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Post by teresa on Feb 22, 2009 12:46:55 GMT -6
With time off finally, Terry tied her hair back into a pony tail and headed to the mechanics shop to work on her Mercury st rod, 355 v8. She was building it from scratch, and when she had to leave, she would be able to sell it for a nice profit that would float her for a few years somewhere else. As she left, she put a black baseball cap on her head, a pair of prescription sunglasses, and started towards the shop. Listening to music along the way always put her in a better mood, and by the time she got there, she was bouncing on her toes.
Unfortunately, she hadn't counted on someone getting sick, and so she was left standing in front of the shop door that had a closed due to sickness sign on the door. "¡Ah eso justo gran! Eso es perfecto. ¿Ahora sea qué demonios yo supuesto hacer por tres horas!?" she spat. Sighing, she rubbed her cheeks, then turned back down the sidewalk to the street. Glancing down at her black tank top, jean shorts and crown Airwalk runners, she knew she wasn't capable of gong to too many places. Why did she decide to wear this, this morning? Then she sighed and put her ear buds back in as she started walking, she had worn this, because she had coveralls and steel toed boots at the shop, along with her car. Again she sighed and looked around. Now what to do? There wasn't a lot for her to do in the late afternoon, and since it wasn't scheduled she couldn't go to the gym yet. Slipping her arms through both straps of her small back back, she started jogging with nowhere in mind. Letting the music set her pace, her shoes slapped against the ground. Free running was free, and good exercise so it would just have to do.
She leapt up onto a wall, scrambled up the drain pipe and hopped onto the roof top. She glanced around while pulling a pair of fingerless gloves on, then stretched out her body and took off towards the south. With one giant leap, she pushed off the ledge and landed into a roll on the roof across. Glancing up, she laughed to herself and took off going against the sun. Free Running, her third passion.
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Post by jason on Mar 4, 2009 12:14:25 GMT -6
Jason woke up breathing hard and covered in sweat from a night of tossing. It had been another crappy sleep, the last thing he needed lately. Wearing his pajama pants, he shuffled out into the apartment and looked around.
" 'ello?" he asked quietly. Either no one was home, or no one was up yet. Giving a shrug of his shoulders, he went into the bathroom, took a ten minute shower, then made himself breakfast. Although, all breakfast to him, was a box of cereal, the milk jug, a large bowl and a spoon being carried into the living room so that he could watch cartoons or sports. Whichever he stumbled onto first.
He poured half the box into the bowl, and some of the milk, letting it splash across the Lucky Charms. he set everything else but the bowl with the spoon in it, and the remote down on the coffee table, and flipped through channels. Between cereals and t.v. shows, America wasn't half bad. Alcohol tasted like piss though, and he was grateful to the fact that his employer started carrying some better beer for him lately.
The first thing that came up was cartoons, so he tossed the remote aside and watched Wacky Races on some retro network he occasionally watched.
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Post by teresa on Mar 5, 2009 1:15:23 GMT -6
She ran for over an hour, letting the city's flow guide her steps. It took her a long time before she was relaxed enough to head home. As she went up the stairs, she grabbed the mail on her way in, then opened up the door. Her first sight was Jason sitting half naked on the couch. He thought a lot of himself, which was a reason he was her friend and nothing else. She tossed her bag into the closet, took off her shoes, then wandered in to the living room, flopping on the couch beside him.
"Good shows?" she asked quietly before stealing a bite of his cereal.
Propping her feet up on the coffee table, she watched the cartoons for a while before getting up and going to the computer. They had a few more hours before any of them would go out. They knew the good bartenders, and none started work yet.
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Post by jason on Mar 5, 2009 15:21:54 GMT -6
He bobbed his head in response and kept watching, ignoring the stolen bite. They took food from each other all the time, for no better reason than they could some days. After the show ended he got up and got dressed, throwing on his usual pair of straight legged jeans and a dark blue button down top. Since his hair was short he didn't worry about it and just sprayed some cologne on. While he tucked the ends of his shirt into his belted jeans, he walked over to Terry and looked over her shoulder at the screen.
"Is everyone coming out tonight, or they all working again?" That was the unfortunate part about their jobs. The best time off was sunday or monday, but every one usually had to work those days. He stood straight again and folded down his collar, wondering where he left his chain. " 'ey, did you see my chain?" he asked while he looked over the coffee table, shuffling a few things around.
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Post by teresa on Mar 5, 2009 15:50:00 GMT -6
Silently she shook her head, flicking through the random e-mails she'd gotten. "Everyones doing something tomorrow that involves getting up early. Teaches us to meet people through work." she said laughing quietly. When he asked about his chain, she glanced around then shook her head. "No, last I saw it was on you yesterday."
She turned back to the computer, and shut it off, not bothering to finish everything else. If Jason was getting ready, that meant he'd want to take off soon, so she decided to go get ready herself. "I'll be back." she muttered as she headed to her room.
She picked out a pair of ripped jeans and a black spaghetti strap top then went to the bathroom for a quick shower. By the time she was done the shower, dried her hair, got dressed and put on her make up forty-five minutes had already passed. She stepped out of the bathroom and displayed herself in front of Jason as though she was both Havannah White, and the prize. " How does this look?" the top was plain but showed a bit of cleavage and a lot of shoulder. The pants were just that side of baggy, and ripped along the thighs and calves. A small black necklace adorned her neck, with silver earrings hanging from her lobes. She wore leather bracelets with spikes on them and skull emblems.
"Or do I look to butch?" she loved this style of dress, even if she sometimes felt like a guy from wearing it.
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Post by jason on Mar 11, 2009 12:55:46 GMT -6
While she went for a shower, Jason dug around for his chain and finally found it on his bed. It must have fallen off in his nights sleep, so finally he put it on, and adjusted the silver medallion to under his shirt. He went back into the living room and flopped down on the couch, flipping through the channels.
He had started on a second show by the time she sauntered over to him, showing off her outfit. "Looks good. It says I'll rock your world if ya treat me good, but I'll kick your arse if you treat me bad." he smiled then turned back to the tv, barely hearing the butch comment. "Oh no, your a girl and everyone with fu**in' know it." he said with a laugh. He knew her personality and had no doubt that she would display the fact that she was feminie almost beyond belief.
Flipping the tv off he got up and put on his jacket. "Come on, we'll head to the pub, she can catch up later." rarely did he ever say the woman's name, it just seemed daunting for some reason.
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Post by teresa on Mar 15, 2009 2:51:54 GMT -6
Terry grinned and did a little dance. "Great! Thats what I was hoping for!" she laughed. When Jay got up to leave, Terry nodded and put on her plain black hoodie with a generic skull on the front. Locking the door behind the two of them, she skipped off towards the street, giving jay a playful push. While she knew she was a flirtatious person, she and jay were never going to be that way together. They both understood their roles, and besides, Jay belonged to their room mate, the vampiress.
It didn't take long for them to reach Capital, which is why they all liked living there. Easy access to a job was hard to come by now a days, especially for the low rent they paid. Leaving jay outside to have his smoke, Terry skipped inside, waving to the workers and customers she knew. A few of her regulars stopped her to talk, not about anything important, but as though they wanted to remind her that they were still here.
Once she disengaged herself, she went to the bar, took off her hoodie and held it out to Jeff, one of the bartenders that was working. "Hold onto this for me, will ya Jeff?" Jeff took with sweater with a nod, and grabbed three glasses and a jug of draft. With a smile, Terry took all four and skipped off to her favorite table. Three youngin's sat at it, but after a short flirty conversation the two men and women got up and wandered to the bar. Terry set down the mugs and jug, then went to the dart board and grabbed the darts. She didn't want them taken before she came back to play.
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Post by jason on Mar 24, 2009 14:46:09 GMT -6
Giving Terry a nod as she went in he stood outside bouncing on his toes. Watching the patrons come and go, he eyed one woman appreciatively as she swayed past, headed to her car. "Bloody 'ell...." he muttered, flicking his smoke away. That woman had looks that was something else. Shaking his head and chuckling, he opened the door and slipped inside, waving to a few of the people. other woman was the last thing he needed to think about. After all, he barely understood the two he lived with, and the other two that he worked with. He reached Jeff, quickly passed his jacket back, and then looked around. As always, Terry sat in her favorite booth. The woman was a creature of habit if nothing else.
Jay wandered over to her and sat down, taking a drink that she poured. The darts lay on the table, and he had to chuckle. Darts was a fun game, but he didn't like playing it with her, she was just to good. Pool though, pool she wasn't as good at so it was a fair game, and usually fun. Giving a glance around while he took a swig, he pondered what kind of trouble he could get into.
"So w'at are we doin' tonight?"
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Post by teresa on Apr 4, 2009 14:03:30 GMT -6
(Sorry this took me so long, been extra busy lately, but here it is, forgive me for being short and brutal ha ha)
After pouring the drinks, she watched as Jay sat down and took a glass. "I'm not positive." she said while looking around. Her attention was caught and held for a few moments by a tall man with broad shoulders, then she continued on and finally looked back at Jay. "We have a few options to roll with." she said. Even though she spoke three languages, and was working on learning three more, her english was as good as anyone around her. The joy of having to much time on your hands.
"We could hang around here playin' games for a while and get hammered; Oo and I can get lucky!." she flashed a grin at him, and chuckled. "We could also just finish up drinks and go running for a while, check out some new places." she said with a shrug, unsure what he wanted to do. There was after all a variety of things that they could do, it was a matter of energy, time and effort that decided what they did.
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