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 Posted: Sat Aug 22, 2015 8:16 pm
On the darker side of town, where it became a little more rundown, and fences ran higher. The streets were quieter, but only cause conversation was taken to the alleys and into the porches. The road was a little more bumpy, DC said eventually they'd be getting to the new paving, but for now, it was all part of the tourist attraction.
Crime was normal. It wasn't extremely abundant, they had some gang happenings but it was all hidden in the back and away from the main streets. But the families were tough, resilent and together. A hood, if you will. Nestled in the hood, bright neon lights graced the small shops run by families. Liquor store, Quickie Markets, Asian store, Used car lots. The usual out of the way places, but nesscary for the growth of economy in this hood.
One place, glowed with not just the neon sign, but had one large garage door opened, filtering light into the darkened streets. The sound of low rock came from the light, and the occasional shift of a person in the building. The neon sign was a car, followed by Mechanics and Garage. Established in 1995.
Regan didn't keep hours like the normal guys. She was, in their minds, too young for a garage. Too pretty for the garage. Too....womanly for the garage. She was dressed in a white tank, tucked into skinny faded jeans, both were stained with dark oil. Her white blue ombre hair was tucked into a bill cap. There was no mutterings or cursing, but a slight drum roll on the opened hood of a 1996 ford ranger.
Something, she thought, was leaking. And the only way to find it was dump a bucket of dye in it to find it. It was she thought, going to be a long night.
Longer if anyone decided they needed their transportation fixed right now. Being one of the only shops opened at night also meant free to whoever wished to come.
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2015 1:29 am
Damian knew he looked out of place in this neighborhood. But he wasn't going to get far - not when his bike was broken down, which meant finding a repair shop here. The motorcycle had felt like the wisest investment of what money he had, given that he needed transportation, a car loan was out of the question, and he didn't want to waste all the money he had apparently left himself.
And, alright, he liked how a motorcycle felt. It was wholly different from a car, and the Negaverse had no trouble providing a Class M license.
When he spotted the repair shop, he let out a relieved exhale. Walking a heavy motorcycle wasn't exactly easy - he had seriously considered powering up for a little while to make it easier. But here was an open repair shop, and it looked like there was someone there.
"Excuse me," he called politely, "are you one of the mechanics here?"/size]Pixie Nixie I UM. LOST THIS...OH MY GOD I AM THE WORST.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2015 8:35 pm
She was coming out, wiping her hands with her rag when she noticed someone in the shop. Usually, she would have to wait for Chance to come in but since she was working off hours.
She didn't smile at Damian, but her gaze went right to the bike.
"Bring it in." She gestured to the empty part of the garage and then disappeared for a second. When she returned, she had a clip board of paper work.
"Fill this out. Brief explanation. What happened?" She looked at the motorcycle. She wanted to get her hands on it.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 10:47 pm
Damian nodded, and walked the bike into the shop at her direction. He was lucky enough to have found a repair shop at all, at this time of night, so hew wasn't exactly going to complain about to-the-point service.
Especially not from a pretty girl.
"It stalled," he said, "and I haven't been able to get it to start back up again. The engine, perhaps?" He provided a verbal explanation even as he started in on filling out the paperwork. "I purchased it used, with no guarantees about condition." Because it had been the cheapest possible option, really. He was starting to regret that.
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2016 1:22 pm
"Tch." She made a sound of disappointment at him and then sighed. Everyone bought used cars or bikes. "Some people are sleezes. Gotta be careful." She started before pulling on a size larger brown gloves, as Carefully as she could, she rolled the bike over to her work area which was clean and orderly.
"You got some issues here I can fix, and some major ones that you'll need to take care of later. Tonight I'll get her up and running for you for awhile but then I'll write down the rest needed to be fixed. You can take that form, when I fill it out, to any mechanic but I'd prefer if you come back to me." She gave him a blank stare, as she gathered her tools before hunkering down.
"My name is Regan. What's yours?"
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