Jason Kane"The Matador"

Age: 32 | Kings City OC RPC | Status: ONLINE |OWED: NULL

[littlemxssmia-blog]

"Half Russian, half Greek," she nodded, beginning to strip herself of her jacket. Though after rolling her sleeves up, Sat realized it was probably going to be a pretty hot job with how much steam she presumed the thing would give off. "Satyana means truth in Sanskrit - my Uncle fancied himself a Hindu and I suppose it rubbed off onto my Mother." Smiling, her jacket was knotted loosely around her waist, shrugging as climbed from the car to take a look at the radiator to notice the amount of steam given off in just a short amount of time. "I grew up around a family of men; I’ve never been much of your stereotypical woman but I guess that’s how I like it." She’d never been called fancy; it make her smile. Glancing over to Kane, she followed his line of sight to the car slowly driving by and frowned at the driver, wondering what the hell his issue was — did it have anything to do with her customer? Snapping back to reality, she returned her attention to Kane and shrugged, feeling no reason to oblige him with the truth. "Not that I know of — guy’s just came at me from nowhere. Must have thought I’d got something of value on me but when it came to, I was just a disappointment." Sat knew they’d heard here talking about getting out and she knew they were still keeping an eye on her. The less amount of truth she told about her thoughts, the safer she was around here. "Enough talk about me anyway," she begin, deciding it was time to do some prying of her own. "What’re you here for?"

[jaymatadorkane]

Kane nodded as he listened to her story "Well i'm sorry that happened to you, you seem like a nice... girl." He wasn't sure what to call her for worry of offending her. When she finally asked what brought him here he shrugged, "Would you believe me if i told you that the U.S government wants me dead and i received a party invite to this lovely little hell hole from a stranger?" He purposely made that question seem grandiose and sarcastic despite how true it was. "In all honesty, construction pays good in a town where things seem to get destroyed often." He put his cigarette out in the curb and tucked the remains in his shirt pocket before turning his attention back to her. "So how long have you been into cars? And if you don't mind me asking, what's your favorite to work on? You got a project car somewhere?" He fired off those questions to quickly divert her attention from him and back to herself, that is how Kane worked, keep them talking until they tell you everything and they know nothing. The more he could find out about Satyana the better, she seemed like a good resource to him. Someone who could help him out if he ever needed it.

[jaymatadorkane]

Kane looked over the desolate plane before him, all that was there were some crumbled buildings, numerous construction workers/ law enforcement and a rickety water tower suspended by thin man-made supports. Someone did quite the number on this place... numerous signs of explosions and burns across the buildings and yards. To Kane it seemed like this place got worse by the minute. He heard footsteps coming from behind him so he turned nonchalantly "Hey, what brings you here?"

[xavierkavanagh-blog-blog]

"Haven’t been in one of these for a while…"

[jaymatadorkane]

"Yeah same here, wait... why exactly are we here again?"

[ivyhollis-blog]

It has been such a long week. I just need a vacation. 

[ivyhollis-blog]

[jaymatadorkane]

Ya know, lots of people think you have to earn a vacation. So what did you do to deserve one?

[littlemxssmia-blog]

"No — I don’t." She shook her head and continued to listen to Kane as she rustled her things together and placed them on a tray that rested inside the hood of his car. "I’m sure your karma will come back threefold," Sat nodded, remembering superstitions her mother had instilled from her from a young age. Though she didn’t take note of them once she moved to Russia, it was still a concept she enjoyed toying with from time to time. Checking the pressure ratings on the radiator caps and noting they were the same, Sat feels the radiator to ensure the engine is cool and unscrews the cap, replacing it for her new one. "No — my full name is Satyana, but people prefer to call me by the abbreviation and I suppose it stuck with me."  Wandering over to the key rack, she retrieves the keys and sticks them into the ignition, starting the engine and revving with the handbrake on to check for further signs and symptoms.

[jaymatadorkane]

He raised both eyebrows and nodded again, "So what, you're Russian or something like that?" He asked inquisitively, Go figure American girls dont work on cars nowadays. "It's a nice name, a bit too fancy for a greased up mechanic girl if you ask me though." He poked fun at her name trying to get a reaction out of the straight-faced girl. Kane couldn't help notice a car driving by slowly, the driver nearly made direct eye contact with him. Nobody in this town would make a move on him yet, hell half of them didnt know who he even was... except for that group of kids that caught him blowing up some buisness men's houses months ago... the were starting to call him 'The Matador'. He thought maybe it was one of them in that car... or perhaps his mechanic has a few enemies out there somewhere. "So if you dont mind me asking... what happened to you that night. You piss someone off?" He wasn't being nosy, just curious... maybe he could help her out again... Kane had a knack for making people disappear. The letters he gets from his anonymous employer made sure he was on his toes... mostly sending messages, burn a house down, kill a cat. Stuff to get the point across to anyone who pissed off his boss. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to this girl than just being a mechanic.

[jaymatadorkane]

The Black Keys - Hard Row

The Black Keys - Hard Row

[littlemxssmia-blog]

Nodding, she caught the male’s keys and pocketed them for the time being, too lazy to wander over to the key rack to shove them on; it’d be done when she returned inside the garage. “It’s fine — thanks. Yeah, I know what happened, but I’m fine really.” Smiling slightly at his memory and general questioning of how she was, Sat wandered into the garage to retrieve a radiator cap from her temporary stock, as well as grabbing an old deck chair she had lying about. Returning, she offered him the chair opposed to having him sit on the floor and began to grab various tools from the floor to begin the replacement. “And uh — thank you for the other morning.” Though Sat didn’t really know how to express gratitude, she was actually quite grateful that he’d found her before anyone else had. She’d not been met alone with that much muscle before and in all honesty, the encounter had jostled her that morning.

[jaymatadorkane]

Kane took the chair, he didnt really mind sitting on the curb but he didnt want to step on the toes of her generosity. He nodded at her words as he reached into his leather jacket's pocket and retrieved his cigarettes, he lit one and offered one to her. "You smoke? Really, It's no big deal kiddo, i know this town can be rough on some people so i help out when i can. Hopefully i get some good karma for it later down the road." he chuckled a bit, he didnt believe in karma or destiny or anything really. He put trust in one thing, his skills. He dusted his jeans off and looked over at her "So you said your name was Ana, that your full name?" He picked up hints along the way that it wasn't, something in the way she spoke seemed imitated. He didnt mean to pry, but it never hurt to know the local mechanic's name.

[littlemxssmia-blog]

Having a wander around to the front of the car, she leaned into the hood, eyes scanning the piece of machinery. As he leaned back into the car to assort strewed belongings, she noted the fact that the cap, along with the rest of the car, seemed to be in good condition for its age. Deciding it’d be best to do a quick diagnostic to confirm her suspicions, Sat turned back to the male currently fussing in the car though remained at the front of it by the hood. “I’m guessing it’s not as simple as replacing the radiator cap, but I’ll replace it and run a few diagnostics on it if you’re alright without the car for an hour or so — I mean, you could even wait if you wanted to, though I can’t quite promise I’ve got all the parts to fix it today.” Grabbing a hair tie from around her wrist, Sat bunched up her locks into a tight ponytail, rolling her sleeves up before thinking about getting stuck in.

[jaymatadorkane]

Kane smiled slightly from the corner of his lips, The girl appeared to have a passion for her work. He could see the intense look she had plastered on her face as she examined the car. "Yeah that's fine by me, by the way... How's the head?" he asked plain and simple "Last time we met, you were a bit banged up... Ever find out what happened? Or at least go see a doctor?" he pointed a finger at her "Oh and before i forget, i think you'll need these right?" he tossed her the keys to his car. "I think ill just hang around here if you dont mind, i dont have anywhere else to be really."  Kane stepped past her now and sat down on the curb, his eyes casually drifting her way every now and then. He wasnt paranoid, just constantly aware of everything that went on around him.

[littlemxssmia-blog]

He’d been sat outside her chop shop now for what must have been at least half an hour now; though she’d thought he could have stopped for a moment, he’d seemed to have stopped there for a while. Wandering over to the car, her hand rested inside her jacket, fingertips perched on her knives. Though she noted it was a man inside the car, she couldn’t see his face clearly and though she wasn’t concerned about him being parked outside, he could deter customers if he waited there for too long. Sat was about to ask him to wind his window down before he stepped out.. and she recognized it as the man that had helped her from the alleyway but a few days ago. “—Jason,” she began, noting his dewy eyes and as her eyes scanned his frame, a medal pinned to his chest. “I was about to ask you the same question. You’d been sat outside the shop for a while and I wondered if there was a particular reason?” Sat took a step and observed the Camaro, unable to stop herself. 

[jaymatadorkane]

Kane stopped in his tracks, the woman's face as she looked over his car seemed so in tune. She knew what she was doing and figured he was in a sticky spot, but he was always a quick thinker. "You know actually there is something you might be able to help me with." he popped the hood open and pointed to the radiator cap "Can't get her to hold fluid for very long. She's a vintage 1969 SS, I normally do the work on her myself but this has me lost. Not really sure if the radiator is even the problem of if its just building too much pressure throughout the engine, but it will just start steaming. Some of the folks around told me you have a knack for cars. So i tracked you down." Kane was capable of fixing the problem and had been putting it off for days, guess it worked out in his favor this time. He got back into the car and put the small items back in their box and tossed it into the back seat, pulling the medal from his chest as well before approaching Ana again. 

[jaymatadorkane]

Kane had decided to go out for an early drive around town, no real purpose for doing so he took a box of his old things to go through. He had stopped outside of a building and parked, his fingers prying open the cardboard box that held the bits and pieces of a broken man's path. Pictures, journals, medals... they all lay scattered among the interior of Kane's '69 Camaro. He stifled tears with fake scoffs at his memories. He looked back at the man he was and remembered why he was brought to this god forsaken town... he fought tooth and nail so people could have their freedom and Kings City? It was taking it's toll on Kane... He was reading through a journal when he noticed someone approaching his car, he tossed the journal to the side and stepped out of the car, the person still approached, "Hey, something i can help you with?" Kane noticed at that moment that he left one of his medals pinned on the breast of his shirt, too late now, he could only hope that the person didnt notice it.

[jaymatadorkane]

OOC: Mobile.

In case you folks have been wondering where i have been the last two days... Valentines day normally isnt a big deal for me, just another bullshrak holiday that gives businesses a reason to ratchet up their prices. However. This year i was... persuaded to indulge in the holiday with a female friend. Things picked up several days before and well now the sappy panromantic man i am have flipped head over heels for this gal. So ive taken the day off to spend it with her and some close family. However i will be back in full force by no later than tomorrow night. :) much love and again i apologize for this not being in the OOC blog but i cant seem to post there when mobile.

[jaymatadorkane]

The man they call "The Matador"

[missgracebella]

"I’m meeting a friend, then we’re going to another bar so I don’t want to start drinking with another man before he gets here- not sure how well he’d take to that." Grace lied confidently through her teeth, a lie she had told time and time again as she laughed. Sometimes she said these lines so often that she almost convinced herself. The lying had been difficult at first, she had struggled to keep up with them all and all the different stories and excuses she used. Now, she could lie with ease within seconds, with a set backstory and book of excuses that only took her a secnd to remember. If she stuck to one story, she wouldn’t be caught out as much. Saying that, Grace was one of the better known workers of Tiffany’s, and everywhere she went she recognised at least one person. Lying seemed a little pointless, in all honesty, but Grace wasn’t warm to the concept of introducing herself as “Hello, I’m Grace. I’m a hooker”. She took the orange juice, taking a sip at the bitter liquid before smiling at him, “So what brought you to Kings City? Was it our beautifully polluted landscape or the oh-so charming population? Oh, don’t tell me- it was our obviously extravagant night life.” she said, a smirk playing daringly in the corner of her lips as she nodded her head towards the more or less silent bar. He seemed like a nice enough guy, and Kings City wasn’t a nice enough place.

[jaymatadorkane]

   "A woman with respect for a man's wishes. I can understand the allure of that." he mused with a light nod of his head. He caught on that she first referred to the person she was meeting to as a friend and then followed that almost with a mark of property, like this "friend" she was meeting owned her. More hints to her profession that she thought she was hiding from him. "You meet interesting men here often then?" Something about this woman was intriguing, but then again, that was her job wasn't it? To passively seduce her customers like a spider spinning her web. He sipped his whiskey more before answering her question "What brought me here? Work unfortunately pulled me into this little slice of heaven." the tone of his voice mocked his own words "Im an independent contractor. I do the work that comes my way. Lots of construction recently. These houses burning down all the time is good business for me i guess." he chuckled a bit at the idea. "Doesn't seem like too bad a place in all honesty. Even though someone tried to take my wallet earlier today." he shook his head  with a laugh. "Poor kid." He looked at her with his signature half-cocked smile "How about yourself, how'd you stumble across this place?"

[jaymatadorkane]

The man they call "The Matador"

[skyle-is-the-limit]

Skyle simply blushed and took a longer drink from their glass trying to get the embarrassment out of their head and gain some liquid courage instead. They sighed softly when he said it’s fine, the fact that he accepted the awkward apology made the load on their shoulders so much more easier.

"I didn’t give you my name? I swear I did, maybe I was having a conversation in my head instead… Sky, it’s a pleasure to meet you." They held their hand out for him to shake,

"Indulge is such a light word for what it seems like you were doing, more like rewarding your hard work."

[jaymatadorkane]

     Kane smiled at them, the way they could light up the room with their dorky blush reminded him of the family he once had. Before the war took him from the easy life of a stay at home father. His face faded from a sincere smile to deep thought as he reminisced and then abck to the warm smiles and chuckles as he realized he was still in the presence of Sky. He shook their hand firmly as he always did. 

"Oh you couldn't even begin to understand." he swirled his whiskey and took a generous gulp of it, "Work was rough today. Thought it would be a good idea to indulge myself just as roughly." He cracked a smile as he tried to validate his current position. He shrugged "For all i know you probably did give me your name and the booze just made it ya know." he made a motion with his hand to personify his forgetful nature when intoxicated.

[jaymatadorkane]

Sleepy, but college.

Good morning babes! I have classes until 4pm PST today. So unfortunately your replies will all be on hold until then, but you can still get ahold of me via my personal cell or my email. Pm me for those if youd like either of them. (Only reason this isnt in the OOC page is because im mobile). Much love to you all! [Smooches all of your foreheads like a good lil nanny]

[jaymatadorkane]

The man they call "The Matador"

[iam-queenmarilynking]

Marilyn couldn’t stifle back the chuckle that slipped between her red painted lips. Her eyes looking towards the tough male, shaking her head softly before her demeanor almost instantly changed upon his words. This time she shook her head a little more seriously.

"No he doesn’t" stated the political figure —"Why? what kind of letter did you get?" questioned the woman.

[jaymatadorkane]

  Kane shook his head "Nothing interesting, Just welcomed me to the town and told me where a few important places were. Like town hall and stuff. It was pretty welcoming actually. I only asked so i could write a thank you letter back to whoever wrote it. Guess i'll never know." He shrugged with a half smile, he played the role well. He could fake it with the best of them after his times under cover. "Well, If i ever needed to talk to your husband how could i get a hold of him? Does he have like an email or something?" Curious new citizen, it was believable so long as he kept any signs of him being a trained soldier hidden. That included the scars that riddled his body like tattoos, he only hoped that she wasnt keen enough to pick up on the very subtle things that set him out that day. The smell of smoke still hung on his clothes only dampened by the smell of whiskey and gin. He looked at the T.V over her shoulder, officers were scrounging the site looking for clues to what happened and then his face grew serious... They found some evidence that could come back on him. Although it was over overcautious Kane knew he would end up having to destroy that evidence soon, he scooted from his seat and with a smile he mused "Well it was a treat meeting you hear ma'am but i've got to get back to work. Maybe we can catch up some time later?" 

[littlemxssmia-blog]

Nodding in agreement, she decided it’d be best to give herself a quick wash over to get rid of the blood before sitting down to eat; if nothing least then for hygiene purposes. Her headache was gradually receeding and the longer she spent with the guy, the more genuine he seemed; she still had yet to trust him. Taking note of the name and the way the waiter seemed so eager to serve him, she nodded, attempting a smile though it appears pained. “Call me Ana.” She looks up to the menu, before looking back at her gentleman savior. “Order me whatever — I’ll eat it. I’ll be back.” She says little else as she stands and attempts to make her way to the bathrooms to clean herself up as inconspicuously as possible.

[jaymatadorkane]

   Kane ordered her a decent sized meal, he had no idea how long she had been in that alley. He waited patiently for her to return but turned his back to the window as a car drove by slowly, upon her return he asked "So what did you do? That car outside has circled the building three times now. Did you piss somebody off in that alley?" he was only half serious when he asked her this. He figured they were either looking for him, or for her. He would rather not be found but he wasn't about to leave the woman alone with the black SUV cruising around outside.

[jaymatadorkane]

The man they call "The Matador"

[iam-queenmarilynking]

Taking the glass from his hands, holding it delicately she took a sip as she sat down on one of the seats. Grinning towards him as she saw the realisation hit the male. Nodding her head cockily she leaned forward a tad.

"I am the wife of Mr. Mayor" mused Marilyn before a chuckled scoff followed her words. Licking her lips she raised her brows, shaking her head —“no one tries to mug me” proclaimed the figure “no, you just have new written all over you sir” added on the blonde.

[jaymatadorkane]

Kane raised a brow to the woman "I have new written all over me, oh okay. So will that wash off when i shower?" He mocked her tone lightly. He situated in his seat getting more comfortable, his excitement faded into his relaxed stoicism. "Then perhaps you could tell me something. When i came to this town, i got a letter from someone. Fancy envelope. It was welcoming me to the town and all that. Does your husband send these out to people?" He was only giving enough information to try and find out who he was getting these anonymous letters from. He figured someone high up had to be pulling his strings so why not throw some small details towards the mayor's wife and see if she knew anything about it.