ย ย ย ย ย her ย head ย jerks ย up ย at ย the ย sudden ย clattering, ย a ย tool ย box ย exploding ย near ย her ย car. ย naraโs ย spent ย the ย best ย part ย of ย the ย night ย attempting ย breathing ย exercises ย in ย the ย driverโs ย seat, ย sweating ย fear ย and ย annoyance. ย she ย was ย hoping ย to ย win, ย collect ย her ย prize ย and ย call ย it ย a ย night. ย instead, ย sheโd ย had ย to ย weave ย through ย streets ย and ย corners, ย certain ย that ย the ย cops ย would ย be ย the ย l a s t ย thing ย sheโd ย have ย to ย worry ย about. ย jamieโs ย tantrum ย doesnโt ย impress ย her. ย not ย after ย the ย night ย sheโs ย had. ย nara ย opens ย the ย door, ย exiting ย to ย slowly ย collect ย the ย tools ย and ย put ย them ย back ย in ย the ย box. ย sheโs ย thankful ย her ย car ย came ย out ย withoutย a ย scratch, ย or ย sheโd ย join ย him ย in ย destroying ย the ย shop. ย โif ย you ย canโt ย fix ย it ย by ย yourself, ย ask ย for ย my ย help,โ ย she ย says, ย a ย hint ย of ย arrogance ย in ย her ย voice. ย โbut ย iโm ย sure ย you ย can ย find ย a ย more ย mature ย way ย of ย expressing ย your ย anger, ย until ย then.โ
his back was turned to her, and jamie went rigid at the sound of naraโs voice. heโd avoided her in the shop for a while now; his own cowardliness and immaturity had taken the wheel after what heโd seen. clearly, the latter was still in control.ย โย i can fucking fix it.ย โ he said lowly, defensive.ย โ just a pain in my ass. lordy. fuckinโ careless and no consequences. asshole is lucky they didnโt killย someone. โ he was worked up, still, his texas drawl laced heavy in his complaining. jamie thought, briefly, that this was the most heโd spoken to nara in a while. he noticed the toolbox intact once again, and felt oddly guilty. the violent outbursts typical of this lifestyle, that heโd witnessed, werenโt something he was proud to embody.ย โ i was interrupting your - uh - time, โ jamieโs version of an apology - gesturing widely with his hands toward her car,ย โ anyway, i have work to do. iโll keep it down. โ
ย ย ย ย with wide eyes , clover observed jamieโs tantrum in utter silence and disbelief. she had never seen him this aggravated before and in fact , it frightened her but she knew how passionate he was , not only as a person in general but also as a mechanic who spent hours upon hours working on cars. this was his craft and she admired it. but she was glad as a fighter , the only person she had to depend on was herself because if she was in the position of a racer sheโd be fighting with the mechanics 24/7 and vice versa.ย โdamn and here i was thinking i could return this wrenchโฆahaha.โ she laughed nervously , placing the steel wrench on top of the hood of one the cars and taking a step back from the vehicle with her hands in the pockets of her dark navy blue jeans. although the wrench was not at all the one she actually STOLEย , but some cheap replacement , she wasnโt gonna admit that to him at all.ย โif this is a bad timeโฆi can leave, no problem.โ
the dread and embarrassment of discovering he had an audience rushed through jamie like cold water. he tensed at her voice and wondered how much sheโd actually heard. clover.ย the corner of his mouth twinged upward at her antics, only for a fraction of a second.ย โ why ... why did you need a wrench?ย โ he eyed the tool and didnโt even recognize it. huh.ย โ clover pleaseย stop stealing my shit. โ leftover from his outburst, his voice was harsher than heโd intended. he wasnโt bothered by her presence - not really, but after the day heโd had it felt like fuel to a fire.ย โsorry. shitty day. steal my shit - borrow it - whatever.โ jamie shrugged, walking to another part of the garage as he trailed off.ย โgot anything else in your pockets youโd like to fess up to? iโve been missing a car jack for a few weeks now.โ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย sheโd been summoned like a child being sent to the principalโs office and while ordinarily , ย keziah doesnโt mingle well with people who demand for her presence , ย she decides to see him out of her own accord as some sort of payment for her sins . ย it wasnโt the first time sheโd ever pushed boundaries , ย though in comparison to her previous actions , ย giving his number to romilly was breaking through more than just one boundary and throwing him off a cliff . ย she hadnโt really begun to thought of ramifications of her actions , ย all she knew was that had romilly not gone out of her way to save her from the madness , ย that sheโd probably be in a jail cell for more crimes than just one . ย jamie was good at what he did , ย though his viewpoint on anyone outside of his own pyramids were made very clear when heโd abruptly ceased contact . ย thereโs a brief pause as she breathes slowly through her mouth , ย the side of her cheek heavily scratched and freshly red from falling in the midst of the chao before she knocks . ย โ ย hey , ย โ ย she greets him in a tone closer to a whisper , ย her head down as she presses thin lips into a tight smile , ย โ ย โฆ ย heard you wanted to talk . ย โย //ย @gaspdl
heโd called her over at the peak of his exasperation, spun up on caffeine, exhaust fumes, and righteous anger. how dare she. jamie knew, below his annoyance, that no one pointed a gun to his head and told him to help the girl (something he was familiar with in his profession). however, he needed a scapegoat for the risk heโd taken, and kenziah was an easy insert. jamie hadnโt even had the chance to shower before she showed up, and the sight of her injured had the anger slipping from his grasp. damn it.ย โ jamie kim, you are a weakass motherfucker. โ he jeopardized his entire world for her without a thought, and he knew that given the chance, heโd do it again. damn it. he hadnโt seen her in so long, and the waves of familiarity felt like vertigo.
the grease and residue was well up his forearms, smeared across his temples and cheeks. jamie huffed in greeting.ย โ youโre hurt. โ standing, he walked away from her into the garage to retrieve the beat-up first aid kit he kept handy, Property Of J. Kim scrawled in black sharpie on the front.ย
โย โya just missed your friend,โ he offered, words low and sardonic, โshe left a little bit ago.โย
โ OY! weโre not open! โ jamie barked at the bell on the door, then stopped short when he saw it was lucas. heโd be heard, he was sure. lordy jesus.ย โ sorry, didnโt realize it was you. uh -โ he laughed, exasperated and raspy,ย โ i - uh, yeah. some jerk crashed a car iโve done a ton of work on. took it personal, and thenย took it out on my tools.โ he fidgeted in front of his friend and shoved hands in the deep pockets of his jumpsuit. jamie felt eerily like heโd been caught with his pants down.ย โ whatever dude, โ he grumbled petulantly, โ wasnโt a fuckinโ tantrum.ย โ jamie surrendered to whatever favor lucas had and sat in one of the shitty beach chairs he kept around the shop,ย โwhatโd you do to your poor car this time?โ
ย ย ย ย ย her tail light is cracked, thereโs a heavy dent above her back left wheel, and one of her sideview mirrors has shattered, among a host of scrapes to the paint job; her carโs certainly been better, but it still takes romilly a full day to swallow her pride and call up someone else to fix what she canโt. extensive auto body repair is a little out of her skillset, butย this guy, heโs the best in the business, her associate assures her โ even though they donโt give her any more than a number scribbled haphazardly on the back of a receipt. when she rings it up, it takes a rather cryptic conversation and a near-plea through gritted teeth before she gets an address and a time.
ย ย ย ย ย itโs a fair bit past midnight when she arrives, her back tire quietly screeching in protest of its condition. with an instinctive โ almost sympathetic โ hush, romilly brushes a gentle hand against the dashboard as she pulls into the garage. the click of a seatbelt, the swing of a door; she rests her arm on the hood of her car as she peers around for a face she wonโt recognise.ย โpaging mister mechanic. your 12:15 is here,โ romilly calls inward, half-sneering even as she mimics the cheery lilt of a secretary. her tongue presses against her teeth, fingers tapping anxiously against the frame of her car door.
an eventful night. he had his hands more than full with dumbass viper drivers, their best, having a race that ended in police interference. to say the very least, heโd been busy. jamieโs wiry frame leaned back on a beat up skateboard, under one of the cars, when a recognizable ringtone pulled him, skateboard first, to the sound. now, heโd agreed to making his long night an even longer one. jamie sighed, sitting on his board with his back pressed to the cool concrete of the nearest wall. his thumb and forefinger pressed hard on the bridge of his nose; the mechanic rolled to turn the coffee pot on.ย
he was back on autopilot when a tire squeaked up to the shop, breaking him from his hum-rendition of whatever whiny Ramoneโsย song had been on shuffle. he stood, because whatever sorry piece of shit ended up in his autoshop after midnight deserved more than a skateboard welcome. a final sip of his shitty coffee and a dramatic sigh later, he smashed his fist into the main garage opener, exposing his space to the moonlight and the scuffed two-door waiting for him.ย
โย jeez.ย โ he hissed under his breath at the greeting. jamie hoped, pleaded, that she wasnโt going to be super talkative. jamie did a quick scan of the damage and felt rather relieved. the car would be fine.ย โbring her in.โ he drawled loudly; his voice echoed out into the parking lot. the whole job looked like dollar signs. he fucking hoped this lady had the cash for this job, jamie wasnโt about to waste a friday night doing free labor.
hands wiped rough on thrashed old mechanic jumpsuit, โ and โya need this done tonightย ? โย he pointed to the shitty lawn chairs in the corner,ย โ sit if youโd like. i need to get under the hood and make sure the damage isnโt internal. โ jamieโs street smarts were entirely self-taught, but he knew enough to know that he should be sizing up the potential threat in his shop. he thought of making a joke - that it mustโve been a huge deer she hit - but dismissed it.ย his eyes traced the stranger, looking for any injuries or clues to help him understand why this person came from the veryย short list of people heโd do favors for, and came back empty-handed. more coffee. โhope youโve got the money.โ he mumbled,ย โthis ainโt gonna be cheap.โ
โ motherfucker crashed my car, again, after i spent days rigging the fuel injectors.โ jamie ran a greased hand through even greasier hair, tinted black with residue from his work. unassuming, jamie thought he was in the shop alone; his outburst was spoken to no one in particular. โfuckinโ adrenaline junkie racers are something else.โ he kicked a lone tool box, sending it sliding across the concrete floor, โi told him! no one listens to me. fucker went 30mph faster than what i said the max speed would be. fuckinโ DIPSHIT. โ the toolbox smacks into the adjacent concrete wall, sending tools and spare parts clanging on the floor.ย โย jesus mary and joseph. โ
[ jamie ] thereโs a jacket in the garage[ jamie ] i think itโs yours[ jamie ] are you missing a jacket?๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅย [ jamie ] i think youโre due for an oil change come by the garage anyway ?
[ jamie ] thereโs a cars marathon on hbo ,[ jamie ] anyway i fixed your car but the radio broke and now it only plays life is a highway[ jamie ] i could fix it but i think this is gonna be big for your brand
[ jamie ] are you going to be around the garage today[ jamie ] iโve got a client coming in for some private work, i need the space[ jamie ] keep this hush hush, iโll owe you big time
[ jamie ]ย while you were monologuing in the garage earlier did you steal one of my tools[ jamie ] lemme rephrase[ jamie ] where did you hide my torque wrench[ jamie ] gosh dang it clover
ok hi im late to the partay mostly bc my shit wasnt together but now it is!!! so hi im kenny, im 21, in the cst & i prefer she/her pronouns. this is my tragic texas baby boy jamie!!! heโs basically the product of me stress watching breaking bad and becoming v interested in fall from grace tropes lol. but thereโs a bunch of details about him under the cut if you want to learn more about the vipersโ mechanic, otherwise tldr;; like this and iโll hit you up to plot !!
๏นMIN YOONGI, CISMALE, HE/HIM, TWENTY-FOUR ๏น ย a new car has been dispatched in search of JAMIE KIM. he is known for being a MECHANIC for the VIPERS, for about six months now. he has proven to be resourceful and quick-witted, but also reclusive and arrogant, please proceed with caution.
more in-depth bio of me rambling here, please for the love of g*d dont read it
the gist ---- tiny bi chaos gay got a lucky shot out of the deadend future of running his familyโs auto shop in texas via a full ride to ucla. mechanical engineering was the route he was set up on, + a stable friend group + a boyfriend, but he got hit with a big wave of depression and things spiraled downward from there. he walked in on his boyfriend cheating on him with his best friend a week before finals, failed all his exams, failed out of college, the ex kicked him out and he ended up on the street for a long while.
eventually, bc irony is so, so cruel, he ended up working in an auto-shop wondering how the fuck, after all that, he was going to end up just like his father. jamie was sleeping in the backseats of cars saving up that tiny min wage paycheck to eventually get his own place. he lucked out, though. jamie had done work for the right person, and got a cryptic phone call offering him a job that he took without a second thought - heโs been the vipersโ mechanic ever since.
heโs quiet, southern, a smart ass. jamie thinks he knows more than anyone about cars, which sometimes he does. heโs mostly motivated by the fear that heโll end up on the streets again, and fullass refuses to put trust in people or spend any of his money until he feels sure that he wonโt end up cold again.
random hcs;;
has a tiny bit of a texas accent but it only comes out when heโs angry or really happy.
part time JOBS - he used to work as a night guard at a museum (mostly as insurance to have somewhere to stay if things fall apart again, heโs really scared of being on the streets a second time and it feels inevitable when hes mega anxious) he wont give up the job bc hes scared heโll need it in a pinch so he volunteers two nights a month to guard for them for free
hasnโt talked to his family in a really long time
spends a lot of his day alone // if you cant find him heโs probably asleep on his skateboard under a car
old hands
gross and sweaty and covered in grease
cap sun cancer moon taurus rising
has a couple weird quirks he picked up when he was experiencing homelessness - wears a lot of layers, eats fast, scared of cold weather
definitely an asshole at times , if he feels like ur bein a meanie to him and making fun of him heโll def go into arrogant piece of shit mode where heโll try to make you feel stupid ,, mega yikes
heโs the kid asleep in the back of class that the teacher calls on to be like GOTCHAbut jamie says the right answer even though he was snoring 10 seconds ago
canโt flirt so if he likes you heโll fix all your shit & try to take care of you
skeeeeny repair man smart boy typa shit
hes a human cigarette when heโs stressed which is most of the time
GRUMPY TIRED NERDY
heโs a lil bit of a pacifist, so he doesnโt attend any of the fights. he knows speaking out against them would be stupid, so jamie keeps his mouth shut, but the violence sort of makes his skin crawl
heโs gotten meaner as the vipers have gotten more successful, he doesnโt let people fuck with him so he knows how to defend himself - he tries to inspire the intimidation and fear that would come with his reputation, but he thinks saying less is better and more effective (ie less scary).
playlist;; just his vibe kinda
001. I THINK โ tyler the creator
002. baby boy โ kevin abstract
003. this life โ vampire weekend
004. the louvre โ lorde
005. sunflower seeds โ bryce vine
006. love$ick โ a$ap rocky
007. waiting on the warmth โ mormor
008. hold on โ alabama shakes
009. cringe - stripped โ matt maeson
010. empty โ kevin abstract
011. o-o-h child โ the five stairsteps
012. feel good inc โ gorillaz
013. WEIGHT โ brockhampton
wanted connections;;
a friend, pls give the kid a friend
someone outside the vipers who pays him to do work on their car
someone who rlly exposed him to something violent, ie jamie avoids them and prob freaks n thinks theyโre the antichrist
the ex bf??ย
iโm open to anything!! itโs a lil tricky bc heโs a mcisolato but pls plot w me <3
