The Mechanic

Dean Feder . 33 "I have done the best that I can do. " In this house of broken things Everyone could use some help Will you help me fix myself?

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Genesis swallowed the lime flavored food and chuckled. “How much do you weight?” She genuinely was curious, “also how much can you bench? I mean you’re built like a brick house.” She dusty off her hand from the salt that was leftover from her tortilla chip, and slipped her hand into his, giving it a firm shake. “Try not to rip my arm off, please.” She joked, having a feeling he had probably heard it all. “Im Genesis, Genesis Chance or Gen. Either works fine.”  She nodded, “sure. I wouldn’t mind one. Um, want some of my food?” She offered in return with a sincere smile which came rare nowadays. 

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An unexpected laugh bellowed out of Dean, head falling back a little as his gaze found the ceiling, which, honestly, wasn’t a bad view. For whatever reason the archdemons really made an effort as far as interior design went. Looking back at her, he surrendered all of his attention back to their conversation. “250 lbs. Are these normally the types of questions you ask people, or just me?” His own inquiry came out in another chuckle. He didn’t mind answering her questions -- though he held off from one -- as it gave him a chance to brag about himself for once. “That’s a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. What’ll you be having, Genesis?” He didn’t want to assume she’d want the same beer he was drinking, but it wasn’t much cause for concern. “Thanks, I love ceviche.” Reaching for one of her chips, he carefully dunked the end and scooped up some of the food, before feeding himself the first bite with a satisfied hum. “So, what’s your background?”

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Genesis had walked into the kitchen to get some food really. Although she had picked up the hobby of learning to cook, she wasn’t in the mood. Not due to any emotional or physical reason, just sheer laziness. She wished for some ceviche and it popped up in a blink of eye. She had sat down when she heard a deep voice,Genesis glanced around to see no one else within earshot to be around around. She chuckled nervously, “you plan to end up like them? I mean getting drunk?” She questioned, as she grabbed a tortilla chip and scooped up some ceviche. “I don’t think I carry you back to your bedroom.” She said, popping the food filled chip into her mouth. 

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Dean chuckled as he lowered his bottle back to the table, shaking his head as he swallowed the rest of the beer in his mouth. “I’d be amazed if you thought that you could. It’s funny how finding a bunch of hammered kids can make you feel like you need a drink.” Reaching across the table for a handshake, the large man offered a warm smile. “Dean Feder. Pleasure to meet you.” He introduced himself confidently, reseating himself soon after. Though he’d managed to force his irritation to the side, he couldn’t hide what he truly felt beneath the surface for long, if it wasn’t already obvious in his expression. “Can I get you a beer? It’s on me.” He joked, another smile hooking the corners of his lips.

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“I swear to God I have a knack for finding drunk people.” Bottle of beer in hand, Dean sat at one of the long tables in the dining hall, foot tapping staccato against the cold stone floor. Somehow the sound, along with his cold beverage, was keeping his horrible mood in check. It wasn’t a habit of his to lash out at those who didn’t deserve it, and he wasn’t about to start making it one now. Looking over at his company on the other side of the table, he waited a beat to see if they’d reply to his opener, before he brought the bottle up to his lips and took a long, patient sip.

[aurora-lovee]

Aurora shrugged, it wasn’t that big of a mistake. If anything she should be apologizing profusely for holding him at arrow point. But apparently they were past that point anyway which was a good thing. Aurora was never good with apologizes or receiving pity. Almost eight years later, and she still had no idea how to handle those two things. You would think the couple of years she was in the asylum she would learn to cope or manage her emotions better. “Guess you can’t or salt.” She added in with a smile. “Where’d you learn that from, movies?” She joked. She knew full well he probably learned that first-hand. Aurora chuckled nervously, “my baby, you know?” She wore a proud smile, a mother might have exposed when her child won award. “My father help me built it. Anyways the arrows flare out, and release this.” She reached in her bag, pulling out a little capsule with blue liquid. “It’s holy water with a few other ingredients. It was made by Cody, it hurts them. He invented another one that makes them unconscious.” She said, slipping the capsule back in bag. 

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Dean scoffed lightly, gaze briefly falling to the floor where the arrow had been, before returning his sights to her. “Like I said, I’ve worked there for three years, so I picked up on it quickly.” It was interesting to him how she suddenly looked friendlier, though that was probably because she’d made it fairly clear she wasn’t looking to cause trouble. Not with him, anyway. Nodding, he backed up into the wall behind him and slid his feet forward slightly so he could lean his weight on it. “I hear Mr. Michaelson was good with handling the supernatural. He managed to do the impossible with the Michaelson building, although...” He trailed off, scratching the corner of his mouth with his thumb. Clearing his throat as though to drop the subject, Dean’s gaze drifted to her arrow again, his brows creasing with subtle curiosity. “So, what are the other ingredients?”

[aurora-lovee]

“Hm.” She simply said. She’d never seen him around, but honestly she could believe it.Granted, if he was demon he most likely would’ve attacked her by now. That didn’t mean that Aurora would let down her guard by any means. She pursed her lips as she heard him speak, “understandable. I can’t fault you.” She forced herself to smile at the man, the circumstances of which they were under were putting her on edge to say the least. She looked down at the arrow in her hand, and noticed that the tip hadn’t expanded when she shot it, which caused her to look at it with confusion. Weapons use to make Aurora uncomfortable, even yelling use to make her wish she was invisible. However that changed over the course of seven years of dealing with demons. She had been on the brink of death so many times. “Hmhm.” She nodded her head to his questions. She let out a tired sigh, “well mostly for my protection. Not for them, for me.” She let out another sigh, these were sighs of exhaustion, not annoyance. “I-I’m guessing you know how to handle yourself against them?” 

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"My mistake.” He said when she’d corrected him, and offered a polite nod. It made perfect sense to Dean that she needed something to protect herself against the castles darker residents. He still had yet to find something as useful as what she had -- though, he wasn’t completely sold that it would do much good against a demon, anyway. “I’ve learned you can never go wrong with holy water.” He replied, lips pulling up on both sides. His own defense never steered him wrong, and happened to work quickly and effectively at getting him out of some tricky situations. Unfortunately, working in the basement and other dark areas often put him at high risk for being attacked. However, he could only assume those days were now far behind him, and it was best to keep moving forward. “What kind of damage does that thing do on demons?” He asked, nodding at the arrow she held.

[evelina--kirk-blog]

Evelina kept walking along with most of her weight still on him. Her eyes could barely stay open, and so they remained mostly closed, just open enough for her to be able to see what was right in front of her. She nodded at his attempt to reassure her, although relief flooded through her when he picked her up and began to carry her, leaving her to relax against his body and close her eyes fully. She rested her hands on her stomach, letting her legs dangle down over his arm. This was so much better than having to walk, but she was very glad when they walked through the door. She immediately kicked her shoes onto the floor and curled into the blankets once he set her into the bed, her eyes remaining closed. “Mhm,” she mumbled, slowly opening her eyes to look up at him. “You can… Sleep in your bed.” She didn’t care. They were simply sleeping, and it wasn’t the first time in her life she had shared a bed with a stranger, so she didn’t mind very much. “Evelina,” she whispered, sighing softly and turning her back to him, closing her eyes. 

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"Are you sure?” Dean asked, surprise laced in his voice as he looked down at her. He didn’t know if she was only okay with sharing a bed because she was drunk -- he didn’t exactly know anything about her prior to finding her hanging onto the railing. He wasn’t looking forward to chancing waking up the next morning to her shrieking, but he supposed if that happened then he’d simply learn his lesson not to make the mistake of trusting a drunk person again. “That’s a nice name. It’s different.” He commented, a small smile working its way onto his features. Taking the empty side of the bed next to her, he leaned up against the headboard as he felt around for the remote to his TV. “Can I ask what possessed you to drink so much?” He asked out of harmless curiosity, though he couldn’t be sure how she was going to take the question.

[aurora-lovee]

Aurora nodded slowly, so there was more people. Which just brought up a million more questions, although some were answered by the time he was finished. She walked over slowly, “I’m just gonna grab my arrow.” She said slowly as kept both hands visible, and moved a free hand to tug on the arrow that was engraved into the wooden floor. “Dean, got it. How long did you work at the asylum?” She figured he had to know about the demons. Anyone who worked there heard stories or witnessed them first hand. Aside from that, they were literally brought to a castle in the middle of nowhere by demons. “Aurora.” She replied, tucking the arrow into her bag. She didn’t dare say she was once a patient, not out of embarrassment but at the mere fact that he probably would assume she was an unstable patient with weapons. “Have you run into any demons while being here?”  

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The large man stayed still as she moved to retrieve her arrow, gaze following her every movement. “Three years.” He answered, his voice carrying a calmer tone than before. Maybe she wasn’t going to murder him right and then there, and he had to admit, he felt a little relief. “Well, I’d say it’s nice to meet you, Aurora, but so far it hasn’t been from my end of things.” He shrugged, nodding at  the bow she carried with her. Weapons in general made Dean uncomfortable for obvious reasons, but even more so when it was clear that he was the one being threatened. “Not yet, but I probably will soon enough. Is that what those arrows are really for?”

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✗ Thirty-three ✗ DOB: August 4 ✗ DOD: N/A ✗ Handyman at Institution ✗

Unlike most people of his generation, Dean grew up in a loving family with two happily married parents. Through his mother he was taught to approach any given situation with positivity, for that could make all the difference, she’d say. His father, however, passed down his knowledge and skills as a mechanic and repairman, and eventually hired his son as an apprentice. Dean stayed with the family business for years, and soon became ‘the new boss’ in his late twenties when his dad was too old to work the same jobs he had once been able to do. 

With another recession approaching, so did the apparent need for cutbacks. Their business lost more employees than they needed to keep the place up and running, and soon after it went under completely. It wasn’t long before parents bills quickly began to pile up since their only income went to the necessities, and with his own lifestyle to manage and no job to pay for it, Dean knew that it was time to get over his pride and move back into his parents home. Once he was settled, he immediately googled any and all jobs that were looking for employees with his set of skills; luckily there was one that could utilize said skills effectively. He initially applied for the job of an asylum mechanic, since it paid more than the regular; however, not long after being hired, he was also offered to fill the position of repairman, too. Dean accepted without hesitation, knowing he and his family could use every penny.

During his three years as an asylum handyman, Dean came across every kind of character you could imagine – some weren’t even human – but he still managed to show up day after day to make his earnings. Being the only worker of his kind in such a large establishment kept him busy and kept the bucks rolling in, and although he never managed to move himself back out of his parents house before waking up in Oblivion, he did make a few connections with memorable people.

+ Responsible, Realistic, Strong - Sensitive, Conservative, Distant

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aurora-lovee:

Aurora’s eyes narrowed more, studying him carefully. After he promptly answered most of her questions, she pointed her bow and arrow at his foot of his head. Half an inch closer, it would’ve gone straight through his toes. She eased her stance, dropping her weapon to her side. Figuring that if he were demon, he would’ve already admitted it or attacked her. He seemed so adamant about staying out of harms way. “How many people are here?” She said, her tone not quite as harsh as before. Her eyes still watched him, making sure he wouldn’t make any sudden movements. “What’s your name?” She was fully aware she was drilling him nonstop with questions, but she needed answers.

When her eyes narrowed, Dean took that as a bad sign. He lowered his hands slowly, gaze glued to the tip of her arrow. Relief quickly sunk in when she decided to lower her weapon, and he was finally able to relax somewhat. He knew that she could turn on him again at any given moment so he kept his guard up ready for anything. “What, you want an exact number?” He asked; he didn’t know what to make of it, if that was what she meant. That was just unreasonable. “Look, roughly... I’d say about thirty give or take.” Her questions just kept coming at him almost faster than he could put them in order, though that was mostly because the unease he felt wouldn’t let him think straight. “I’m Dean, Dean Feder. I’ve worked at an asylum for three years as a handyman.” It was only fair that this was a trade . “Who are you?”

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aurora-lovee:

Aurora narrowed her eyes, trying to read him. Although he was coming off genuine enough, Aurora wouldn’t risk it; couldn’t risk it. She had met far too many demons that came of genuine, but at the end of the day, they were still just demons. Her stance didn’t alter whatsoever at his words. Aurora knew he had plenty of inches on her, and he looked like he was built of stone. Her relaxing could be fatal mistake. In fact, she drew back her arrow back without a second thought. “I’d start answering my questions if I were you.” She spoke, disregarding anything else.

A heavy sigh escaped Dean as it became clear she wasn’t willing to compromise. He wasn’t surprised, but more so disappointed that his attempt to calm the situation of all tension didn’t work. He didn’t have to think twice about what had her so on edge -- her questions were a dead give away -- and it was understandable, but despite his understanding nature, he didn’t like his odds against a probably mentally unstable woman threatening him with a bow and arrow -- where’d she get that thing anyway? “Okay, fine. We’re in some sort of demonic place, if I understand correctly. Don’t really know how to answer what ‘level of evil’ this is... evil is evil to me. Uhm -- shit. What was your other question again?”

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aurora-lovee:

After the emotional reunion with Cody, Aurora had made her way around the castle making a mental map of it. She was covered in Cody’s blood, honestly it was a miracle she had found him when she had. Even more of miracle he was always, although she wasn’t surprised. Cody was one of the strongest people she knew. The castle was hauntingly beautiful, but eerie nonetheless which meant Aurora wouldn’t be dropping her guard any time soon. It was even more strange that she hadn’t ran into any humans yet. She stopped dead in her tracks as she heard some commotion, she drew a brass arrow, putting into the proper position of of her bow. Stealthily made her way toward the commotion. She needed answers, “make any hasty movement, I swear I won’t think twice about shooting you.” Aurora had been doing this too long, there wasn’t a quiver in her voice nor did her hands shakes like they had many years ago. “Where are we? What kind of level of evil is this? How many people are here?” Asking the first couple of questions that came to mind.

Upon hearing her command, Dean paused before slowly bringing his eyes to her face. She didn’t strike him as someone who was bluffing, and her attitude seemed to be up to par with the threat she had made. “Look, there’s no need for that. I’ll answer every single question you have, just not with an arrow pointed at my face.” He said, gesturing to her weapon with a nod. “Makes me kind of nervous.” His tone was somewhat comical, though he definitely wasn’t treating the situation itself like it was a joke. Whether she was a real threat or not wasn’t clear, but he knew without a doubt the weapon she was wielding most certainly was.

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evelina--kirk:

Evelina looked up at the man through her blurred vision, squinting to make out his features. She didn’t recognize him, but she wasn’t fearful and instead leaned into him, moaning softly in discomfort. “Take m’… T’ your room.” she mumbled incoherently, her eyes closed as she leaned against the unknown man, holding tightly to him as she could barely hold herself up on her own.

“All right, one way ticket to my room.” Dean said lightly, before he started walking, keeping his grip on her. They were about halfway there by the time he realized his offer wasn’t exactly helpful without him knowing the castle off by heart -- and the fact that it changed itself didn’t help at all. He was getting fed up, more worried about the blonde making it to a toilet or bed in time. “We’re almost there.” He did his best to sound reassuring, though he couldn’t tell exactly how his words came across. Eventually he decided to pick her up bride style, figuring that it could save them some time. However, to his relief, luck was on his side today, and it wasn’t long before they were walking through the door of the bedroom he’d claimed. Placing her down on his bed, Dean shook the tension from his arms. “I’ll take the floor. I’m sorry I don’t have a bucket, but the bathroom is right over there.” He gestured to the door on the left side of the room. “Can I get your name, sweetheart?”

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evelina--kirk:

“N… No. I’ll jus’- I can stay heeere,” Evelina slurred, leaning over a railing and closing her eyes. “Please just… Y’know ‘m totally fine. I don’ need you.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, sweetheart. This is a dangerous place.” Despite her drunken state not being any of his business, Dean couldn’t just walk away from the situation. He’d gotten himself involved the minute he’d decided to give his two cents. “You look like you could use a good night’s sleep. Want me to take you back to your room? Or I could bring you to a friend if you would prefer that?”

[vexed-charlie]

Well...

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vexed-charlie:

I manage to get to the second floor, then I realized the damn place changed itself.

Does it? I don’t think I’ve become as acquainted with its, well, tricks. It’s good to see you didn’t get lost though. This doesn’t seem like the kind of place you want to go off on your own in...

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luna-winslow:

[Luna chuckled, nodding.] Uh, yeah. I guess that will make two of us pretty soon. Well I’m already here, might as well be for good use. I see that doesn’t change. Am I the only nurse around? No doctors? Rooms? Working. [Luna shook her head.] You assumed right.

As far as I know it’s just you. -- Which probably means you’re going to have your hands full a lot of the time. I might only be good at what I was hired to do, but if you need a hand just let me know. Maybe I can learn a thing or two from you. Ah, well you’ll get the lowdown soon enough. You catch onto things quickly around here. In the meantime if there’s anything I can assist you with, let me know.

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trevherrington:

Surprised by the attempt to help – didn’t people in asylums usually just punch each other and have psychotic breaks? – he whirled around, trench coat twirling theatrically as he did so. “Yeah, mate, s’matter of fact, that’d be lovely,” Trevor approached the man with careful steps, as if walking too quickly would spook him. “Y’seen any alcohol ‘round here?”

Tossing the rag over his shoulder, Dean leaned down with two palms planted firmly on the counters surface as the blonde man approached. At the reveal of what he’d been looking for, Dean chuckled and pushed himself up to stand straight.  He wasn’t surprised; most people around here seemed to resort to drinking, whether that be to pass the time or something of their own business. “Yeah, I think I can help you out. Looking for something specific?”

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trevherrington:

Of course, Trevor had been all but too aware of the events transpiring outside the heavy, wooden door. However, ever since those few days that his brother’s broken body flashed in his mind, and his need to murder Sean seemed to claim his entire psyche like a fire, he’d decided the best thing for him – and for everyone else – was to remain hidden on the other side of the door. Things had since calmed down, and he’d popped down to the kitchen for the first time in quite a while, searching relentlessly for any drop of alcohol he could get his hands on. If Trevor was going to face the world, he was going to do it with a bottle in hand.

“Can I help you with something?” Dean called from behind the counter, holding up the rag he was using to clean in his hand to get the other man’s attention. Since he’d entered the room the energy felt tense -- probably having something to do with his incessant search for something; Dean didn’t know what he was looking for, but if he could help him find it then maybe this guy could chill out.