<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/wall_82h2h_jigu_000.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/kevinandhyrosotherform.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Justin Markenson<br/>Age: 27<br/>Height: 6' 6"<br/>Extra Information: Went into the military when he graduated at seventeen. Got out almost six months ago and is a jack of all trades. Does anything from mechanics to room service within his small hometown.<br/><br/>Justin tinkered away on a dodge viper. Using the wrench to tighten up a few things. He worked away on the vehicle. He had to finish this job before he could go help old man Martin at the motel. He said he had more guests and that he needed a hand. He could provide that hand. He just needed to finish. He finished tightening the lugnuts and stood up. Going around the the engine and began fixing it. Tightening up some loose parts. He then pulled the oil stick out. Checked the oil and wiped the stick clean. Putting it back in. Going over to the driver's side and got into the car. He began revving the engine listening for that rattling sound. It purred like a kitty. He nodded his head and turned it off. Getting out and shut the door. Locking it and handed the keys to Brice. "Here you go. Tell Mr. Laveti that his car is as good as new."<span style="font-style: italic">"Sure thing Justin. Thanks for coming by. Your the best son." Brice then went back to his paperwork.</span><br/><br/>Justin saluted out of old habit. His dreads having grown out from the short crew cut he had once had it in. He left after cleaning his hands and face off with the cleansing towel. Heading home and took a quick shower before heading towards the motel. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans that fit just right and a button up tee shirt where the top two buttons were undone. His collar neat and the shirt tucked in. He opened the front door of the creaky old motel. "Yo Martin. Sir?" He called out in his somewhat deep voice. The voice would echo through the thin walls of the place. He saw Martin who looked at him.<span style="font-style: italic">"Eh? Who is it?" Came the creaky old voice of Martian. "Oh its you boy. Come in. Come in. I need you to help me clean up room 242. Its faucet overflowed and the floors are wet. The shop vac is in the room already in the dry spot. You mind fixing the faucet while you in there?"</span><br/><br/>"Sir yes sir. I will take care of the faucet and shop vacuuming the floor." Old habits died hard. He spent a little over ten years in the military. He hadn't been out long enough to get out of the sir yes sir to the authorative figures in the town. People his own age he didn't do it so much. He was still very much sir and ma'am due to being in the military. He went in back and got the tool belt. Putting it on and headed to room 242. Opening it with the key before walking in. Leaving the door open. Running the shop vac over the floor where it was wet. The carpet making suction sounds with the vacuum. He kept running it over the floor. The vacuum suction sounds continuing as he went over all of the carpet. Keeling down and feeling the carpet before continuing to shop vac. Getting all the water out of the floor.<br/><br/>He picked the shop vac up and carried it on his shoulder outside. Emptying the canister before taking it into the storage room. "Got the carpet all dry Martin."<span style="font-style: italic">"Eh? Thank ya boy." The grizzly old black man said. Going back to checking accounts and what not.</span>Justin chuckled a bit at old man Martin. Going back to room 242 and went into the bathroom. Using the automatic screwdriver to begin taking the screws out of the screwed shut drawer housing the piping for the faucets. Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr....... Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrrrrrr...... Soon he had all four screws out. He set them aside and pulled off the board. Taking the wrench and pushed himself on his back under the sink. Tink Tink Tink Tink. Sounds of metal touching metal echoed through the open doors of room 242 as Justin began fixing the piping. Taking off the curved pipe and cleaned it out of grime. Cleaning the other pipes out as well before reattaching the curved pipe.<br/><br/>Tink Tink Tink Tink Tink. He began reattaching it. Twisting and turning the wrench. Working away on fixing the faucets. "Done with the sink piping." He went to the piping which led under the floor and to the tub. He began taking off the piping leading into the floor. Cleaning out those pipes before replacing the pipe. Tink Tink Tink Tink. He twisted the screw into place slowly. Not wanting to damage the old piping.