I thought I'd try something out from the Dresden Files fandom – Hope you enjoy, and please review! I don't know if this is canon or not.
"You have got to be kidding me."
Now, I was new to the big cities, Chicago being included among them. I lived on a farm in the middle of nowhere for two years, so it was only natural I forgot what cars were like. But this? This was not a car.
It was an old, rusty Volkswagen Beetle that was painted the most revolting blue color, with the paint just beginning to peel. The doors looked fragile, as if they were about to break off, and I wouldn't be surprised if the roof caved in.
I glanced warily at the man who had been brought to show me my new vehicle. "This is not a car," I told him. "This is a dump."
"It's what you paid for, man," the worker shrugged. He looked to be in his early twenties, only a couple of years older than me, and wearing a sideways baseball cap. I was met with the odd desire to knock it off his head.
"Then I want a new car," I informed him, hoping he'd get my hint.
"Paperwork's done," the guys shrugged. "It's yours. See ya'."
He hightailed it out of there. Great . Just fan-freaking-tastic.
I examined the 'car' again. I suppose it wasn't that bad – with me being a wizard, it would break down on a regular basis anyway. See, wizards and technologies don't really get along. I tend to jack up everything from phones to cameras in some form or another.
I decided I'd test the car out. I was careful opening the door – but it didn't break, thank the lord.
The interior was fine enough. A bit ratty, but much nicer than it had looked at first sight, and I could fix it up a bit as well, if need be.
An odd thought struck me – should I name my car?
No, I chided myself. That would be foolish. What would Ebenezer say about that?
Ebenezer isn't here right now, said another voice in the back of my mind. And you are a full wizard on of the White Council – you can do whatever you want, even if that is naming your car.
Damn it when my inner voice persuades me to do things that will only get me mocked later in life.
"You're name shall be… The Blue Beetle," I said to the car. The Blue Beetle didn't answer me back. How rude of it. But I had to go now – the apartment I had bought yesterday was waiting for me.
I slipped the key the guy had given me into the ignition.
It didn't start.
"Damn," I growled, trying again.
Still didn't start.
"Stupid car," I grumbled. I decided to try one more time.
Nothing.
So, I opened the door to go and see if I could pop the hood…
And the door fell off.
This is just not my day.