockets, his palms hanging outside his jeans. "What about this one? she's a beauty. Four brand new tires, a four cylinder engine, and, since it's automatic, you don't have to worry about shifting." the sleaze said, patting the hood of the mustard yellow hatchback. There was rust coating the bottom and it had clearly seen better days. Blake just shook his head and moved to the next one. "This beauty has nice carpet, a good stereo, and a disco ball. It's certain to impress the ladies," He said, bouncing his eyebrows at Leah. Opening the door of the volkswagon bus, Blake sat in the driver seat. It was hard and lumpy, the interior smelled musky, and the ceiling was falling apart. Turning the key, the motor cranked and whined before finally sputtering to life. Turning on the air, a large puff of dust came out, making the teen choke.
A lot of the cars were looking in poor conditions, and the ninja was debating on going to a different location. "So, what will it be, tell you what, you're a difficult customer, so I will knock off five hundred dollars on any car of your choice," The saleman said. Blake shook his head and turned to go when something caught his eyes. He walked over to a black car sitting in the back of the lot. The seat was a little ripped, windshield cracked, but overall, the vehicle appeared to be much better conditions than the others. "Ah, you have a good eye. Just got this car the other day. It's a Charger. Of course it still needs some minor repairs." Turning the ignition, the car sputtered a little bit before roaring to life. "What do you think?" Blake asked.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2014 19:40:53 GMT -7
Aleigha had no problem going with Blake to the car lot. She nodded as he thanked her and the two walked around. She personally didn't like the guy that was following them. It was clear to her he didn't know what he was doing. Each time the three walked up to a car she would point out things that were wrong with them without even lifting the hood.
When the guy wiggled his eyes at her she shot him a dirty look. Seeing the black car she looked at it and as he and the sales guy spoke she used her hand and opened the hood without needing anything. Propping the hood up she looked at the sales guy. "I'm just good with cars" she the bent over and looked around the engine.
She was one looker and even more so when bent over a car. She was dressed in a black tank top with blue jean short shorts with black sneaker. Her hair fell perfectly down her shoulders. "She's not that bad. A little here and a little there. Engine would need work. But that's just looking at it and not actually messing with it." She looked at both of them and smiled.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 24, 2014 20:00:34 GMT -7
Blake caught the sleazebag taking a peek at the girl. A hard punch in the arm snapped the man but into reality. A dangerous glare from the teen knocked the man back a few pegs. "How much?" Blake asked, the annoyance was clear in his voice. "four thousand, none negotiable." The man said, smirking. "How much do you think it will be to repair it?" Blake asked the girl. After waiting for a response, he turned back to the man. "Twenty-five hundred. You said you would knock five hundred any car of my choice, plus, I have to fix it up." The man huffed and his cheeks turned red. "I don't recall ever saying anything like that." The man snapped. Blake pulled out his wallet. He started counting the bills. "Twenty-five hundred." The angry face quickly changed to one of greed. The two shook on the deal as he handed Blake the keys.
Going inside, the gears in Sleazebag's head started turning. "Actually, since it's a rare vehicle, and it's starts up, the vehicle is worth eight thousand," He smirked at the teens. "We already agreed on twenty-five hundred, and you took my money," Blake snapped. "Oh, really? And, do you have a receipt for said money?" He questioned, bouncing his eyebrows. The anger in the ninja was escalating rapidly. His fist tightened as he attempted to hold back the urge to punch the man. "Well, since you don't have a receipt, then you have no proof that you already paid me. So, unless you have the eight thousand dollars, get off my lot."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2014 20:38:33 GMT -7
Aleigha didn't like the guy. But she agreed with Blake. As the man slipped the money Blake gave him in his pocket she watched him closely. As the two spoke the girl slipped her hand lightly at the mans pocket and phases though and pulled the money out of his pocket. "Blake perhaps he's right, perhaps you didn't give him the money because you slipped it to me. Let's go this guy knows nothing about cars."
The girl looked at Blake. If you want to fight him over that car go a head I'll be out side" the girl smirked and handed Blake back his money and walked out side to pull one of the know piksi pranks.
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Post by Phantom on Sept 24, 2014 20:53:33 GMT -7
Blake nodded at Leah, taking the money into his hand. Looking up, near the lobby desk, he saw a video screen. It was showing the Charger, but the rest of the lot was uncovered. Deciding to distract the man for a little bit, Blake pointed to the screen. "You wanted proof, there you go." Out of embarrassment and anger, the man's face turned cherry red. Giving a defeated sigh, the two went into the back of the building to sign the paperwork. After about five minutes, the two came back out. The ninja was holding the keys to his new car. Sleazebag, however, shut himself back in his office. Slamming the door out of frustration.
Walking outside, the boy smirked at what he saw. Climbing into the black car, he turned the key and started the engine. Not long after they left the lot, he burst out laughing. "I can't believe you did that. You are awesome!" Normally, he wouldn't laugh at that, but the man deserved it. He pictured the look on the man's face when he saw what happened. Turning on the radio, it started out with a little static, but cleared up shortly. The engine purred as they drove down the street. Coming to a stop, the brakes screeched and squealed. "So, how much in repairs will it be?" He asked again, closing one eye and squinting the other from the beating on his ears.
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