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Post by Meiyi Huang on Sept 23, 2018 20:06:14 GMT -6
[attr=class,topreading]Meiyi sighed, steering the motorbike with her right hand, whilst she held her umbrella in her left hand, the pitter-patter of the rain relentless. Though she had hoped to stay in on a day with terrible weather, she couldn't really say no when her dad asked her to bring his motorcycle to be repaired. After all, she was the only bum in the house now, considering she had finished her studies, and everyone else had work.
Still, she didn't have to like doing this in the pouring rain, she grumbled inwardly. Not like she was allowed to drive it anyways, considering her condition.
Although the repair shop wasn't too far away from her place, it took longer than it should, what with having to steer a motorcycle only with one hand and the other holding an umbrella. She almost lost count of the times that she stumbled and nearly fell on top of the bike. Halfway through, Meiyi gave up, tucked the umbrella away and embraced the rain to steer the bike with both hands. At least that way, she could be assured that she wouldn't fall flat on her face.
After some time, she finally reached the repair shop that her dad told her about, though of course drenched completely in rain. She sighed, wheeled the motorcycle into the garage of the shop, and then knocked on the shop's door, hoping that someone would answer.
A crude mechanic with a bad attitude, seeking to triumph at life. Un-charismatic and rude, he rubs people the wrong way no matter his actual intentions. A hardworker with a lot of passions, most of them of the nerd kind.
Post by Theodore Connelly on Sept 23, 2018 21:18:09 GMT -6
[attr=class,topreading]The crashing sound of multiple different irons falling to the floor met the girl's knock on the door, a stream of loud, foul mouthed cussing following immediately after it. Soon, what sounded like stomping steps began to approach the door hastily, the anger almost felt in each heavy thud.
"Boy, get the damn doo-!" Thundered a deep, scratchy voice, though it was swiftly interrupted by the more youthful, foul mouthed voice that had been cussing before.
"I'm not deaf, you fucking old man, I heard!" It responded, before it cursed incoherently as what sounded like a wrench crashing into a wall after being flung across the room echoed behind the door immediately after.
A second or so later, the door was swung open, slamming against the wall loudly and finally revealing the source of all the angry cursing. Somewhat tall at 183 cm, the young man before the girl looked down at her from behind his aviator sunglasses, his expression less than pleasant. He was clothed in a dirty, overly large white t-shirt, his mechanic's jumpsuit serving as his pants, the thing zipped all the way down to his waist with the sleeves tied together to hold the suit around it.
After giving her an up and down look, the youth snorted, seemingly unimpressed by the sight. Perhaps she didn't cut an impressive visage while completely drenched.
"Your knocking made drop my tools, girly; this better be good." he snorted out, seemingly content to let the girl stand in the rain as he crossed his arms over his chest and waited. Almost immediately after he finished speaking, a metal wrench came flying from inside the building, ramming soundly, and painfully, into the youth's skull. Needless to say, his unimpressed expression broke as he lurched forward, his hands flying for the back of his head as he howled in pain.
"FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK, YOU SHITTY OLD MAN?!" He screamed, rubbing the back of his head furiously- it didn't matter if this wasn't the first, or hell, even the tenth time he had gotten smacked across the head/face with a wrench- it always smarted!
"Don't you 'what the fuck' me, boy! The sky is falling out there- let the client inside, idiot!" Roared out the old man, making the youth twitch with irritation. After a couple of more seconds of rubbing at his head, the youth grunted as he moved to stand out of the girl's way, motioning with his neck for her to come inside.
Post by Meiyi Huang on Sept 24, 2018 3:23:27 GMT -6
[attr=class,topreading]The moment Meiyi knocked on the door and heard the muffled cursing from inside the shop, she felt a chill go up her spine, which she rarely felt. A chill up her spine didn't usually indicate the start of an episode for her usually, which made it even weirder that she felt such a sensation. It made her feel as if she just had a bad premonition of what was to come...
And her prediction was answered when the door slammed open, revealing a foul-mouthed man at the front door, with dirty clothing and for some reason wearing sunglasses even during this dreary weather. Meiyi couldn't help but yelp from both fear and surprise and jumped back, creating a small splash in the rainwater that began to pool underneath her from her dripping wet clothing.
"I, uh..." Meiyi squeaked, unable to find the words and gulping down her anxiety, which was only exacerbated even further when the young man told her that her knocking had interrupted him, "I don't, I mean, uh..."
It was then that Meiyi saw what looked like a heavy metal object come flying towards her, and she screamed and cowered, until she peeked up and saw that the object had been directed at the young man instead, which had also hit him squarely in the back of his head. Of course, Meiyi only screamed louder when she heard the ill-afflicted man scream as well, in curses instead of unintelligible fear like her, however.
"Huh?" Meiyi responded underneath her cowering figure when she finally realised that the young man finally made way for her to come inside, "Oh, uh, thank you," she gave a curt bow before darting through him and into the store, half out of general fear of the young man, half out of an immense desire to get out of the rain.
She blinked once she was inside the store, and then turned around to face the young man when she finally remembered her objective for coming to such a place. Though this time, she prepared herself mentally first, taking a deep breath in, puffing out her chest, and then looking at him straight in the eye, disregarding her own building fear that she felt twisting her gut.
"Um! I have a broken motorcycle that I need to repair!" Mei said loudly, almost at a loud enough volume for a shout, though talking at a loud volume was the only thing she could think of to ensure that she could keep looking brave, "The engine won't start, and my dad sent me here to get you to fix it, mister! So please check it! It's in the garage!"
She took another deep breath in, making sure that her eyes kept staring straight at the young man's eyes to assert whatever dominance she had left inside her, even though it would look weird for a small, scrawny girl to do such a thing, and then let it all out in a louder voice, "THANK YOU!"
A crude mechanic with a bad attitude, seeking to triumph at life. Un-charismatic and rude, he rubs people the wrong way no matter his actual intentions. A hardworker with a lot of passions, most of them of the nerd kind.
Post by Theodore Connelly on Sept 25, 2018 12:33:55 GMT -6
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"Why the fuck are you screaming!?" Asked the young man bluntly while holding his head, grimace still on his face. For such a meek looking girl she sure had a good pair of lungs in her chest, jeez!
Either that or she had no concept of an indoor voice- she was screaming again. Something something engine not starting. The youth grind his pinky against his ear with clear irritation in his eyes, brows twitching.
"Ever heard of a fucking indoor vo-" The youth was interrupted by his own yelp as he suddenly ducked down, another metallic wrench flying over the space previously occupied by his head and slapping soundly against the wall.
"Don't give lip to the client, fool! You heard her clearly, didn't you?! Get in the garage!" Screamed his boss yet again- though this time, he was perfectly visible, loungin lazily in a couch behind a counter, tinkering with something or other in his lap. He was an old looking man, short and stout, yet with arms bulging with muscle and a balding head. He had a long, grey beard dirtied with patches of what could be oil or some other such liquid, and was dressed much like the youth, though he clearly preferred to keep the entirety of the jumpsuit on his person while on the job.
For his part, the youth grimaced, the back of his head throbbing painfully just at the sight of the old man. Not that such a reminder did anything to make him any less irreverent.
"The fuck? Why should I do it, I'm already busy with the Car in the back! Ya ain't done jack today, old man!" Protested the youth, though he was already gesturing with his neck to the girl to follow him- protesting was but a token effort, at this point.
"I ain't paying you to whine, boy!" Roared the old man from his chair, though he didn't really bother to look up from whatever it was he was tinkering with.
The youth didn't really offer anything much in response other than a growl, bending down to pick up a metal box before throwing open the door leading into the garage, not bothering to wait and see if the girl was following.
The bike in question wasn't hard to find- it was drenched in water and was the only vehicle of its kind in the garage, the rest being old and/or cheap looking cars that would clearly need constant repairs. They were in Harlem, so it shouldn't surprise anyone their clientele wasn't exactly top class.
The youth casually threw the metal box by the Bike, the popping open as it slammed onto the floor, revealing a plethora of tools inside it.
"Fucking old man..." He growled, squatting by the bike. After breathing deeply and releasing said breath in the form of a growl, the youth finally spoke. "Whatever. Ya said something 'bout the Engine, girly?" Said the youth as he squatted besides the bike, still not looking at the girl.
Post by Meiyi Huang on Sept 25, 2018 15:44:32 GMT -6
[attr=class,topreading]Her current disposition, a nervous wreck, led her to only focus on one thing: yelling out her request. Which, in saying that, she completely missed what the young man was saying about yelling. Not intentionally, of course, but she also couldn't help herself by being completely scared and just wanting to ensure that they understood what she was talking about.
It was only when the wrench flew past her that she finally came back to reality, and she yelped and cowered once more to the opposite direction of where the wrench came from. Now, however, she was more accustomed to flying metal objects, so she quickly straightened herself up and yelled out, obviously not having taken in the young man's advice, "I'm sorry!"
The old man, who sounded more like the young man's mentor, was on her side on this, and for that she was grateful for, unconsciously releasing a sigh of relief when the young man was told to do what Meiyi had just asked for. Though they seemed to have a very volatile relationship, something Meiyi wasn't accustomed to seeing with in other people who also seemed to have a close relationship, the old man managed to get the young one to check out the motorcycle anyways. Jumping a little out of nerves when the young man growled and left for the garage, though she couldn't be blamed for being so jumpy, she quickly gave a bow to the old man and yelled, "Thank you!" before she followed the mechanic out into the garage.
When she got out, she scanned the area and noticed the bike she had placed in earlier, as well as the young mechanic crouching beside it. She hurriedly scampered over, though kept well away from the bike to ensure that she didn't impede his repairs. Out in the garage though, Meiyi could clearly hear the storm pelting on the garage roof than when she was inside, and though she wasn't afraid of a storm, she was worried for her trip back home. The rain was definitely harder than when she arrived into the store, and now she can hear frequent lightning strikes in close vicinity.
She blinked when she realised that the young mechanic had addressed her, asking about the engine, "Oh! Um," taken off-guard and now having a little bit more accustomed to the rough behaviour of the young man, Meiyi unconsciously lowered the volume of her voice, into just a louder than usual voice, but not quite a yell or a shout, "Yeah, I think my dad said something was wrong with the engine. I don't know much about bikes, but apparently it just wouldn't start, even though the tank is at full."
"Can you figure out what's wrong with it? My dad's at a loss." she asked, then realising that she had left out all sorts of formality out of her fear, she quickly gave a bow, "I'm sorry I haven't said my name! I am Meiyi."
A crude mechanic with a bad attitude, seeking to triumph at life. Un-charismatic and rude, he rubs people the wrong way no matter his actual intentions. A hardworker with a lot of passions, most of them of the nerd kind.
Post by Theodore Connelly on Oct 1, 2018 21:20:46 GMT -6
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"Theo. Pleasure, or whatever." He responded bluntly to the girl giving out her name, reaching into his box of tools and producing one of said tools as he spoke. Could he figure it out? Psh, he was a fucking professional, of course he could. "The old man wouldn't tell me to do it if I couldn't." He was unreasonable about a lot of things- most things, actually. But he wasn't about to let some kid mouth off to him if they didn't have at least some skill to work for him.
He went through several motions quickly- first checking to see if the battery on the thing was dead before looking at the fuel tank. He seemed to focus on the fuel tank for a moment, examining it carefully before reaching for one of the many pockets of his undone jumpsuit, pulling out a thin, metal wire.
Inserting it into the fuel tank for a moment, he popped it into a small vent for a few seconds before extracting it- leaning in close shortly after before blowing firmly into the hole. After this, he closed the hole before his hand went for the clutch. As he tried to ignite the bike- No response.
"Guess the vent wasn't clogged." He muttered. Either that, or a clogged vent wasn't the only issue with the vehicle. He really hoped it was just something easy like a blocked exhaust or a loose spark plug... He didn't want to actually have to open up the engine or something.
"You might want to sit down, girly. This could take a while." He informed her as he began tinkering with the other parts of the vehicle, rolling his free arm while grunting before setting down to really work. "So. This thing yours? Or your dad's?" She had mentioned her father had sent her'ere- but hadn't clarified it was the father's. That said, he glanced over his shoulder, giving her an obvious up and down look before snorting. "Guess that was a stupid question. Is your old man going through his midlife crisis or something?"
[attr=class,topreading]"Oh, it's a pleasure to meet you too!" Meiyi gave a quick bow, retaining her sense of manners now that she wasn't in total shock and fear.
Though at first Theo mumbled to himself without confidence, his quick gestures checking the bike told otherwise, at least to Meiyi. She didn't have much knowledge regarding machinery, but no one without decent training or knowledge would be able to go through such actions as quickly as Theo did, in her opinion at least. She nodded unconsciously, as if in silent approval.
After he went through the trouble of checking the vents, he told her to take a seat. She glanced around the garage quickly, noticing a stool in the corner of the room, and quickly went to grab it and sat down near him. Close enough so that she could talk and watch him work, but far enough so that she didn't exactly interfere with his repairs. She watched him with intense curiosity, though not understanding anything of what the mechanic was doing, it was still interesting to see someone tinker around with complex objects.
Meiyi blinked when he asked her a question, taking her out of her concentrated staring, "Oh, uh, this is my dad's, and no, he's liked bikes even before I was born. Even before we moved here, he prefers using his bike if he's going anywhere alone," she shrugged, "It's a hobby to him, I guess, and it's faster. It's not unusual back home to see people prefer motorbikes instead of cars."
Which was true, and considering that her dad seemed to have cared for the bike quite a bit, Meiyi figured that he must be devastated if the bike ended up being irreparable, "What do you think the problem with the bike is?" she asked, "Ever seen anything like it before?"
A crude mechanic with a bad attitude, seeking to triumph at life. Un-charismatic and rude, he rubs people the wrong way no matter his actual intentions. A hardworker with a lot of passions, most of them of the nerd kind.
Post by Theodore Connelly on Oct 13, 2018 16:59:24 GMT -6
[attr=class,topreading] "I didn't ask for your father's life story, girly." He replied bluntly to her pleasantries, not bothering to look away from the bike. Damn it, it was really starting to look like he would have to take the engine off the thing and tinker with it- waaay more effort than he really wanted to do this close to his lunch time. He would spend a good amount of time silently examining the vehicle before finally sighing in defeat.
"Friggin' damn it, I might have to actually open up this crap." he said with a groan, reaching into the box to withdraw yet more tools. This would take a long while.
"Urgh, I'll miss the new magical girl Mizuha episode..." He mumbled to himself, scratching at his head for a moment. After a while, he moved to stand up straight, stretching his arms above his head while grunting.
"It ain't gonna be quick, girlie. " He said shortly after, stretching his neck from side to side, a pop going off each time. "It's definitely something with the engine- means I gotta tinker with it. That alone will take some time. You should go do something else- this'll take a while." He said, before squatting back in front of the bike, breathing in deeply.
After a few seconds, the sound of an stomach rumbling filled the garage, the youth snapping up to his feet with a growl. "Fuck it." He said, dropping the tools back into the box. "It's my lunch time and I'm hungry as hell. I'mma go grab a bite." He said as he pulled his cellphone- an old, nokia looking thing still using a LED screen. "Definitely lunch time. Oi, girlie." He said, looking over his shoulder. "Did you eat before coming here?"
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