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Post by puzzles on May 23, 2013 14:40:48 GMT -5
The sound of a ratchet turning echoed in throughout the garage as Jacob laid under his car. The street car's front left side was dented and crumpled. It's side panel was leaning against the wall. The red and blue puzzle design was scratched beyond recognition. Puddles surrounded the vehicle. Reaching around, he grabbed another socket and attached it to his ratchet. A few cranks of it and he set it down. He pulled out part of the axle and rolled himself out from under the car. "Shit," He grumbled under his breath as he saw piece in the light. He set the piece down on a counter to see what he could salvage. Looking at the clock, he became even more annoyed. It was seven minutes past 3 am. "Who needs sleep anyway," He grumbled again. Jacob was covered in grease and oil.
The thought of his car being slammed into the barrier made him boil with rage. "Next time I see that bitch, I'm going to... argh!" He yelled, slamming his fist to the counter. That statement made him realize, he didn't even who she was. She always wore a racing helmet. "It doesn't matter," he thought to himself as he looked at two crates he brought with him. He smiled menacingly as he opened. One contained a nitro system and the other was an oil slick system.
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Post by mollydrake on May 23, 2013 15:30:08 GMT -5
If I get it all down on paper
It's no longer inside of me
It was just a bit past 3 am when Mollys alarm went off. Getting up fast the girl turned off the alarm befor Aleigha would wake up to yell at her for being up to early. Looking through her closet the girl pulled out black cargo pants, black tank top, her yellow sneakers and yellow jacket. Molly got dressed and fixed her hair, with A nice comb through with a stark industries ball cap to finish the look. Molly looked over to see Aleigha still all asleep in her bed as she walked out of the room. Creeping down the hallway molly made her way the front of the lobby. To her surprise no one was about, she figured at least Jimmy or Rachel would be stirring about this late watching over the grounds. Making her way out of the front door she headed to the garage. It was late and she thought that no one would be up.
Opening the door the young girl slipped in, seeing what she want expecting she froze in her steps. Watching the car liquid covered boy she waited until he was opening his boxes before she moved again. Making her way over a small cabinet she pulled out her ice skates and walked over to him. “Whatcha doin?” Mollys voice was full of curiosity for what the dude was doing, then she noticed his car. “What happen to you car, did it get in to a fight with one of the Rasputin kids?” she said joking a bit, she knew Aleigha quite well and she knew what the clan of Rasputin’s could do.
The girl looked at him. “I’m molly, Molly Drake.” She looked in to his boxes and saw the nice epicness inside them . “How long have you been out here, its like three in the morning.” She yawned thinking about how late it was and how she had gotten up about ten minutes ago.
Threatening the life it belongs to
TAGS: Puzzles
WORDS: 324
OUTFIT: dont have it
NOTES: nom nom nom
LYRICS: Anna Nalick
CREDITS: ANYA from CAUTION 2.0 |
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Post by puzzles on May 23, 2013 20:45:01 GMT -5
Jacob raises an eyebrow at the girl. "Uh, yah, fight, whatever." He pulled the hoses out of the nitro box and started tightening it onto the engine. "Jacob Nullsen," he said over his shoulder. He looked at the clock even though he knew what time it was. "About six hours. What are you doing up so early?" He asked as he walked back to the axle piece. "Last thing and I should be done with repairs," He mumbled.
Jacob tore into the piece. Looking at it, he decided that most of it could be salvaged, but none of it would be racing quality. He would need to replace the piece before he could race again. Taking a torch, he welded together a few cracks before reassembling the component. "Hand me that ratchet" he said when he rolled under the car, axle piece in hand. Tightening the last few bolts, he rolled back out and looked at the clock. It was 3:20. He smiled at this, knowing that he might be done before too long.
"Tell me if you see anything that should not be going on. Fire in the engine, smoke, squirting fluid, that sort," He said as he climbed into the driver's seat. Turning the key, the engine started up. He pressed on the gas a little, causing it to rev up. The turbo hissed when he left off the gas. "See anything?" He said over the engine.
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