âYouâd be surprised how gullible I am.â Boyd chuckled in response, tugging his coat tight to ward off at least some of that afternoons cold winds, a raise of the eye suggesting heâd noticed the other wink at him. He was, however, a little shocked at the fact the mechanic was not allowed to see his customers car details. âYou, uhh-â He shifted forward, almost bending over the car and part of the other due to the odd position he was in, to press a button on the wireless keys he had given Jason. âPress this.â As he did so, the hood popped up, and Boyd moved back into his original position. âAll on the keys. Fancy if you ask me.â
"Oh really? I guess appearances can be deceiving, huh." he continued, making small-talk really. Nobody wanted to deal with a boring asshole who couldn't at least appear to be nice with a customer. "Ohh. Gotcha." he said, smiling lightly after Boyd pressed the button on the keys. "Yeah that's nice. Thanks." he nodded, then moved closer to bend over and reached to check the engine and the oil. "So far so good." he said, grunting a little as he pushed himself closer, almost tiptoeing to be able to properly reach under the hood and see if anything else was wrong. "So... How long have you had it? She seems to be in perfect condition, almost like you just bought it. --Frankly, if anyone kept their cars as good as you do, we'd be out of business." he chuckled, pushed himself back up from under the hood and looked over to Boyd.
Evander had always a soft spot for cars that were so neglected, they looked like they wouldnât even run. Not everyone could look past a little bit of rust to the value underneath. He was vaguely aware he was being spoken to, but he was too focused on inspecting the metal beast to pay much attention. âYeah, I have a habit of doing whatever Iâd like until someone stops me,â he admitted, fingers itching to look under the hood. But it didnât seem like this guy was going to quietly roll back under the old thing any time soon. âWere you planning on stopping me?â His grin was dark and wolfish as he reached for the car handle to inspect the interior.
âIf I have to.â Jason simply replied, staring at the guy with what seemed to be confusion as to what he was doing here, and why he was so interested about such an old piece of garbage. âWhat, you into relics or something? âCause weâve got a bunch of scrap pieces no one wants and that weâve been meaning to get rid of, if youâre interested.â Jason continued, his otherwise neutral expression turning into a bit of an innocent and lopsided smirk.
Really, Lincoln was already pissed about getting trapped on the werewolf side of town. But he wasnât really interested in pushing his car all the way home so instead heâd managed to get himself to this shop. âMy piece of shit car wonât start. I was hoping you could look at it so I could get out of here and you know⊠Stop stinking up the streets.â
Had he not been almost literally nose deep in the gas tank of that car, Jason would've probably picked up the scent before the guy was literally right next to him. It was definitely something different than what he was used to. But it still had the same core muskiness most Alphas in his pack had and to which Jason was very much used to. "Oh that's you? I thought there was a gas leak or something. Thank god." he teased playfully, careless and lacking any sort of consideration for the whole werewolf v werecoyote thing going on around town, and especially within his pack. Mostly because he was alone at the moment. But certainly because he was in no mood to fight or get into an argument with anyone.
This one was odd. Typically the mechanics Boyd had to deal with had an obvious passion for cars, but evidently had the social skills and hygiene of a Hyena. This one was handsome, seemingly well-kept and actually quite funny. He raised an eyebrow as he watched the other work, movement around the vehicle like had absolute knowledge and skill. âI might be a bit naive, but Iâm not dumb enough to fall for the whole ââevery three monthsâ schtick.â Boyd replied casually, secretly leaning in and, with a pre-waxed cloth, buffering out the tiniest of dirt patches on the side of the car. âOh. I forgot to introduce myself - My name is Boyd McCloud, I believe you already have my information on-file?â
"I never said you were naive." Jason said, flashing another grin at the other, "You don't look gullible enough to fall for that anyway." He continued, winking at him. Jason inched closer to the car, making sure not to put his greasy hands all over it to not offend the potential customer and nodded. "Oh yeah. Yeah. I'm sure we do. I mean... My boss would. I don't have access to those things when nobody's around. He doesn't trust me with that, for some reason. Maybe 'cause I keep telling his customers to not believe all the shit he says... Who knows." He then gestured at the hood, "Would you mind? I wouldn't wanna get her all dirty if there's nothing wrong with her."
âyou sure about that handy manny?â nicholas scowled at the other, eyes taking in the greasy looking mechanic. âthatâs my car youâre working on. iâll show up whenever i want to and check the progress youâre making with it. you told me a day and itâs been over a day and i havenât received a call to let me know how much longer you were planning on keeping it.â nicholas explained, keeping an even tone despite wanting to raise his voice because he was agitated.
âYeah, first of all. That attitude ainât gonna get the job done faster.â Jason replied almost immediately, clearly not even bothered by the scowling or by the urgency the job needed. It wasnât his in the first place. He couldnât care less about deadlines he hadnât set himself. âSecond of all, like I said. Iâm the only one working here, so I canât really do everything at once, can I? Boss left for some thing I donât know about, and other people are either sick or skipping. Iâm not the one supposed to work on your car, Iâm doing as best as I can, and as fast as I can.âÂ
âDo people actually ask you to check their car for them without bringing it in?â Boyd questioned as he followed the other out of the garage block, through where the shutters would usually have blocked their exit, and out into the car park. There, before them, was a disgustingly pretty âalfa romeo giulia quadrifoglioâ, in a matte red; not his first choice, but sadly that had no black or grey in stock. Tossing the mechanic his keys, he stopped short of meeting it. âItâs not been acting strangely recently, but I was told I might have to have the oil checked every few months.â
âOh youâd be surprised by how often that happens. People expect us to be ready to come and follow them home or wherever they last parked. As if we donât have a ton of work here in the first place.â Jason nodded, then they reached the car park and even though he wasnât much of a car guy, he couldnât deny the vehicle was gorgeous. Really in pristine condition and extremely well-kept. What a sight it was. It changed from the usual wrecks they had to work on. âMy boss would probably tell you you have to have it checked more often than that but... Really, you donât. They tell you that to make you pay more. Donât tell him I said that.â he grinned playfully. âIâm still gonna check it out though, make sure itâs perfectly fine. Just in case.âÂ
âIâm too pretty and dumb to steal anything. I mean I wouldnât even know what to steal like, value wise and even then how would I sell it without you knowing yeah?â Edwin smiled, half serious but half joking about it, glad the mechanic was smiling and laughing at his blunder not looking at him with horror. He had towed the mess to the parking lot out front. âSo. The fireworks made the back explode and then the rest set on fire. So like. Yeah itâs a mess.â
âItâs always the pretty ones that are the most fucked up people, though.â Jason teased, softly joking. "You think I pay attention to the mess around here? Very bold of you to assume so. It's not my garage, I don't know or care about all the things we got laying around here." Jason felt something that was almost real pain when he saw the mess the guy had created. "Holy shit..." he breathed, "You really ruined it. Wow. I've never seen something so... Brutal." he couldn't help but laugh, still. "Dude... I... Yeah, no, there's absolutely nothing I can do about that. I'm pretty sure you're gonna need to buy a new one."
âI know.â Boyd replied, clearly not paying very much attention to the mechanic under the car, at least not  yet. His hand grazed over the ancient vehicleâs body, fingertips almost feeling the age; the places it had gone, the memories it had seen. âIsnât it beautiful.â He spoke softly, almost under his voice, and most likely not to the other Beta. âImagine the stories they have to tell.â Now, Boyd did not like cars, but he did like relics of any age; any gateway into the past through which he could gleam how his ancestors had lived. He broke back into reality when the mechanic spoke, and stepped back a short distance, his practised smile breaking onto his lips. âMy car needs a check-up, I suppose. Not sure thereâs anything wrong with it, I just assumed itâd be better to get it out the way before an issue occurred.â
Watching the other guy touch and feel the old vehicle almost brought a smile to Jasonâs face, in a way it was sort of endearing to look at him and notice all the interest he had in such an old, ugly looking thing. Something Jason really couldnât care about. To him, it was nothing but a piece of scrap. Just like most cars. âIf you say so.â he shrugged, rubbing his hands all over the rag he had used to wipe his forehead. âOkay cool! Did you bring it with you?â the question was rather stupid, but sometimes necessary as many people often did not and expected them to go to their places to see what was wrong with their cars ad bikes. âVery smart thinking, though. Usually itâs too late when people notice somethingâs wrong. Letâs see if there's anything I can do.â
âRight yeah hi sorry I know I shouldnât be out here but I got curious and decided to wander around because who doesnât like dangerous places they shouldnât be right? Anyway my name is Edwin and I blew up my friendâs moped and I need to get it fixed. OrâŠreplaced.â he flashed back a smile of his own to the other man, full well knowing he was probably asking for something impossible. âAnd I know what you are going to say, âhow did you blow it upâ and the answer is, I shoved fireworks in the tailpipe. Am I too old for that? Yes. Did I do it anyway? Yes.â
âSure, but if somethingâs stolen or gets broken, Iâm the one whoâs gonna get yelled at.â Jason said through a sigh, not used to being the only one at the garage and still getting used to this whole thing. A confused frown grew on his features when the guy started to explain what he was here for. But then, even though he tried not to, Jason couldnât help but smile and chuckle as he was told the how of the manâs problem. âSeriously? Why would you even do that?â he asked, trying to contain his amused grin. âBut yeah, youâre probably going to have to replace, at least, that part. Alright, let's see the mess youâve made.âÂ
His head popped out from under a car that looked more like a relic than it did a car. It was rusty and ugly, the paint was a disaster. Truly it was a miracle it had even been driven up to the garage he worked at. âYeah, uh youâre not s'pposed to be here, buddy.â he simply said, wiping the sweat on his forehead with a dirty rag, then pushed himself all the way out from under that same car. Got back up on his feet and flashed a welcoming smile. âBut I suppose since Iâm the only one here today... What can I help you with?âÂ
Hobbies: fixing his bike more than necessary, working out, reading
Fears: not being capable of actually being âso muchâ
Five Positive Traits: outgoing, determined, passionate, smart, confident
Five Negative Traits: hot-headed, impatient, jealous, snarky, grumpy
Other Mentionable Details: he has an iq above average, nothing too fancy and extraordinary, but still a few points above average.
&. APPEARANCE
Tattoos: a three inches wide alchemic symbol for fire on his left shoulder (i.e. an empty triangle pointing upwards), a five inches wide skull on his right pectoral, the number 6 on the side of his right middle finger.
Piercings: he used to have his bottom lip pierced, not anymore.
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&. FAMILY INFORMATION
Parent Names: Lachlan & Olivia
Parent Relationship: heâs a bit of a disappointment, but theyâre not mad at him for it. they know heâs always been one to get messy and never listen, to do as he pleases rather than to do whatâs good for him. At least, he came back home to them, so thatâs a start.
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