Post by Gina the Rose on Nov 17, 2011 22:25:59 GMT -8
Name: Gina the Rose
Occupation/Skills: Always available to fill you up, wipe you down, rotate your tires, check your head gasket, look under your hood, wax your body, and take care of whatever else you could possibly need. So will you be paying cash or credit?
Personality: With Gina what you see is what you get, and is there ever so much to see. She doesn’t like to waste time with complexities and prefers to keep things simple, straightforward, and covered in bubbles. She may not know much about cars, but she knows the kind of service that gets people to come to the Heaven and Hell. That and it’s the only gas station in town, so she doesn’t have to work too hard at it… unless you’re deserving of the special service, of course.
No one has ever seen her looking like she didn’t walk right out of a pin-up.
And at home, when no one’s around, she likes to wear socks and slide around posing on the tiled floors.
One of her lesser-known hobbies is that she has some hissing cockroaches as pets. Gina’s not a coward, partly out of her endless confidence and partly out of machismo, but she started keeping them to prove that she could handle the occasional giant bug around the gas station and ended up finding them adorable.
History:
Gina may not have been the girl everyone liked, but she was the girl everyone knew. To give a concrete example: in high school she wasn’t the Homecoming Queen, but she was the one that altered her graduation gown to show off her cleavage and midriff.
She learned about Greenvale through her eventual husband, when she ran into him on one of the rare trips Greenvale citizens take to the outside world. When he told her about his hometown she realized that if she lived there, everyone in town would know her by name. The temptation of getting to be a moderately-sized fish in a small pond proved overwhelming and she followed Jack home.
The Rose married the Raging Bull soon after his second divorce (some might even say that she’s part of the reason for the second divorce). She might be able to do better than Jack, but she’s certain that he can’t do better than her, which makes her confident that she won’t end up be divorce number three, even if he does seem to be the one man who’s grown immune to her appeal.
RP Sample:
Gina wrung out the sponge, most of the water and suds ending up on her chest instead of back in the bucket. She dropped the sponge on the hood of the car and took off her hat to fan herself with. Even with the cool water soaking her jacket it was still too hot out that afternoon.
She smiled at the man in the driver’s seat. He stared back wide-eyed, looking fearful. Gina hadn’t caught his name, but he’d been talking about how he was just passing through on his way to somewhere else for summer vacation. He’d been quite the chatterbox up until she’d leaned over the hood to scrub at the windshield.
“That’ll be fifteen even, mister,” the Rose said, and giggled. He fumbled for his wallet and ended up pressing thirty into her waiting hand. He looked around nervously to make sure no one was watching and leaned his head out the window.
“You, you missed a few spots,” he mumbled. “You’ll have to wash the whole car over again.”
The Rose smiled and tucked the bills into her bra. “Whatever you say, mister.”
Occupation/Skills: Always available to fill you up, wipe you down, rotate your tires, check your head gasket, look under your hood, wax your body, and take care of whatever else you could possibly need. So will you be paying cash or credit?
Personality: With Gina what you see is what you get, and is there ever so much to see. She doesn’t like to waste time with complexities and prefers to keep things simple, straightforward, and covered in bubbles. She may not know much about cars, but she knows the kind of service that gets people to come to the Heaven and Hell. That and it’s the only gas station in town, so she doesn’t have to work too hard at it… unless you’re deserving of the special service, of course.
No one has ever seen her looking like she didn’t walk right out of a pin-up.
And at home, when no one’s around, she likes to wear socks and slide around posing on the tiled floors.
One of her lesser-known hobbies is that she has some hissing cockroaches as pets. Gina’s not a coward, partly out of her endless confidence and partly out of machismo, but she started keeping them to prove that she could handle the occasional giant bug around the gas station and ended up finding them adorable.
History:
Gina may not have been the girl everyone liked, but she was the girl everyone knew. To give a concrete example: in high school she wasn’t the Homecoming Queen, but she was the one that altered her graduation gown to show off her cleavage and midriff.
She learned about Greenvale through her eventual husband, when she ran into him on one of the rare trips Greenvale citizens take to the outside world. When he told her about his hometown she realized that if she lived there, everyone in town would know her by name. The temptation of getting to be a moderately-sized fish in a small pond proved overwhelming and she followed Jack home.
The Rose married the Raging Bull soon after his second divorce (some might even say that she’s part of the reason for the second divorce). She might be able to do better than Jack, but she’s certain that he can’t do better than her, which makes her confident that she won’t end up be divorce number three, even if he does seem to be the one man who’s grown immune to her appeal.
RP Sample:
Gina wrung out the sponge, most of the water and suds ending up on her chest instead of back in the bucket. She dropped the sponge on the hood of the car and took off her hat to fan herself with. Even with the cool water soaking her jacket it was still too hot out that afternoon.
She smiled at the man in the driver’s seat. He stared back wide-eyed, looking fearful. Gina hadn’t caught his name, but he’d been talking about how he was just passing through on his way to somewhere else for summer vacation. He’d been quite the chatterbox up until she’d leaned over the hood to scrub at the windshield.
“That’ll be fifteen even, mister,” the Rose said, and giggled. He fumbled for his wallet and ended up pressing thirty into her waiting hand. He looked around nervously to make sure no one was watching and leaned his head out the window.
“You, you missed a few spots,” he mumbled. “You’ll have to wash the whole car over again.”
The Rose smiled and tucked the bills into her bra. “Whatever you say, mister.”
