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At seven AM the shop opened. The large garage door creaked and groaned like an old man getting out of a chair. The young woman who owned the store busily prepaired herself for the day of work ahead. Already she was rolling up her sleeves after finishing up a BMW's broken oil valve. She specialized in older models with more class. As she shut the hood of the car her employees showed up for work around six forty-five. Ollie, her oldest employee and heavy lifter had arrived first, then Ricky and then John. All of them greasemonkeys looking for a car hood to hide under.

It was late after noon by now and not many people came in today. She took the time to work on her 'baby', her special Harley Davidson Fat-Boy. She was waxing the metallic surface listening to Billy Joel's Vienna over the sound system. She didn't enjoy the loud thrasher music when working on her cars.

Celaeno pulled her copper hair out of her face as she turned on the engine, hearing the low growl thunder into ignition.
"Like a chorus of angels," she commented,"That's a good girl, Thelma." One of her employees came over as she turned off the engine.

"I'm takin' my lunch break now, Laney," he informed her. She nodded briskly,"Take the time you need. Pick me up a hoagie while your out. I don't think anyone else is coming in today."
Not after the damn Jiffy-Lube opened up down the road, the bastards. She sighed heavily and stood up to stretch out. Taking Thelma out for a ride tonight would do her some good...
One of her favorite rides was up along the much more foresty-areas of New York or down to the Jersey coast line.

She shrugged off her jump suit and tied it around her waist as the heat began to get to her. Underneith the steely grey was a simple black tank top. The only visible marring on her pale skin was a scar just below her collar bone reaching out to her left shoulder. Most of it was hidden under her tank-top straps. Boredom overtook her as she went to her front desk to look for more files on what she could do today.

Laney had been penning down times for pick-ups when the smell of big-business assailed her. She looked up slowly, her storm-grey eyes taking in the well-dressed business man infront of her. The young woman knew business men from enough experiences with Tony Stark. It was like all the rich men wore the same cologne. Clearing her throat she stood up straight with a polite smile,"Hey there," she greeted,"What can I do you for today?" She took this chance to get a better look at the man. Designer glasses, probably a thousand-dollar suit. Usually men like this had only the eye for the make of the car and not the true inner-workings of them.

Something felt immensely different about this man. Sure she could dip into his mind but something about him.


[[It's okay mine is short too. I'm being rushed to get dressed to go out tonight xP]]

Celaeno felt him in her mind immediately. She was a strong psionic, possibly stronger than him. He didn't delve to deep in her mind which was good. If he did he would have been on his a** and out of here. So he is a mutant, she thought.
"You know," she said, leaning forward over the counter towards him. Her voice went low and sweet as she gazed into his eyes. Her dangerous stormy-eyes that shone with almost brief flashes of lightning,"It's rude to be in someone else's mind when they don't want it." She moved from around the counter without another word, going to his car.

He may have been a handsome cad, but a cad none the less. Her phone beeped in her pocket and she whipped it out and read the text from Pete Stark. Today would have gone so well too. The beautiful german shepherd in the passenger side of the car wagged her tail and greeted Laney,"Hi there sweety, look at you," She grinned and rubbed the dog's ears and scruff of the neck affectionately before opening the hood of the car. Laney gagged when the smoke hit her face, the heat watering her eyes.
When the smoke cleared she pulled on her jump suit, her name-tag reading 'Lane' in red letters on her left breast. She began to inspect the engine under the hood. She pulled her hair back once more and coughed again,"Your front suspension is ********, pardon my language. I can fix it but it will take a few hours. You should get your dog out of the front seat too, the fumes are terrible for her."

Laney began to tinker around,"Yeah well, you should try it some times. You could get into a lot of trouble with another person who could be much stronger and dangerous." Though she doubted he do a damn thing about it. She wiped her hands on her jumpersuit, the grease staining it.
"Yeah, you got jipped. He may have said 0-100 in four seconds but he didn't mention that the whole engine would sputter up and die. You got ripped off. Hopefully you can get your receipt because," she flicked a lock of copper hair out of her eyes and looked at him,"This thing will not get to 0-100 in four seconds anymore, I guarantee it." She walked over and opened the garage spot for his car.

"Mutant, freak, weirdo, what the hell ever people call it these days. Define normal and you never get the same defininition." She opened her specialty tool box, contemplating what she would need. She walked over to where Ricky was working,"I need a fan belt for a Puma."
"We don't carry Puma fans, Laney."
"Get me a mustang one then, I don't care. I need a fan belt."

She walked back and looked over the innards of the car again before looking at him fully,"Yeah well, like I said, define normal."

Laney rubbed the back of her hand against her eye brow and looked back at him on the curb,"Don't get so defensive I don't mean any harm by it." She closed the hood and looked over the car,"It's just a piece of junk with a nice outer shell. There's a dealer ship down the road but if you want to take my advice don't buy the first sweet ride you see. Be sensible and you won't have to come and see me again."

She went around the back and shook her head. Everything else seemed to be in order save for the shitty engine piece.
"Go with the sensible decision. The best model of car you could get is the 2009 ford taurus. They still make the model of them special down at the dealership. Great car." Celaeno suggested after grabbing a towel and wiping her hands down. She walked over to him and stood by the curb beside him, scratching the german shepherd behind her ears before holding out her hand to shake.
"Laney Banner," she introduced herself.

"It was just a look, so you don't owe me a thing. If you want a ride to the dealer ship I can give you one." SHe shrugged and glanced at the car again,"It will be a fun project but I'm not too keen on newer cars. I love really old ones that have had a lot of time on them." Her favorite was the really old-time camaros. Those were like her playgirl magazines. She didn't talk anymore about being a mutant like he was. She wasn't a mutant like him. She was a monster waiting to happen.
Shaw. I've heard the name before. I'll google him when I get to the mansion.
"If I sell it I'll end up sending you the money. Its your car after all."

[I sorry it's short D:]

"Deal then. Let me get my keys," She told him.

Celaeno hurried to get her own car since driving the Fat Boy was not an option. She herself owned an old school Mustang way back from the seventies. She had to redo the whole interior with a proper engine, but it still worked. Cars and Motorcycles were definitely this girl's kryptonite.
She pulled over in it and opened the passenger door from the inside,"Your dog can sit in the back. I put a blanket down already. Hop in."

She put on her own cheap gas-station sun glasses that worked wonders like designers. Already on her radio the Beatles played softly.

[[It's okay babes! I've been uber busy and I just started school. Mine is short too.]]

"No problem," Lane said, pealing out of the Autorepair parking lot and onto the busy street. From his thoughts she was able to find where the building was based on only his memory of how to get there. She did not look any further nor did she want to. He was a man and had his privacy. It was not her place to pry.

She pulled up to the side of the office building after the short ten minute drive to get there. Laney switched on her blinker so people could drive around her safely.
"Sorry about your car, like I said, the 2008 Taurus works the best for long distances. The newer models don't work as well." She unlocked the door and waited for Shaw and his pooch to exit before pulling out into the street and waving good-bye politely.


[[I think this is a good end right here. We can pick it up in a different RP perhaps later.]]