--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Jonah: He’d bought the bike from one of the black market shops he had regular dealings with. Because he didn’t want any unwanted attention, the business deal was done all above board and with all the proper registrations. It functioned perfectly, or at least as perfectly as he could tell since he had no real knowledge of mechanics. Since the machine came with no maintenance records, he figured it would be a good idea to take it to a shop and let somebody that knew what they were doing go through it and check it over.
After he looked through the phonebook, he found a Twisted Sister Custom & Design. If he was going to spend a decent amount of money on the bike, he figured he could make it look good as well. The loud roar of the bike echoed in his ears even after he cut the engine off and walked in to the door. He knew he didn’t have an appointment but figured that he could leave the bike there until it was ready. He’d lasted this long without one, he could make do for a bit longer.
“Hello,” he called out. “Anyone here?”
Dominique: Dominique was pretty sure the night had to get busy at some point. Just because the last several that had passed she spent sitting on her *** trying to figure out what the hell happened to those cars in need of general repair. It was getting to that point. Oil changes? Mufflers? Tune ups. Jesus. She needed to tear her mustang apart again and put it back together before it came to that.
The fact she had been sitting and fingering through another catalog full of airbrushing supplies said one thing. Dominique was bored as hell already. There was plenty of work to do. The stack of decorating catalogs on the right side of her desk was waiting for her to open them and get to choosing what tile to put in, fixtures and order office furniture. Had she so much as even pull the top one open? Nope.
Dominique was looking at her most active visitors to the shop were none other than a guy that was confused where the cupcake shop was and Vader who happened to walk in wearing his Yoda costume. Once chased the other away and the force of Yoda always was that strong. Rufus obviously was frustrated as well. She glanced down at the bull terrier and shook her head slowly. What could the dog expect? It was winter and he was dressed like a dork. He shook his head and snorted out his contentment in sinking back down into the floor.
“Sorry. This just might be as good as it gets.” She almost gave an attempt at a Jack Nicholson impression but that was quickly interrupted by the sound of someone coming into the shop. It was about time. “Then again…”
Dominique bounced up from the leather office chair and hopped over Vader who was showing less enthusiasm than he did earlier. Whoever it was she decided to close the office door and leave herself to the customer service. Walking up the steps and to the main floor of the shop she found a lot more to look at than she expected. It never ceased to amaze her how big some of these citizens got. Vampires. Those tall ones. Her eyes fixed on the one she was looking at as she came closer to making her presence known. He was familiar. She had seen...no met him before. Blood Thieves. That relic. He was the one in the abandoned warehouse. Quite, oddly friendly and unassuming. She was the one with a chip on her shoulder and an attitude to go with it. Doc was still a burn beneath her overly sensitive skin back then. Maybe it would been better having Vader greet the customers. She rubbed HOPE at the side of her neck to deter that nervous roll of her petite shoulder she would otherwise fall into.
“Evening. Welcome to Twisted Sister Custom & Design.” So now the questions would be answered that were waiting in her head. Would he remember her? Did he want to know where the massage shop was? Could that be those fresh pretzels she was smelling? Damn she was getting hungry again. “How can I help you?”
Jonah: Only a few moment after he had called out, she came in and he cocked his head as she greeted him. After a moment, he placed her as the one that had clued him in on the blood relic that he still hadn’t found. There was something else that he couldn’t remember that had him guarded.
Hooking a thumb over his shoulder, he gestured outside. “I just bought a bike and I’m trying to get it fixed up. Don’t know its history so just want to make sure its running the way it should be.” He paused for a moment before adding, “And I wouldn’t mind making the outside look a bit better, if you have time to do that? Not sure how busy you are. I know I’m just kinda dropping in unexpected.”
The apprehensive feeling remained and he dragged his nails over his scalp. He was unsure if he wanted her to say they had time to work on his bike or not but that feeling wasn’t so bad that he felt the need to leave. “Want to take a look at it first so you can decide?” There was no reason for him to have that feeling he finally decided as he made the invitation.
Dominique: Dark warm eyes studied the movements of his hands while she stepped back and colorful inked fingers curled at the leather jacket that was just behind her on the hook in the locker. She slid it on and adjusted it so that it rested on her shoulders like it was meant to. Comfortable with the fit and sure that she was ready to see what he was suggesting there was little left to do but head the direction that large thumb was aiming.
“Let’s go see what it is you have to work with.” She was confident and she was also smart about how things worked. Her petite body fell short of leaving the shop ahead of him. She nodded to the doorway as she pulled the door open. “Lead the way.”
Dominique was locking up via keypad in her phone. Was rather handy little feature that saved her time hunting for more keys. She could set the alarm system, manage the security systems and pretty much anything else that needed to be done without actually being inside the shop.
“I am pretty sure we can take care of whatever it is and have you riding like a king.” Dominique had the cell screen illuminating as she quickly set the security system. “As long as it isn’t one of those rolling hot dog stands like Mrs. Jensen from the garden club was looking to be outfitted with the group wagon in the back. I am not interested in any lawsuits for something that serves food, carries a girl scout troop and goes over the speed limit. I swear if I see two wheels, the handlebars and a motor waiting I might actually grin.”Dominique walked towards the exit appearing to keep up with the significantly larger mans stride. It was a workout keeping up with a body as tall as his. "Any trouble riding it here?"
Jonah: He waited for her as she locked up the store and gestured at the bike sitting before them. It was bright red with a tan leather seat and looked brand new.
He shook his head at the question. “Not that I could tell, it seemed to ride just fine.” After a brief pause, he added, “It would be nice if it could fit my...frame a little easier. I guess I’m a little...larger than the expected rider.” Looking at her fully, he smiled sheepishly. “So, you think you can do something with it?”
Dominique: She was pretty in sync with the much longer stride than she had been used to keeping up with in recent months. It was getting closer to a slow jog the more she gave it thought while passing through the snow covered parking lot. Her eyes lined up with the bike and she passed where he stood and walked a circle around him and the bike. The man had been given a the wrong year but otherwise it appeared to be in great shape.
“2015.” Her voice was soft as she knelt down and inspected the visible parts of the engine that mattered most. “Indian Scout. Easy to see that whoever had it was fond of it.”
Dominique’s hand ran lightly over sixty nine inch water cooled sixty degree dohc v-twin engine. Could she break it all down and explain what she was caressing to the man towering over bike and her? If they had a few hours she could. She was a self-taught mechanic. She didn’t wade through class time and books studying so she could just write and spell it all out upon request. She picked it all up naturally from hands on lesson and trial and error. For the record a polished mechanic she was not. Passionate, yes. More so than most who were in the business could ever claim to be. Bikes were still a learning process for her. Cars were her specialty but she was stretching her wings and damn determined to fly.
Dark warm eyes drifted over the seat and inched upward towards the curious owner’s face. Dominique could sent that he loomed waiting for some measure of assurance she could take something smaller and make it bigger to accommodate his obvious needs. She lifted up from where she kneeled and patted her open hand to the leather seat so that the inked top of her hand displayed what she had to offer the man in need. HOPE permanently frozen in place on her fingers.
“I can do wonders with anything if given a chance and a little time.” Dominique lacked in areas as all do. Long jump in highschool, arriving to confession and not getting caught with her pants down at least once. Only once! One place she had never fallen short of was the issue of confidence. If it took more time than she counted on she would would see it through and deliver what he was wanting. Business was an adventure and learning as she went was part of it. That combined was never a waste of her time. “I don’t do the work here as you can tell.”
Dominique was getting used to this part of her little speech about doing the work off-site in her own garage at home. She found it quiet there and her work undisturbed once she got started. She could work in shorts and a tank and have the music cranked loud enough to make the walls shake and no one would be offended. Just how she liked it. Doing it her way. It was the only way her work ever was completed on time.
“Do you have any issue with giving me a spare key and getting it back in a night or two? It may be a little longer depending on what I can come up with. Until then it would be in my garage at my place.” She looked at the bike beneath her hand again and cocked her head up to look at him. “My garage is underground and as secure as the Batcave. No worries.”
Jonah: When she began to inspect the bike, he stepped away from it, giving her free reign to do whatever it was that she was doing. Jonah could appreciate the love of machines and working with one’s hands but it was not a love he had in himself. His skills these days very rarely led to the creation of physical items. More often, he was destroying. So it was nice to see someone else with the abilities that he lacked.
As soon as she asked for the spare key, he began working it off the keyring he had that included the keys to the bookstore and the ranch. ”Only have the one key but I’m fine with you having it. I trust you.” He handed it over and continued. ”While you have it, do you think you could do anything with the paint job? Make it a bit more...me?”
His eyes drifted to the letters on her hands and the other apparent work she had done. Tattoos and body modification was an interest the big man had only gained since being turned. There were few others like him whose bodies could be permanently marked and with the prospect of eternity before him, he was becoming increasingly concerned with remembering what he was and what he was supposed to be. ”Hope you don’t mind me asking, but who does your work?”
After he looked through the phonebook, he found a Twisted Sister Custom & Design. If he was going to spend a decent amount of money on the bike, he figured he could make it look good as well. The loud roar of the bike echoed in his ears even after he cut the engine off and walked in to the door. He knew he didn’t have an appointment but figured that he could leave the bike there until it was ready. He’d lasted this long without one, he could make do for a bit longer.
“Hello,” he called out. “Anyone here?”
Dominique: Dominique was pretty sure the night had to get busy at some point. Just because the last several that had passed she spent sitting on her *** trying to figure out what the hell happened to those cars in need of general repair. It was getting to that point. Oil changes? Mufflers? Tune ups. Jesus. She needed to tear her mustang apart again and put it back together before it came to that.
The fact she had been sitting and fingering through another catalog full of airbrushing supplies said one thing. Dominique was bored as hell already. There was plenty of work to do. The stack of decorating catalogs on the right side of her desk was waiting for her to open them and get to choosing what tile to put in, fixtures and order office furniture. Had she so much as even pull the top one open? Nope.
Dominique was looking at her most active visitors to the shop were none other than a guy that was confused where the cupcake shop was and Vader who happened to walk in wearing his Yoda costume. Once chased the other away and the force of Yoda always was that strong. Rufus obviously was frustrated as well. She glanced down at the bull terrier and shook her head slowly. What could the dog expect? It was winter and he was dressed like a dork. He shook his head and snorted out his contentment in sinking back down into the floor.
“Sorry. This just might be as good as it gets.” She almost gave an attempt at a Jack Nicholson impression but that was quickly interrupted by the sound of someone coming into the shop. It was about time. “Then again…”
Dominique bounced up from the leather office chair and hopped over Vader who was showing less enthusiasm than he did earlier. Whoever it was she decided to close the office door and leave herself to the customer service. Walking up the steps and to the main floor of the shop she found a lot more to look at than she expected. It never ceased to amaze her how big some of these citizens got. Vampires. Those tall ones. Her eyes fixed on the one she was looking at as she came closer to making her presence known. He was familiar. She had seen...no met him before. Blood Thieves. That relic. He was the one in the abandoned warehouse. Quite, oddly friendly and unassuming. She was the one with a chip on her shoulder and an attitude to go with it. Doc was still a burn beneath her overly sensitive skin back then. Maybe it would been better having Vader greet the customers. She rubbed HOPE at the side of her neck to deter that nervous roll of her petite shoulder she would otherwise fall into.
“Evening. Welcome to Twisted Sister Custom & Design.” So now the questions would be answered that were waiting in her head. Would he remember her? Did he want to know where the massage shop was? Could that be those fresh pretzels she was smelling? Damn she was getting hungry again. “How can I help you?”
Jonah: Only a few moment after he had called out, she came in and he cocked his head as she greeted him. After a moment, he placed her as the one that had clued him in on the blood relic that he still hadn’t found. There was something else that he couldn’t remember that had him guarded.
Hooking a thumb over his shoulder, he gestured outside. “I just bought a bike and I’m trying to get it fixed up. Don’t know its history so just want to make sure its running the way it should be.” He paused for a moment before adding, “And I wouldn’t mind making the outside look a bit better, if you have time to do that? Not sure how busy you are. I know I’m just kinda dropping in unexpected.”
The apprehensive feeling remained and he dragged his nails over his scalp. He was unsure if he wanted her to say they had time to work on his bike or not but that feeling wasn’t so bad that he felt the need to leave. “Want to take a look at it first so you can decide?” There was no reason for him to have that feeling he finally decided as he made the invitation.
Dominique: Dark warm eyes studied the movements of his hands while she stepped back and colorful inked fingers curled at the leather jacket that was just behind her on the hook in the locker. She slid it on and adjusted it so that it rested on her shoulders like it was meant to. Comfortable with the fit and sure that she was ready to see what he was suggesting there was little left to do but head the direction that large thumb was aiming.
“Let’s go see what it is you have to work with.” She was confident and she was also smart about how things worked. Her petite body fell short of leaving the shop ahead of him. She nodded to the doorway as she pulled the door open. “Lead the way.”
Dominique was locking up via keypad in her phone. Was rather handy little feature that saved her time hunting for more keys. She could set the alarm system, manage the security systems and pretty much anything else that needed to be done without actually being inside the shop.
“I am pretty sure we can take care of whatever it is and have you riding like a king.” Dominique had the cell screen illuminating as she quickly set the security system. “As long as it isn’t one of those rolling hot dog stands like Mrs. Jensen from the garden club was looking to be outfitted with the group wagon in the back. I am not interested in any lawsuits for something that serves food, carries a girl scout troop and goes over the speed limit. I swear if I see two wheels, the handlebars and a motor waiting I might actually grin.”Dominique walked towards the exit appearing to keep up with the significantly larger mans stride. It was a workout keeping up with a body as tall as his. "Any trouble riding it here?"
Jonah: He waited for her as she locked up the store and gestured at the bike sitting before them. It was bright red with a tan leather seat and looked brand new.
“The guy I bought it from said it was a 2015. Somebody put it up as collateral for a business deal and...well, the deal fell through.” He walked behind the machine and rested a hand on it. “No idea how long the original owner had it or how long it has sat.”
He shook his head at the question. “Not that I could tell, it seemed to ride just fine.” After a brief pause, he added, “It would be nice if it could fit my...frame a little easier. I guess I’m a little...larger than the expected rider.” Looking at her fully, he smiled sheepishly. “So, you think you can do something with it?”
Dominique: She was pretty in sync with the much longer stride than she had been used to keeping up with in recent months. It was getting closer to a slow jog the more she gave it thought while passing through the snow covered parking lot. Her eyes lined up with the bike and she passed where he stood and walked a circle around him and the bike. The man had been given a the wrong year but otherwise it appeared to be in great shape.
“2015.” Her voice was soft as she knelt down and inspected the visible parts of the engine that mattered most. “Indian Scout. Easy to see that whoever had it was fond of it.”
Dominique’s hand ran lightly over sixty nine inch water cooled sixty degree dohc v-twin engine. Could she break it all down and explain what she was caressing to the man towering over bike and her? If they had a few hours she could. She was a self-taught mechanic. She didn’t wade through class time and books studying so she could just write and spell it all out upon request. She picked it all up naturally from hands on lesson and trial and error. For the record a polished mechanic she was not. Passionate, yes. More so than most who were in the business could ever claim to be. Bikes were still a learning process for her. Cars were her specialty but she was stretching her wings and damn determined to fly.
Dark warm eyes drifted over the seat and inched upward towards the curious owner’s face. Dominique could sent that he loomed waiting for some measure of assurance she could take something smaller and make it bigger to accommodate his obvious needs. She lifted up from where she kneeled and patted her open hand to the leather seat so that the inked top of her hand displayed what she had to offer the man in need. HOPE permanently frozen in place on her fingers.
“I can do wonders with anything if given a chance and a little time.” Dominique lacked in areas as all do. Long jump in highschool, arriving to confession and not getting caught with her pants down at least once. Only once! One place she had never fallen short of was the issue of confidence. If it took more time than she counted on she would would see it through and deliver what he was wanting. Business was an adventure and learning as she went was part of it. That combined was never a waste of her time. “I don’t do the work here as you can tell.”
Dominique was getting used to this part of her little speech about doing the work off-site in her own garage at home. She found it quiet there and her work undisturbed once she got started. She could work in shorts and a tank and have the music cranked loud enough to make the walls shake and no one would be offended. Just how she liked it. Doing it her way. It was the only way her work ever was completed on time.
“Do you have any issue with giving me a spare key and getting it back in a night or two? It may be a little longer depending on what I can come up with. Until then it would be in my garage at my place.” She looked at the bike beneath her hand again and cocked her head up to look at him. “My garage is underground and as secure as the Batcave. No worries.”
Jonah: When she began to inspect the bike, he stepped away from it, giving her free reign to do whatever it was that she was doing. Jonah could appreciate the love of machines and working with one’s hands but it was not a love he had in himself. His skills these days very rarely led to the creation of physical items. More often, he was destroying. So it was nice to see someone else with the abilities that he lacked.
As soon as she asked for the spare key, he began working it off the keyring he had that included the keys to the bookstore and the ranch. ”Only have the one key but I’m fine with you having it. I trust you.” He handed it over and continued. ”While you have it, do you think you could do anything with the paint job? Make it a bit more...me?”
His eyes drifted to the letters on her hands and the other apparent work she had done. Tattoos and body modification was an interest the big man had only gained since being turned. There were few others like him whose bodies could be permanently marked and with the prospect of eternity before him, he was becoming increasingly concerned with remembering what he was and what he was supposed to be. ”Hope you don’t mind me asking, but who does your work?”
