#mechbeaut

[imnobodysson]

closed starter for @mechbeaut​

Murphy lets the car idle on the quiet street. He double-checks the address of the garage then glances at the clock. It’s well past midnight, and there’s not a soul in sight. He takes a deep breath and hopes this isn’t some sting. It would suck if he went to the trouble of finding the right make and model of car and stealing it, just to have the cops circle him with their flashing red lights now. He accelerates slowly and almost expects to hear sirens.

However, he pulls into the garage without incident and puts the car in park. He takes the key from the ignition as he gets out of the car. It’s still quiet, and he takes a hesitant step, still praying he doesn’t get arrested that night. He’s a little late, and he hopes he didn’t miss the window of opportunity to unload the Honda Civic because he needs to get paid. His boss doesn’t pay him if no one takes the car.

“Hey, anyone home? I could uh, use an oil change.”

[shadowsforstars]

Starter for @mechbeaut​ It was rare that Salem ever owned a vehicle, the black-clad shape shifter choosing to travel for free by use of train, or bus, or the odd human’s car that he would sneak into the back of. After all, it was easy for him to do so, as one could get away with a lot when they were able to take the form of a small, inconspicuous feline. He was able to hide just about wherever he pleased, and so the concept of paying for travel just seemed absurd for him to even contemplate. Still, there were the odd occasions now and again that he required the use of such things, and this was one of those times.

It was nearly midnight when he’d made his presence known to the blue-eyed mechanic, the black feline hanging back in the shadows of the shop all day, unknown to everyone that passed him by. He’d waited until everyone had left before he’d exited the shop and re-entered, this time in the flesh of a gothic human male. His tall, lanky figure was wrapped in black garments; a faded ‘Cannibal Corpse’ band tee and a pair of ripped jeans. His long, onyx hair framed a pale face, some of the only skin on his body that hadn’t seen the work of a tattoo needle. The rest of his body was no stranger to the art form, his arms, hands and even his throat covered in various pieces.

Strikingly pale blue eyes, lined in a dark coal, settled on the female as he stood in the doorway, his knuckles knocking slowly against it. “Knock knock,” he announced softly, his voice breaking the silence. It was clear to him that she’d been cleaning up the shop to close for the night, and that was exactly what he’d been waiting for. He needed to be alone with her, as the vehicle that he was going to present to her was certainly not one that was fit for the public eye. He didn’t need people asking questions. “I’ve got a car that needs to be fixed up,” he began, his tattooed fingers sliding into one of his pockets. “I’ll pay you double what you’d regularly charge for the job, and I’ll triple it if you can put it on rush order.” He quirked an eyebrow, his hand sliding back out from his pocket to instead hover in front of his face, his index finger gracing his lips in a hush motion. Clearly, the job was meant to be kept on the down-low.

[everhaunted]

Halloween was normally a day that Shiloh liked to sleep through and avoid altogether, being that her life already seemed to be following the plot of a shitty d-list horror movie anyways. The thought of being surrounded by more nightmarish imagery just sounded overwhelming, if not boring, as nothing really scared her anymore after the torment that she’d endured from the spirits and otherworldly creatures that had haunted her for so many years. Severed heads? Dangling limbs? Burnt flesh? Missing eyeballs? She’d seen it all. On this year, however, she’d decided to take her friend’s up on their offer to go down to the festival that was being held at the corn maze. It was a two hour drive, but it sounded as though it would be worth it. It was the biggest corn maze in the world, after all.

Because Shiloh hadn’t dressed up since she was a child, she’d actually put thought into her costume this year and she’d even splurged a little while shopping for it. Dipping into her tiny jar of savings was something that she rarely did, but she’d thought it to be for a special occasion after she’d fallen in love with the plague doctor costume that she’d found in the thrift shop.

Pulling up in front of Felix’s lot, Shiloh parked her old taxi cab, slipped her mask on and then proceeded to make her way over towards his trailer, arriving just in time to watch three playboy bunnies leaving through the front door in skimpy outfits. She didn’t recognize two of them, but she knew that the third, the one with the pink hair, was Phoenix. She wasn’t shocked to see that Felix was going as Hugh Hefner. “Cool costume,” she spoke sarcastically after the three girls had left, her voice muffled slightly by the coverage from her mask. She glanced up at him. “You’re kind of just a lonely old man in fancy pajamas now though. Hopefully Jake and Rylan show up as bunnies.”

@drugrush @irnwll​ @mechbeaut​

[exanimate]

@mechbeaut​

Hands in his pockets, Ghost made his way down the snow covered sidewalk after spending hours in yet another cemetery. He would spend days sometimes reading gravestones in hopes that a name would jog his memory, but he would always leave with nothing; not even a single hint of an idea of who he was or how he died. This time was no different. The sun had set and everything in the far distance were mere shadows against the streetlights, the trees that had lost their leaves while the wind howled making for a rather eerie setting near the cemetery. His gaze had been downcast while he walked, but an unexplainable sensation soon had him lifting his head in curiosity. He felt a certain pull, which had never happened before, so he decided to follow it. Maybe this was finally it--a clue that would help him remember his past.

As the minutes passed and he drew closer to the source, the pull got stronger and he soon came to discover that it was coming from inside a house. He was no stranger to trespassing, because what did it even matter at this point? He was dead and nobody could see or hear him. He was his own company and had been for longer than he was even aware. Phasing through the walls of the house, Ghost found himself standing in the corner behind two girls who were sitting in front of a Ouija board with candles lit around them. They had their fingers on the pointer and, it seemed, were waiting for a response from the dead. Maybe if he actually knew how to touch things, he would give them a response, but he was shit out of luck. Besides, was this seriously all he’d been drawn to? A goddamn Ouija board? An unamused expression crossed his features and a sigh passed his lips. The sliver of hope he’d felt had been fleeting, and he was once again left feeling a combination of defeated and numb.

“Really? These things are bullshit,” Ghost said aloud to himself from where he stood in the shadows, giving a roll of his eyes. It still didn’t explain what the strange pull he felt was, but if these boards really were that legit, then wouldn’t more people have stories of encounters with the dead? Wouldn’t it be making the news and influencing more people to try it out?

[libertydestined-a]

 @mechbeaut​​   //   𝚛𝚢𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚙𝚜𝚞𝚛.

fighting  was  something  that  she  had  learned  since  she  was  a  young  queen  ––  beyond  that  of  hand - to - hand  combat  &  using  a  blaster,  but  she  had  picked  up several  different  talents from  her  handmaidens.   lock - picking,  some  basics  about  machinery  &  wire - cutting.   of  all  the  situations  for  it  to  come  to  use,  this  isn’t  one  of  them.   even  sitting  by  the  campfire,  she  can’t  unwind.   “there  must  be  a  way  out  of  here.”

[hopeshreds-arc]

@mechbeaut​   //   rylan upsur.

❝ i’m surprised how basic the mechanics of these generators are. ❞  that didn’t change how annoyingly time-consuming they could be, but rey had at least found that thus far, the two of them seemed to manage to get them done pretty quickly when they were working together.  the latest trial that they had been through together had proved that. 

[hopesang]

@mechbeaut​ said: “ i guess we’re stuck here, now. ”

The trial was dragging on particularly long this time around, with four generators still needing to be completed before the exit gates could be powered on. To make matters worse, it was down to just Kate and Rylan left. As optimistic as Kate wanted to remain, she knew that the odds were heavily stacked against them. It would take a long time to get all of the generators done, and that was if Michael didn’t catch them first. There was no telling where he was lurking around in the town of Haddonfield, but she wasn’t eager to leave the house and go venturing out into the pouring rain in the dead of night. It made it too hard to see and it would be just her luck to walk straight into Michael.

Sitting on one of the mattresses, Kate hugged her knees to her chest and looked over at Rylan, who had voiced the same thing she’d been thinking. “Y’know, I’m lucky that you’re my partner in a situation like this. It ain’t easy to repair those generators, but havin’ a mechanic sure does speed it up,” she said, fingers toying with the frayed ends of her sleeves while she stared out the window. There was only one way into the room they were in, so if Michael were to sneak up on them, they would have to jump. “Once it stop rainin’ so hard, we can scope out the gens left and figure out a plan. If we’re real careful, I think we can pull it off.”

[hvnaa]

@mechbeaut​

“what isn’t wrong with it...would be the best question.” hana utters, looking at her matte gray audi tt she had parked at the back of the garage. honestly, the car was barely street legal, on the very illegal side of things. it wasn’t a heap of junk it had more put into it than it was likely worth factory but the illegal aspects were more under the hood. she used it for street racing...at night, sometimes, most of the time, not all of the time, but ​most of the time. all of the time really. otherwise it just sat outside of her place like a lawn decoration because it was easier to walk across the street to campus. “i used to be one of those girls who could change the oil myself.” hana admits, “when i was ten.” so it had been a long time and hana felt a lot better repressing her childhood lessons and choosing her own from thereon out. rylan she trusted explicitly and she honestly didn’t care what she did to the car, it would be an improvement because she knew her skills.