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 Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 8:22 pm
Noah couldn't stop mumbling imaginary rants at whatever a*****e took it upon themselves to decorate his bike with unreadable words, but he was ******** pissed. He figured it'd be safe enough just a few blocks away after he'd had a few too many, but retrieving it in the morning was just awful.
The chassis was defaced, the seat was slashed, his helmet had been just outright stolen and he was pretty sure they poured beer on it. God, he hoped that was beer. Plus he noticed a few cut lines and didn't dare look an closer out of fear it would send him into a flying rage. He was starting to wonder just how disastrous it would've been if he had driven home drunk and if it would be comparable to this bullshit. He dedicated a good portion of his free time to keeping this thing mechanically sound and beautiful and it was a ******** tragedy right now.
He hadn't heard of the shop he was currently pushing it into, but it was close, and that was the most important right now.
"Can I get some help?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 8:51 pm
Hank was at the front, maintaining his usual professional demeanor. It was glaringly obvious what was actually wrong. However, one didn't point out the flaws to a potentially angry customer.
"How can I help you si..."
And then another more feminine voice interjected.
"Ah sh*t... look what th'cat dragged in!"
The man didn't even have to look back to the girl who was leaning at the entrance from the office to the garage. In a flat tone, the man greeted his employee with a simple "Hi Ellie."
The blonde tomboy didn't seem as worried about protocol at the moment, for she soon enough slipped out, past the obvious owner of the vehicle. She was already deeply involved in analyzing all the glaringly obvious problems with the vehicle.
"What th'f*ck happened to yer ride? Seriously... smells like piss..."
Hank was currently wondering why he even kept Ellie on his payroll.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 8:55 pm
Noah was already annoyed at his situation, but the kid's reaction felt like an invitation to rant. And he took it. "I left it, just a few ******** blocks away! I go back to get it and... and this. It wasn't even in a bad neighborhood or anything!"
It wasn't, he swore! He felt like a parent being accused of abuse for some reason. "I mean ******** look at it, the seat is just outright ******** ruined and I haven't even looked at the gas line and the ignition is shot. People have no ******** respect."
Well, they didn't.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 10:10 pm
Ellie already heard something that made her give this guy a look. "Well... don't park yer Honda a 'few f*ckin' blocks away' then. Sh*t... wouldn't leave mine all that far from me on a good day!"
Seeing as his employee was leaving such a wonderful first impression, Hank walked up behind the blonde girl and firmly placed a hand on her shoulder. "Ellie, you don't have to tell him how to take care of his property." There was an odd pause before he used his eyes to purposely glance back to the door to the garage. "Why don't ya get back to the garage and let us talk prices for the repairs."
Golden eyes were rolled, and soon enough the tomboy was wandering back the way she had entered. In a bitter muttering manner, she scoffed out "I'd probably f*ck up a few faces if I ever met someone who f*cked up my ride like that..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 10:38 pm
Noah rolled his own eyes with a 'tch', not that he was particularly meaning to be hostile towards Ellie, but the entire walk here he had pictured those faces he wanted to pound. Noah was a pretty mellow guy with a long fuse, but if you wanted to take a short cut to getting him ready to ******** someone up, messing with his s**t was the way to go.
He chatted, or more like just said a lot of 'whatever, whatever, just fix it' regarding prices and prepared to hang around for a while, a little too paranoid to just go get some coffee or something like a normal person.
He eventually got sick of this and snuck into the garage like an overly curious creeper.
"Whatcha doin'?" He asked when he came across the blonde tomboy from earlier, having already calmed down by about 50% than is ready to explode demeanor from earlier.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 11:00 pm
In the corner of the garage, a red-headed man with a bandana sat in a chair and swiveled himself in circles as he held some sort of magazine in front of himself.
Ellie, on the other hand, was with the vehicle and already attempting to clean the seat a bit so it smelled a bit better. She eventually found that she had a spectator that she wasn't expecting.
"Um... yeah... I'm workin'...UNLIKE SOME JACKASS NAMED PHIL IN THE CORNER!"
He was actually looking up some of the information on replacement parts that would need to be ordered, but he had selected this job since it required the least amount of work. He merely flipped a middle finger at the blonde.
Who proceeded to ignore said middle finger. Instead, she pointed to the torn seat. "So yeah, I'm sure Hank already said it... but we gotta rip the seat off and put a new one in and junk... sucks balls that this sh*t happened I guess... but... yeah... at least it was only vandals and not a crash or somethin'... lot easier than when I had t'fix up my own ride..."
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 5:41 pm
Noah's brow raised and he glanced to the red head she yelled at, trying his hardest not to react one way or the other. He nodded at the seat replacement bit, a clear grimace on his face, though. Yeah, he knew it. Didn't make it any less shitty.
"I dunno, I've been trying to weigh the pros and cons of which one I'd prefer," He said sarcastically when she said it was better than a crash. He knew, deep down, somewhere, that vandals was better than not dying in a drunk driving accident or anything, but it was heart wrenching truth.
"What do you drive?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 6:38 pm
"Crashes are more likely t'f*ck up a greater portion of yer vehicle... plus... ya know... injuries and death also kinda blow..."
Phil did randomly decide to interject. "Ellie got lucky when she messed up The Spectrum... got away without a scrape..." He wasn't even looking up from the catalogue when he mentioned such.
A middle finger was flipped in the redhead's direction. Choosing to ignore the commentary in the corner, she gave the customer an answer. "My ride, The Spectrum is a 2003 Honda Rc211v... kinda older compared t'some other rides out there now... but sentimental value an' all that crap!" It was her first vehicle and she had built it up from a practical scrap heap. Someday she'd have to scrap it, but that day wouldn't come until she was physically unable to work on it.
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2012 8:33 am
Noah rolled his eyes at Ellie's response. He knew, okay? He reserved the right to be a little dramatic here, though. He managed to make a pretty fascinated 'oooooooh' sound when she started going on about The Spectrum.
"Well I mean, sentimental value counts for a lot, it's not that old," He said with a shrug. Or maybe he was that old. A thought that never crossed his mind. He pointed to his defaced once pride and joy. "My VTX 1300C is the '04 model. I'm not really a fan of the 2005 and onward changes, and I know front end wobble's easy to fix but I'd just rather have something from the year they came off the line sound, yanno? Plus it faithfully dragged my a** all the way here from Modesto, can't kick it to the curb now!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 7:13 pm
"It's 'bout ten years old... if it weren't fer th'fact I take such good care of it, it shoulda been scrapped at least a couple years back!" Car people knew their vehicles weren't meant to last past a certain number of years on a practical level. Only people who prized a particular model would take the extra care needed to ensure a vehicle would continue to function past the usual lifetime.
Seeming done with the surface cleaning, the blonde stepped back from the vehicle and moved to set her rag along the edge of a nearby bucket. "Modesto... where's that?"
With a flip of the page he was on, Phil chimed in again. "California I think?"
With half a shrug, she moved back to the abused vehicle. "California's a ways away... ya from there, or were ya jus' visitin'?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 8:19 pm
The corners of Noah's mouth sharply turned down when she went and let him know that was ten years ago. Ten. Years. Noah had gotten his own bike when he was 28. Holy s**t, nine years ago he was 28. It took am amazing amount of will power to not break down into a midlife crisis right there in the shop.
"Yeah, California," He suddenly choked out like his mouth had gotten dry. And then he shrugged.
"Naw, I grew up here, I just decided to bum around the West Coast for a while after high school. Moved back up here two years ago. Family and s**t, you know?" And then he smirked. "You've probably never been out of here your whole life, have you?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 9:24 am
"Destiny City, born an' raised!" She thumped the palm of her hand a couple times over her chest, showing she was indeed proud of that fact. "I've been outta state a couple times when I was younger... t'visit family outta state... but... stopped doin' that after a while..."
Her parents stopped shoving her on a plane after Ellie's fear of heights had truly developed. It wasn't worth having the most painfully obnoxious child on the plane for a few hours of their life. And having to endure such for the homeward bound ride as well!
Facts which some stranger really didn't need to know. So instead she rolled her head back slightly, tilting it a bit to the right as she did so. "It ain't like livin' somewhere fer a while though... I figger I can go roadtrippin' at some point fer th'hell of it..."
A partial grin did manage to creep to her features. "So... California, eh? Is it as laid back surfer-country as I've heard?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 7:44 pm
Noah nodded. "It does kind of feel... secure? Being back in familiar territory." As much as he had bad memories, there was good here too. Which he really wasn't expecting to find. Home was home.
He snorted at the surfer question, "Used to be! At least in some places. It's a big place, yanno? But man, half the popular beaches are crawling with these vegan health nuts and fat free food trucks and everyone wears those stupid nerd glasses? What? I remember back in the day when surfing meant you were a ******** delinquent and it was a big deal if your parents caught you hanging out with those guys, but... yeah I don't know, man, kids are weird." He was, of course, over generalizing even to the point of referring to one beach in particular he had been fairly attached to and was really sore about the sudden upscale in clientele and tourism but, whatever, no one was asking for accuracy here. Probably.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 8:32 pm
"I f*ckin' hate nerd glasses..." Ellie never understood the appeal of the thick rimmed glasses. Then again, she came from a family that didn't need glasses, and though her boss wore glasses, he wore the plainest ones he could. Fancy glasses, whether aimed to be "nerdy" or "fashionable" just seemed pointless.
She rolled her head back a bit before saying the one thing that just had to be said.
"...yer talkin' like an old man..."
Ellie wasn't a kid, but she also wasn't the sort who talked about the good old days. As if to help cover his little blunder, she asked something that would get them off the topic of how old this guy was talking.
"...sooo... what'cha do out'ere now?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 4:29 pm
Noah frowned again but was luckily, suitably distracted. "Oh, many, I got this great little place. On Waverly. Restaurant. My buddy makes burgers that will ********' blow. Your. Mind." Hand motions were added for emphasis.
"And I mean, everything is awesome. Pie. Pie and burgers and fried stuff. I could eat fried jalapenos like candy until I die." Which was accurate. Peppers and salt were Noah's dream food combination, everything else was just extra.
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