Teagan had worked through most of the night, with the news of the lycan death at hand Teagan wanted anything and everything to keep her mind occupied. These were the moments she wished she had more then one thing to keep her work at a steady pace, yet seemed time rivaled her mastery over mechanics and weaponry. After finishing the finally field testing on a old modern 1919, it was time to await the arrival of the custom. And from there.... she would end up at the one place she didn't want to be, the execution.<br/><br/>Those green hues steadied down into the glass case of the paneled box that housed many other small weapons, hand guns, butterfly knives, pocket knives, a couple full length swords and well... the basic cleaning oils and so forth. Teagan had her own shop in a more rich land sort of portion of the city, large enough that it was a two decker store. Through the back door it lead to the garage, which at current was closed for the night, and soon enough so would the main portion of the store as well. A five door bay garage house three cars under current maintenance, but was halted as normal hours were closed to her more so normal workers. As for Teagan, free rein over her own shop/store was perhaps the only thing she had ever wished for, and now she had and owned.<br/><br/>Leaning down behind the counter she slid back the back glass panel of the clear box, placing the finished 1919 in a safe place til the owner came for it. Sliding the panel back and locking it with the key she stood back up and looked out the large glass window, hearing the crowd as they gathered for the night. The sickening roll over her stomach rolled with the calls and cries of the crowd, she could be there... more so didn't have the guts to watch such a thing take place, but... she had to support the lycan in his last moments of this world, right?  Teagan was fighting with herself, debating whether to go or whether to stay. Shifting out from behind the counter her hand trailed over the top of it as she made her way to the back portion of the garage looking over the last three remaining cars there.<br/><br/>It was minor maintenance on a silver Mustang GT series, a basic air vent conversion. Beside it was a black Jeep that needed springs and shocks to the front wheels. Though last but never least in Teagan's heart... a classic 1979 lime green Dodge Challenger, with two black racing strips that went from head to rear of the car. It sat parked  two spaces down from the last one. Again minor work was needed, but because of the spot that Teagan had for the classics... she needed to keep it a extra night. Making her rounds within the garage she checked the doors to make sure they were locked and set to the alarm as she came back to the main hold of the shop.  The good thing about being a business owner int he richy richy region was... the rich were too clean to get too dirty. Even Teagan was consider high class over the created, but she never held that over their head.<br/><br/>Figuring from the start of her business and the help she had in passing with Thomas from the lower region, she could count on him when she was in her worse slumps. Going to his shop at times to buy parts that she needed to finish her own jobs. Surly by now Thomas had left for the....<br/><br/>Teagan couldn't give it thought as she circled back around her counter and gazed down into the glass case. She was between the stages of kicking herself and deciding whether to go or stay. That ever so sheltered life that Teagan had and still had was good for when she was younger but now.... she normally just kept her nose to the grind stone and stayed locked within her shop most days and nights, such as now. It was either the lack of sleep or the lack of energy that had her standing there as long as she was, and in the end of it all, she had finally forced herself to lock up the shop and set the alarms for the rest of the night. She could get back to the rest of her work after this rough spot and some sleep. Truth be told Teagan didn't know this lycan as well as others might had but... he was worth going to support, making her wonder... would anyone do the same for her?<br/><br/>Closing the door behind her the came a light shake of her head as she locked it and turned down the street, making her way to the neutral grounds of where it was taking place. Keeping herself as less of a target as possible as she ducked and weaved her way through the crowd, but kept herself closer to the pack rather then close to the vampires.  Teagan wasn't sure what her own thoughts were on the vampires, they weren't that bad... were they? This is what a sheltered life did to the mind of one. Raising her eyes to the lycan that was chained to the platform her eyes held the lycan for a moment before she dropped them to the ground under her feet. Was she going to be able to stand here and watch this take place?