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Rutt has a minion!

Lacie the Noira




Rutt
Legacy Name: Rutt


The Bloodred Montre
Owner: nervous

Age: 10 years, 9 months, 2 weeks

Born: June 7th, 2013

Adopted: 1 year, 10 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: May 2nd, 2022

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 100
     
  • Books Read: 100
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Cherilee

Name: Rutt
Age: 29
Location: Georgia, USA
Hobbies: Working on cars, rock music, classic country
Favorite color: Red
Pets: An ugly, black alley cat named Lacie
Favorite singers: Johnny Cash, The Offspring, Hinder, Incubus, Korn, Godsmack, Alice in Chains, Chevelle, Seether
Romantic interests: It don't matter, man. Mind your own business.

I'd worked on cars my whole life. My pa did, his pa did, and I got put on that hotseat real young.
It'd always been just fine by me. There wasn't nothin' else in town that interested me enough to stop banging around under hoods all day, but I draw the line at detailing. I ain't detailing nobody's whip.
I had a real nice Firebird my pa'd given me for my sixteenth, sayin' if I could fix it up, it was mine. I beat around that old thing until my knuckles were bleeding just to get the engine to turn over. It took some time, but I did it just fine.
My pa ran a business out of our yard. Our trailer took up none of the space, we had a tent pitched up and everything to keep y'all's cars dry. Welcome.
We got business okay, mostly from locals around the town who didn't wanna pay for a corp to do it, plus, if somebody was strapped for cash, we'd figure out other ways for payment. We were just resourceful like that.

I was elbows deep into an old pickup that was owned by so-and-so down the street. Guy at the other shop told him he'd be better off getting a new truck since the transmission was shot to shit, so he brought the truck to me thinkin' of me as some miracle worker. I ain't a miracle worker, but I sure do got a lot of pride.
There was the sound of a car pulling up behind me and I turned quick as a whip and wiped the sweat off my forehead, giving a real mean look ahead for scaring me like that.
It was an old yellow Volkswagen Bug pulling up in the yard behind me. A little brunette thing stepped out, using her hand as a visor against the sun to look at me.
"You lookin' for some work?" She called out to me.
I wiped my hands on my jeans and rolled my shoulders. "Depends."
"On?"
I motioned to her car. "S'wrong with it?"
She started walking up to me then, maybe so we didn't have to holler across the yard to each other like we were doin'. She was pretty as a peach with clean dress shoes and a nice dress on. The closer she got, the more I thought Miss Thing looked like she'd taken a wrong turn somewhere. She didn't belong around those parts none.

When she finally got to me, she put her hands on her hips, jutting her chin out to me. "It stalls, whines, and smells like it's burning sometimes. I don't know what's wrong with it."
"It's your alternator."
She sucked on the inside of her cheek. "How do you know?"
I rolled my eyes. It was an easy fix. I don't know why she was bothering me about it. She very well just could've gone to AutoZone.
"Don't roll your eyes at me."
I was so surprised that I had to blink at her for a second. I didn't know who that little thing thought she was. "Who are you?"
She flipped her brown curls over her shoulder. "You gonna help me or not?"

I had her pull up under the tent so I could poke around, bang some shit around, and pretend that I was puzzled for a second before I turned to her again.
"It's definitely your alternator." Shocker.
"Can you fix it?"
I almost laughed. "I gotta get the parts but yeah."
"How long's that gonna take?"
I shot her a dark look. "Look, miss, I'll help you fast as I can, but alternators don't grow on trees. Hold your horses, alright?"
She narrowed her eyes at me, then finally relented. "Fine."
She stood there in front of me for a long second, not sayin' nothin', just staring at me through her narrowed eyes. I was expecting her to elaborate, or say anything, but she didn't.
"Ma'am, you don't gotta stick around," I finally said, since she wasn't budging and it was starting to make me feel weird. "You can leave your car here and I'll call you when I'm ready for ya."
She wavered for just a second. "I don't reckon you could drive me home then?"
I looked around the yard like I was thinking about it before I dodged her. "I don't think I can, you ain't got somebody that can come pick you up?"
"No." She deadpanned.
I reckoned she could have driven on her car even if the alternator was on its way out the door, but I didn't know how far she lived and I was not tryna be the reason her car shuts down goin' 70 on the highway.

I rolled my shoulders back, feeling a mighty headache starting to come on. I wasn't doing a whole lot else except for banging on a pickup truck. "Alright, fine."
She smiled a little. "Ain't you sweet?"
"What's your name anyway?"
She glanced around the yard. "Cherilee. Which one's your car?"
"I'm Rutt, thanks for asking," I rolled my eyes, half expecting another chew out from Miss Thing, but she didn't say nothin'. I waved at my old Firebird. "This one."
Cherilee slipped into the passenger side of the car, pulled her skirt tail in after her, and slammed the door.
I got into my car and twisted my keys in the ignition. "Alright. Where to, Miss?"

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Pet Treasure


Repurposed Voltmeter

Titanium Flat Drill Bit

Titanium Step Drill Bit

Cross Head Screwdriver

Flat Head Screwdriver

Crescent Wrench

Claw Hammer

Socket Wrench

Rift Queen Concrete Barrier

Void Lord Canned Protein

Shovel Farm Tool

Repurposed Calipers

Box of Brass Scraps

Box of Silver Scraps

Box of Copper Scraps

Box of Rusty Scraps

Box of Iron Scraps

Annotated Engineering Book

Rugged Bronze Stitch Kit

Brass Flat Drill Bit

Apple Cinnamon Pie

Skull

Sneak Thief Pick Set

Tattered Wedding Photo Album

Iron Special Coin

Black Dahlia

Professor New Heartbreaker Oil Can

Professor New Heartbreaker Keys

Professor New Heartbreaker Nose Plaster

Professor New Heartbreaker Spare Tire

Professor New Heartbreaker Spray Can

Professor New Heartbreaker Silver Tooth

Silver and Leather Bound Journal

Ivory Screwdriver Set

Carbon Steel Flat Drill Bit

Carbon Steel Step Drill Bit

Brass Step Drill Bit

New Years Spilled Celebratory Cognac

Moonrise of the Final Night

Pet Friends