Rising California - In Character Thread - North State
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				Title: <strong>Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 09:04:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Rising California</strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>IC - North State</em></span><br>(http://i48.tinypic.com/fcqkpl.jpg)(http://i47.tinypic.com/2po2ntw.jpg)(http://i50.tinypic.com/k1rx2u.jpg)</div><div align="center">-Humboldt County - Trinity County - Shasta County - Tehama County - Mendocino County - Glenn County - Lake County - Colusa County - Plumas County-</div> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 17:37:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRzli4SlsMJBlmzfFq3GydQJ4AaPK7QCgwQzkX4FOS14M-mFuAFUQ)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Jamie Mendez</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason's Garage.<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March 06 // 1:00pm.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Open.<br><hr><hr><br>The garage was surprisingly quiet; there was quite a bit of custom at the beginning of the day, but it had seemed to calm down quite a bit by lunch time. The garage was quite bare with only a couple of vehicles spaced around the concrete ground. The equipment was pressed to the walls, other than the couple of car lifts that were empty. A few people were around; mostly employee's. Occasionally people would poke their heads through the door connecting the garage to the front of house and ask questions or proclaim themselves making hot drinks, things like that. Jamie heard none of it. She was in her own little world, cheap white hearphones pressed into her ears, blasting Shakira's latest song, Hips Don't Lie featuring Will.I.Am. She was currently bent over a dirty green 96' Chevrolet Blazer. (http://fp.images.autos.msn.com/merismus/gallery/c430239a.jpg) The hood was propped open and it's insides exposed. Hazel eyes scanned the insides as she leaned on her elbows on the front of the body frame work, just above the grill. She was admiring her work with a small, satisfied grin flashing on her face occasionally as she mouthed the words to the song. Her feet were braced apart while she rolled her hips to the beat, getting slightly lost in the rhythm. She'd given the 4x4 a complete service; some people just didn't understand cars. The owners were complaining it was stiff to steer when all it needed was a pump up of the tires. The insides were extremely dusty but other then that there were no real problems. Jamie had removed some of the parts such as the radiator and just given things a quick cleaning. She'd also filled the oil as it was running low and she knew that despite wanting to keep custom, it was important to get as much money out of someone if you could. She made sure to include the rest of the bottle of oil, which was less than half full, for free as a show of good faith. Again, her grin flashed showing her pearly white teeth.<br><br>Pulling her arms from the car and straightening, Jamie leaned in to remove the prop holding the hood up and closed it down, letting out a small sigh of satisfaction. She took a step back from the car though it was more dancing then walking, and she made her way over towards a large red toolbox pressed against the wall in front of the vehicle she was currently working on. The girl was dressed in baggy, navy overalls though they weren't zipped up properly, only to just above her bellybutton so that she could keep the metal of her piercing safe. Her tanned skin was on show up until her black sports bra took over. It was elasticated around under her bust and gave her the support she needed with straps over her shoulders; the white Nike tick was present in the center of the material, just under where her cleavage was on show from the top of the sports bra's circled neck line. She had a pair of lace-up, black ankle boots on, he overalls tucked into them with a slight overhang for trend's sake. Underneath on her bottom half she was wearing a pair of stretchy, tight black shorts which she would usually wear for working out; they matched her sports bra but were not on show. Yet. The girls long, caramel locks were pulled up into a messy high ponytail on the back of her head and a pink bandanna held the loose hair out of her face. She only wore simple pink studded earrings (http://www.kylewisjewellery.com/images/products/sterling-silver-pink-round-cz-stud-earrings-small-RTLG.jpg) in her ears and out of site in her navel was a matching belly bar. (http://www.bodyjewelleryshop.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/Double-Pink-Belly-Bar1.jpg) Jamie fished through the toolbox for a moment, just checking that everything was there and that she'd put back all the tools she'd used before turning with a rhythmic bounce. The young woman had her mobile phone, a pink Motorola razor (http://www.sciuridae.co.uk/technology/images/pink_razr.jpg), tucked into her bra top which was made obvious by the white headphone cord following it in from her ears.<br><br>Jamie glanced around at the garage before making her way over towards the steel stairs pressed against the wall near the reception door that lead up towards the little kitchen. She continued her dance up the stairs, not bothered if people watched her or not and began singing quietly to herself as she pushed the door open to the kitchen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 18:17:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://favim.com/orig/201107/31/boy-car-fashion-hot-guy-jon-Favim.com-117571.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Jonathan Hellyer</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason's Garage<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 1:05 pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jaime<br><hr><hr><br><br><br>John pulled into the parking lot of Jason’s garage, scanning what cars were parked around the complex to make note of who had already arrived or not. His heart was pounding, threatening to tear a hole in his chest from pure excitement! The med student had just gotten off the graveyard shift at the hospital, dealing with wailing patients and ER calls for the past 10 hours straight. He looked like hell, eye’s slightly sunken, illustrating just how badly he needed a bit of sleep. The scrubs on his body appeared lightly wrinkled from use, the once dark blue now lightly faded from continuously being washed, clinging lightly to his male form. His shaggy brown hair was askew, locks hanging down the side of his face in every which way before framing his light green eyes. Despite how he looked like he might feel, the soon to be doctor had never been so awake and alert in his entire life!<br><br>Ever since he had joined up with Blaire’s crew, trying to break into the race scene, learning anything he possibly could between shifts at the hospital John had always been missing one thing. Something that separated him from all the rest, and ultimately meant he could only rise so far before hitting a brick wall. John had been absent a car, and since he was still in school he obviously did not have the means to afford one. But here he sat in the driver’s side of a brand new, fresh of the lot Mitsubishi Eclipse. Cutting off the purr of the engine John stepped out and onto the asphalt, glancing about quickly to make sure that nobody was looking or had noticed him exiting the expensive vehicle. He wanted it to be a surprise of course, and he wanted to break the news. He was already grinning like an idiot, popping the trunk of the car, instantly disappointed when not greeted by the sight of nitrous oxide canisters built into the engine of his vehicle like all the other street racers. Obviously his baby would need some work, and a new paint job to boot. But the hard part was over and done with!<br><br>His hand wrapped around a bottle of some shitty wine he had picked up at the liquor store while grabbing smokes on the way over. Ever the sentimental type, the man wanted to christen the arrival of his new ship with a bottle of wine like the old sailors would. The rate of his heart picked up, quickly moving towards the open hangar door of the garage and trying to spot Jamie or Jason, anybody for that matter. He only found the typical lot, some of Jason’s employees and such working on the non-competitive stuff that rich folk brought in.<br><br>Swelling up with a long intake of breath, John called up towards the kitchen and towards the back walls. <strong>“Guys! Guess what I bought today”</strong> holding out the bottle like it were some victory trophy.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 22:30:14</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i49.tinypic.com/34ql1xz.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">GM post</span> -Feat. Aaron Shepard</span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason Hunt's Garage<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 03/11/06 -- 1:05 pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - N/A<br><hr><hr><br>There was a Toyota from 91, Jamie's pretty little ride, and a Nissan Datsun parked out front. Lee and George "Junior" were working with Jamie. The two of them had distanced themselves from her for a long time. To begin with, she knew infinitely more about cars than both of them. Then, on top of it, their self-esteem was too low to take her off of a pedestal. Each of them were hard workers, and they did anything that she asked them to do, like little wind-up toys. Gentlemen of a humble nature, both in their late 20's, alcoholic white kids grown up into under-developed man-boys. They treated her fairly, and they relaxed when other men were around, especially Jason and Aaron.<br><br>No one knew he was there, going over Blaire's race performances with a pen dangling from his lip. The blinds on the office window had shifted when Hellyer had pulled up with his new Mitsubushi. He couldn't see the boys heart beating, and there weren't any direct indications of where the car came from. Aaron stood from his chair and released the blinds. His head was full of tire pressures and suspension ratios. Shaking it out to think about the developing moment, Aaron could feel the energy, the way the car applied the brakes, the rhythm of the car doors, and the trunk space, the sudden shouting, and the plotting of a righteous man up the stairs. <br><br>Lee had followed John with a rag in his hands, dressed in a white coverall, strapped to his waist and hanging from his hips, he had taken the fabric off of his arms and shoulders due to the heat. A black tank top was underneath, as shy as Lee had become in his years, there was nothing unattractive about his face or his tightly wound skin. Junior stayed back to replace the alternator on a Mazda road car from 96. He scoffed to himself, despising the fact that the owner of a Mazda couldn't replace his own alternator.<br><br>"What's up?" Lee was quiet, merely announcing his presence, not persisting in any way or confused. He had reached the top of the steps, inadvertently urging John toward Jamie in the kitchen. Lee's rag was shoved into the waist of his coveralls. His jeans were exposed underneath in the process. He hadn't even heard the Mitsubishi pull in, too busy laughing about nothing with Junior. <br><br>Aaron was listening through the door of the office. He had heard Hellyer's introduction clearly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ebpohmr</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 03:11:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Jason_Hunt.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Jason Hunt</span><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason Hunt's Garage<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March '06 - 1306<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - N/A<br><br><br><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Jason twisted the steering wheel over to the right and the Trans-Am purred into the forecourt outside of his garage. He immediately noticed the new Mitsubishi Eclipse parked in front of the garage and wondered if that meant a new customer had called. Making sure to leave adequate room for the trailer hooked to the back of his car, Jason turned on the asphalt and pulled into his space. Setting the handbrake, he killed the engine and slipped the keys from the ignition. Stepping from his pride and joy, he closed the driver's side door. Walking beside the trailer, Jason took another long look at the mangled wreck that had been a W-30 edition 1966 Oldsmobile 442 (http://listverse.wpengine.netdna-cdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/2007_hot_rod_power_tour_day_5_pictures_02_z1966_olds_442side_view-tm.jpg) in a former life. He had found the beauty rusting away in the corner of a scrapyard down in Sacramento and just knew that he had to have a crack at restoring the rare vehicle. Looking at the rusted ruin, he admitted to himself that it would certainly not be a quick rebuild. Pretty much a total restoration in fact. Still, if they could pull it off she would be a thing of beauty. Shaking his head with a happy shrug for the prospect of a new challenge, Jason started whistling as he crossed towards the garage proper. Pausing inside, the ex-racer gave his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the change in light. <br><br>"Hey, I'm back!" he called, looking around to see what his employee's were up to. Aside from Junior working on the '96 Mazda, he couldn't spot them on the floor. Looking towards the top of the stairs, Jason saw Lee following after a rather jubilant John into the kitchen. He guessed that Jaimie must be taking a break and thus work had slowed while everyone chased after the testosterone-magnet. Sometimes he swore to himself that the work pattern within his garage was based around the comings and goings of his best mechanic. Not that he could blame the guys - Jaimie was certainly attractive enough to warrant the attraction, not to mention her bubbly and friendly nature had made her a lot of friends here. He couldn't help but to wish that his crew would pay less attention to the brunette and more attention to the work on the floor. Last time he had checked, he was paying them for the latter.<br><br>Rolling his eyes at the teacher-like tone his thoughts had adopted, the garage owner crossed towards the stairs and headed up to the kitchen. Maybe someone there could tell him what was going on with the Mitsubishi out front.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tehcraz</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 04:46:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/EQWMuQc.jpg[/url])</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Lisa Yamata</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason Hunt's Garage<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - March 11th, 2006. 1:06 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - N/A<br><hr><hr><br>Off in one of the back bays of Jason's shop, the sounds of some smooth drum and bass (http://youtu.be/9ygAy2pVeuE) resonating through a few of the bays from the set of a rather weak radio. Sitting upon a raised hydraulic lift, a silver 2000 Honda Civic (http://www.cars-directory.net/pics/honda/civic_coupe/2000/honda_civic_coupe_2092668_orig.jpg) is being worked upon by, none other than, the talented Lisa. The Japanese-American mechanic stood under the older model car and looks....well like a mechanic should work. She wore a dark grey jumpsuit, riddled with various sorts of oils and grimes, and her brown hair tied back into a long ponytail. Her face had a thin layer of sweat upon it, seeming to have exerted physical force for the past few hours while she worked on this one car, and her hands and patches of her cheeks were covered in grime. <br><br>In her hands, a large socket wrench latched onto one of the three remaining bolts that held the oil pan to the bottom of the car. Teeth gritted as she applied pressure upon the bolt, arms straining from the force being applied. It took only a moment, a loud snap and Lisa stumbled back a few steps. She twisted the socket wrench in hand as she looked to the attached socket to see what happened. Her eyes narrowed, the hand that gripped the end of the wrench began to quiver a bit before she emitted a yell of frustration. She quickly turned her torso and reared that hand back, snapped it forward, and sent that wrench flying across the room and into her workbench. <br><br>"Stupid piece of shit!" She called out as she walked up to that bench, leaning over to grab the makeshift projectile. Suddenly, she raised the wrench up and....<strong>BANG</strong>....slamed it on top of the bench. <strong>BANG BANG BANG BANG!</strong> Four more strikes to accompany the first before she dropped it upon the bench with a loud <strong>KLANG</strong> ringing out. She panted heavily, her eyes just glaring down upon the wrench as the head of a sheared bolt comes out and lands near three other bolt heads. <br><br>"Yea, it's only an oil pan Lisa, shouldn't take more than an hour. Fucking. Piece. Of. Shit!" That dripping sarcastic tone resonating into the work bays. Yep, Lisa seemed to be having a bad day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 06:39:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DqJ8wP.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason Hunt's Garage<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - March 11th, 2006. 1:07 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Lisa, Lee, John, Jamie, Jason<br><hr><hr><br>Still half asleep, Blaire lethargically trudged across the back lot, moving from the small storage-unit-converted-into-living-unit that Jason had graciously offered her towards the garage's rear door. She looked pretty out of place to say the least, still wearing her tiny pink pajama shorts with white polka-dots (Blaire had a thing for polka-dots) and a and old, loose grey t-shirt. The imprint on the shirt was so warn that it was no longer even recognizable, and she'd also cut the sleeves off and torn the sides all the way down to her lower ribs, so the occasional side-flash was all but inevitable.<br><br>The loud, metallic <em>BANGS</em> that resonated through the garage as soon as Blaire stepped foot inside did a pretty good job of startling her momentarily and waking her up before she noticed which bay they were coming from. That kind of outburst was just another day at the office for Lisa. "Atta girl, Lis!" she called out across the garage with a hint of amusement on her way towards the stairs that led up to the kitchen. Since she almost never had anything to eat in her place and since Jason was nice enough to keep the little kitchen well-stocked, it was far from uncommon to see Blaire raiding the fridge or shelves. She could usually count on running into someone there, but today the area seemed especially popular with - including her - no less than five people finding themselves within the small room.<br><br>"Party or in here or something?" the blonde started as she walked in through the door, noticing everyone else one by one. "Oh wow, a sweaty mechanic <em>and</em> a handsome doctor boy bringing me cigarettes and booze in the morning!" Blaire continued in her characteristic, charmingly airy drawl, brushing a hand over one of Lee's well-defined biceps before plucking deftly John's pack of smokes out of the front pocket of his blue scrub top. Everyone present knew well enough that she was rarely ever up before noon, and that 1:00 PM was pretty much still early morning for her, so they probably wouldn't bother correcting her.<br><br>"I must still be in bed having a wet dream," the blonde added with a slight smirk as she hopped her butt up onto a counter-top right by Jamie, tapped a cigarette out of the carton and placed it between her lips. After retrieving the Zippo from one of her shorts' pockets, she looked down and performed a nifty little trick out of habit, flicking the cap of the lighter open and lighting it with only a single fluid movement...and then Blaire forgot to actually light the cigarette for a second or two while her mind clouded up with dark thoughts about the person who'd taught her how to do that.<br><br>Frowning a bit, she shrugged those difficult memories away and finally lit her smoke, after which she tilted her eyes back up to find Jason and smiled knowingly at him. It was nice to be able to find a comforting face around her when she needed it, and right now Blaire was actually lucky enough to be surrounded by several of them, so it made it much easier to refocus on the present rather than lingering on shades of the past.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 16:29:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRzli4SlsMJBlmzfFq3GydQJ4AaPK7QCgwQzkX4FOS14M-mFuAFUQ)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Jamie Mendez</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason's Garage.<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March 06 // 1:07pm.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - John, Blaire, Jason.<br><hr><hr><br>As soon as Jamie had stepped through the kitchen door at the top of the steel staircase, she pulled the headphones from her ears and let them fall down her body, tucking the ear pieces into her bra with the mp3 player. Then, she heard a familiar voice echo throughout the building even over the loud machinery and quickly peeked back outside, looking down at the person who had caught her attention. "Hey! John! It's a little early for wine isn't it? Whatcha' celebrating? Get your ass up here!" Before allowing him to reply, she beckoned him up with a hand gesture and disappeared once again into the kitchen, letting out a small giggle as she made her way over towards the counter. Jamie pressed the small of her back against the counter after pouring herself a small glass of tap water and sipped lightly at it awaiting John to enter. Her alert eyes found the familiar face and doctors scrubs as John followed her up to the kitchen. She gave a little cheeky grin over the edge of her glass, one arm bent backwards so her elbow balanced her against the kitchen top. "Hey. So why the wine, Doc? You look like you should be getting sleep, not drinking." Again, a small giggle escaped her lips as she watched him, waiting for his reply.<br><br>Lee was the next to enter, following closely behind John. She gave him a playful wink, her devilish smile still pulling at her lips. "Hey sweetie, come up to hear John's explanation too?" Titling her head to once side, he locks that were currently pulled back into a ponytail fell over her right shoulder and she reached up with her spare hand, grabbing the bandanna from her head and pulling it off, only to shove the material into a low pocket in the navy overalls. The woman turned for a moment, bending at the waist to glance into the front of the microwave to sort out her hair; she smoothed a few loose bangs out so they looked somewhat representable before returning to her previous relaxed position. Jamie raised an eyebrow as she heard the door open and close yet again, only to grin once more at the next person who entered. "Jason!" She raised her glass, finishing off the last drop of water before nodding over towards John. "We're celebrating apparently, though I'm not really sure what about. I'm still waiting for John's explanation." As she spoke, she vaguely heard a couple of angry metallic thuds coming from the main floor, but she didn't think much of it. She was sure Lisa wasn't stupid enough to beat on a car, but the sounds did make her flinch a little with the shock of the sudden noise. <br><br>The next entrance was very sudden and the woman made her way through the group fluidly. Blaire looked tired, as usual; Jamie sometimes envied her being able to sleep in so late. Her hazel eyes watched as the blond woman made her way through the group with her usual charismatic demeanor and she gave her a slight wave with her free hand. "Hey Blaire. What's up?" She didn't move as the woman jumped up on the counter beside her, making Jamie feel even shorter than she usually did around everyone; the curse of being the shortest in the group. "We're celebrating. I'm still not sure what though." Giving a little laugh, she watched as Blaire showed off with her lighter, only to laugh once more as she forgot to light her cigarette. Leaning her head into the woman's side, she gave her a familiar hug, of sorts, and then returned to her original position. "So, John, you gonna leave us all waiting in suspense or are you going to tell us sometime today?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 17:48:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://favim.com/orig/201107/31/boy-car-fashion-hot-guy-jon-Favim.com-117571.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Jonathan Hellyer</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason's Garage<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 1:07 pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jaime<br><hr><hr><br><br>John was happy to find that at least a good number of people were around for his big reveal, Blaire even managing to find her way out of bed for the special occasion. When John came into the kitchen his spirits and smile lifted to find Jaime standing at the top of the landing, the familiar colored MP3 player nestled between the swell of her cleavage along with the headphones she wore. Calling down, John followed her up to the kitchen with Lee close behind. Ignoring her comment about his need for sleep the doctor crossed the kitchen and retrieved the few wine glasses that were available, tucked behind a small army of shot glasses. Practiced fingers tore the covering of the wine bottle off in one fluid motion, leaving only the cork firmly implanted in the neck of the glass container.<br><br><strong>“Today is a very special occasion”</strong>, he announced to Jaime and Lee just as Blaire wiggled her pink pajama covered bottom into the kitchen, blonde hair tossed about as all eyes turned to greet the woman. It was a wonder any work was done with her walking around like that, John not afraid to admit to himself that if he had to work around Jaime, Blaire and Lisa all day looking as they did he probably would have been sued over a dozen times before the week was out for mistreatment of patients while staring at the ‘nurses’. <strong>“And in my family”</strong> likely the first time John had ever even mentioned having one <strong>“we celebrated special occasions with wine”</strong>.<br><br><strong>“Lee can you call down for Jason?”</strong> he asked the man quickly, wanting the owner and all around car guru to be present when he made his big reveal. Normally John would have protested when Blaire went for his smokes, digits slipping into the chest pocket of his scrubs and removing the pack as though he had just been holding onto them for her. But, he always lost those fights when quickly reminded of how she had brought him into the fold. That was always worth at least “one more smoke”.<br><br>Waiting a few moments to give Jason time to come upstairs if he wasn’t too busy with running a business, John went over to one of the second story windows he knew overlooked the section of parking lot where his new baby was parked. <strong>“Ladies and gentlemen… Blaire” </strong>chuckling stupidly with that boyish smile at his own joke while offering a slight nod to the blonde, <strong>“I bought myself a new car today”</strong>.<br><br>Fingers clung to the blinds cord, yanking it down as the afternoon sunlight came streaming in, the pure white Eclipse sitting there in the parking lot within view.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 20:34:45</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/1zch2rs.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">GM Post</span> -Feat. Aaron Shepard</span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Outer area of garage/back docks interior, smoking<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - - - 1:08 pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Lisa Yamata<br><br><br><hr><hr><br>The air was soft upstairs, even as the brisk air from the lake swept in through the door as it eventually let itself stay open, too many people were inside to notice, and the California spring was settling in. The temperature was supposed to be in the mid-seventies. The weatherman was spot on, there were some unexpected clouds rolling in from Shasta, but they would burn away under the eleven hour sunshine, and then cling to the ground by the break of morning.<br><br>Lee flexed. He didn't know why. Blaire had already moved past him and it was too late. It had been a long day for him, and he felt bad for convincing Lisa to handle the oil-tank on the Civic. had wanted to respond to Jamie, but what had ended up happening was enough painful for him. There was a lot of stimulation -cigarettes, pink, biceps, and cleavage - around as everyone gathered, and nothing that came to Lee's mind gave him any reason to speak. He re-positioned himself toward her and shrugged his shoulders late, almost as if to say; 'I wish I could tell you', his eyebrows folded and his eyelids sank. <br><br>The door to the office downstairs clicked open and Aaron appeared in the door-frame, mid-pace, smoke in hand, a match attached to a strike-strip, his eyes pinned on Junior as he closed the door and lit his cigarette in the garage.<br><br>"Aaron." The mechanic looked scared. Shepard liked it that way. He was like the boss' unseen eyes and ears. He was never around, and he was always <em>listening</em>. "When did you get here?" The boys hand was stuck inside of the Mazda's engine, it <em>wasn't</em> running but it looked unnatural to Aaron anyway. So his eyes creased, and he looked skeptical while he took his first few drags. He let the moment linger, rather than thinking about a response. Aaron thought about why that was the question Junior had asked. He started to step out of the garage, almost as if he wasn't going to answer at all.<br><br>Aaron didn't look at the boy as he walked away with a wry smile. "Well, I got here before you did." He hadn't been rude, he had only treated Junior like a child, which, he was. Junior was left with thick air to breathe. His fingers almost let a nut fall into the engine. He took a deep breathe and kept working. "where's your fucking car old man." He whispered to himself within a simpleton's frustration.<br><br>Lee had no trouble finding Jason. He leaned out of the open door and motioned. As he had with Jamie, and unintentionally with Blaire; he communicated without speaking at all. He pulled his head and his hand back to bring the boss into the room. The man was already walking his direction anyway. Lee's arms weren't corssed, which usually meant that he was excited. It was true, the young man had never seen Hellyer this excited. For a second, he thought that this doctor had witnessed one too many deaths this morning at the hospital, and he was announcing his new best friend: 'a wine bottle' or something... In all respects, Lee was expecting to see a shit show psychopathic conflict occur.&nbsp; <br><br>He was hardly disappointed as the situation developed.<br><br>Meanwhile Aaron had taken a brief walk by himself to the side door of the shop. He smoked his cigarette quietly, with a sideways view of the new Mitsubishi in the front lot. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key-chain. He held the keys up close to the smoke escaping from his lips. He picked one key out and turned around to open the side door of the building. <br><br>The utility latch opened and Aaron let the sounds of drum bass come into the parking lot outside. He had put himself adjeacent to Lisa as she fumed over the stripped nut of the oil-pan . "For a second, I thought that ratchet on the bench was a part of your music. S'everything alright?" He was trying to make light of the moment, and he hoped that his tone suggested as much. Although, Aaron's tone was always slightly bitter and serious. He wandered into Lisa's area with his lit cigarette. He was an old fashion type of guy. He kept his eyes in respectable places, and they were soft, in contrast to the scrunched and worn out skin around his eyes and mouth. <br><br>Ever-aware, Aaron stayed close to the side-door, listening for voices. By now, he had figured out that that new white eclipse belonged to the good doctor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tehcraz</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 02:15:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/EQWMuQc.jpg[/url])</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Lisa Yamata</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason Hunt's Garage <br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - March 11th, 2006. 1:08 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Aaron<br><hr><hr><br>For a minute, Lisa stood there, seething over her workbench. Normally, an oil pan took no time at all but this one was almost got the best of her. Both hands gripped upon the edge of the bench, head leaned over, a few droplets of sweat falling off of her forehead and nose, staining the battered and bruised surface, Lisa looked like she wanted to <em>break</em> something. The moment that utility hatch opened up, perhaps she found that target. <br><br><strong>"For a second, I thought that ratchet on the bench was a part of your music. S'everything alright?"</strong><br><br>Lisa turned her head and looked directly to Aaron as his silhouetted in the doorway. She pushes off the work bench and turns to face him, ratchet in hand, and took a single step toward the silhouetted man. "Is everything ok? No, tell Lee that, the next time one of these seventh gen, first off the fucking production line, pieces of tinfoil comes rolling in, he is doing the entire god damn workup...." The ratchet fell down to her side, her mind seeing the, proverbial, red as she flies off into a....well typical rant mode.<br><br>"...seeing as these bolts were made with some piece of shit, hand me down, reforged metal that shears off after six years? One sheared off the moment I touched the thing with the imact hammer, these three snapped the moment I started pushing on it. Had to tap four bolts, <em>four</em>. And Lee is telling me it's going to take an hour. It's been almost <em>three</em>!"<br><br>Lisa just stood there, chest heaving heavily under her well worn jumpsuit, mouth lulled open in a state of almost rage. Slowly her facial expression changed, the anger subsiding to a state of pure annoyance before she snorted once. "I veto all Civics from the year two thousand to two thousand and one. This is going to take me all god damn day and I don't even <em>want</em> to be here past three." It was true, she wanted to hit the road. That red RX-7 in the parking lot was burning a hole in her mind. More specifically, the Navarro event was all she could think about. Having spent so much time tweaking every setting of her ECU, nearly removed all of the non essential bits of the interior outside of the front seat and the radio, and adjusting the suspension to hug turns, Lisa wanted to be out <em>driving</em>.<br><br>"So, yea, there is a bit of a fuckin' problem." She finished with an answer to his initial question. It was of no question that she <em>could</em> finish this project. She has dealt with far more complicated and frustrating repairs with....similar results in her demeanor, but ever since she found out about this event, it was like a plague upon her mind.&nbsp; The anticipation and anxiety for this event was taking a toll. She was even easier to frustrate!&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ebpohmr</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 05:32:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Jason_Hunt.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Jason Hunt</span><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason Hunt's Garage<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March '06 - 1309<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Blaire, John, Jaimie &amp; Lee<br><br><br><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">It took Jason just about three moments after seeing John's manic state to connect him to the Mistubishi sat out front of his garage. He nodded at the kid's choice as he revealed his ride to Jaimie, Lee and Blaire. John could have done a lot worse for himself - of course, if he had taken Jason up on the offer to find him a car, he might have done a little better too. There would be no way to tell until they got deep under the hood. Still, at least the doc had chosen a good platform and Jason considered taking his team up into the mountains for a spot of driving after closing up shop for the day. If he could persuade John to let himself and the girls take a turn behind the wheel, they would have a much better idea of how best to get John in racing condition in time for the Navarro race. Now was not the time for making plans though. Smiling, he crossed the kitchen and put a hand on John's shoulder. <br><br>"Good call doc. Give us a couple of weeks and we'll have the two of you working as one as you float along the roads." With a parting slap on John's shoulder, Jason crossed the kitchen and retrieved a few tumblers alongside a bottle of bourbon. Turning, he put the tumblers down on the table and held his hand out for the wine bottle.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 07:00:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DqJ8wP.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason Hunt's Garage<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - March 11th, 2006. 1:09 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jamie, John, Jason (Enough names in J?!?)<br><hr><hr><br>Blaire smoothly ran her hand through Jamie's hair when the caramel-skinned bombshell moved to give her a quick hug, enjoying the way that the long, silky locks flowed between her fingers. "I dunno yet," she replied to the other girl's question with a small shrug of her shoulders while eying Jason almost suspiciously. From the time that Blaire had known him, she'd generally gotten the impression that he was somewhat reserved and definitely not an attention magnet (of both the good and bad kind) like she was, so it had to be something important for him to be making a fancy public announcement like this.<br><br>Of course, when John made his little quip about her, the blonde had no hang ups about proving his point by graciously giving him the finger with one hand while pulling the cigarette away from her lips with the other. Cocking her head slightly to the side, she exhaled the puff of smoke that she'd been holding in her lungs and awaited the highly anticipated up revelation.<br><br>Surprisingly, John's big surprise actually succeeded in living up to the hype that he'd generated for himself. Blaire had been trying to convince him to get himself a car ever since the second time that they'd seen each other (the first time she'd tried to convince him about something else) and that he'd expressed his interest in racing, so this was super cool news. Enthusiastically, she hopped down from the counter and bounced over towards the window to get a better view, lifting herself up onto her tiptoes while pulling herself up on the doc's shoulder to help keep her balance.<br><br>"White Eclipse, huh...Were you going for the oxymoron or what that just a coincidence?" John would be able to tell by the way that Blaire giggled and squeezed his shoulder affectionately that she was really happy and excited for him. <br><br>Positioning herself between Jason and John, Blaire snatched the bottle of wine before it could be handed off and sat down again, this time on the edge of the table near the tumblers that Papa Bear had set up with the bottle resting between her thighs.<br><br>"Hey, if you ask reallllllly sweetly, I might be down to show the best ways handle a stick..." As she purred her thinly veiled proposition, the blonde's delicate hand worked the neck of the wine bottle quite suggestively indeed for a couple of seconds before she finally slid it over towards Jason, a half-joking-half-beguiling smile on her face and her bare legs dangling loosely in the air.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ebpohmr</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 11:33:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Jason_Hunt.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Jason Hunt</span><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason Hunt's Garage<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March '06 - 1309<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Blaire, John, Jaimie &amp; Lee<br><br><br><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Taking the wine bottle from Blaire, Jason rolled his eyes at her overtly sexual antics. Opening the bottle, he left the wine to breathe for a minute. Sometimes he couldn't help but think of the girl as if she was some kind of triple-x rated energiser bunny.&nbsp; Looking up at Blaire, he shook his head with amusement.<br><br>"Well someone's in a frisky mood today. It must have been a while since your engine was last serviced properly. Do I need to call Cowboy out for a special consultation?" He couldn't help but grin as he teased Blaire. Turning his attention back to the tumblers, he poured three fingers of wine into each and placed them on the part of the table nearest each of those present.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 16:16:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRzli4SlsMJBlmzfFq3GydQJ4AaPK7QCgwQzkX4FOS14M-mFuAFUQ)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Jamie Mendez</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason's Garage.<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March 06 // 1:09pm.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - John, Blaire, Jason.<br><hr><hr><br>As Blaire's fingers casually ran through the length of her ponytail, she let out a small sigh of delight; it felt really nice, relaxing even. Jamie kept her head tilted slightly to the side towards the blonde girl but her eyes were focused on the matter at hand; John's excitment. When he announced he'd brought himself a car, the brunette blinked a little before grinning from ear to ear in excitment. "Seriously? No way!" Following Blaire from the counter top, she pushed herself away from the surface and bounced over towards the window which over looked the parking lot of Jason's Garage. Her eyes immidiatly found her ride; a sexy little Honda Civic Si with a bright pink metalic paint that looked purple when you looked at it from another direction. Then she caught sight of an unfamiliar car; a pute white Mitsubishi Eclipse. She had to press right up onto her tiptoes to get a good look outside, but she gave a quickly nod, her lips curling into an impressed smile. "I thought it'd never happy, John. Nice find." Jamie turned to grin at John before wrapping her arms around him to give him a close, congradulitory hug. <br><br>Taking a step back from the Doctor, she found herself chuckling lightly before her eyes found Blaire, stroking the wine bottle's neck between her legs. She gave her a laugh, only to shake her head lightly. "You're such a tease, Blaire." Again, she laughed. Jamie watched the wine for a moment, taking a step over towards the man who was currently opening it. "Hmm." She tilted her head, eyeing the bottle for a moment to try and find the percentage. As Jason poured the liquid, she grinned in amusement before taking one of the glasses. "Thanks!" Lifting the wine glass to her lips, she sniffed the liquid gently for a moment to try and look sofisticated before she took a mouthful, swallowing without thought. "Mm. Tastes as good as any wine I've ever had." She wasn't a big wine drinker, but she appriciated the thought; plus it was John's day, not hers. "Have to bring some around more often, John." She threw him a playful wink before downing the rest of the glass quickly, letting out a sigh afterwards before holding the now empty glass over towards Jason with a innocent smile and a tilt of her head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 18:06:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://favim.com/orig/201107/31/boy-car-fashion-hot-guy-jon-Favim.com-117571.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Jonathan Hellyer</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason's Garage<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 1:07 pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jaime<br><hr><hr><br><br>John was pleased as peaches that his decision for a car was being received so well from those who obviously knew more about the circuit and the scene than he did. There was a slight glimmer behind Jason’s eyes, John understanding that if he had taken the expert with him John would have walked away with something probably better for the same cost. But, Jaime had said something to him a few nights back after he got home from work about how buying your first racecar was a lot like falling in love. When you see it, you’ll know, or something like that. It could also have been Blaire in reference to a good fuck or drink. Thinks started to bleed together after the third shift. If Jason had tagged along the doc would have bought whatever he had suggested. Also, more importantly, the man wanted to avoid any questions about how managed to afford the cost.<br><br>He gave Blaire a thankful nod when she patted his shoulder, smiling as color rushed to his face turning his grin a shade of red. Then the blonde slipped her fingers around the neck of the bottle, yanking it from him before dancing back and setting it between her creamy thighs. His eye’s widened at her comment, trying his best not to start laughing while exchanging a glance between Jaime and Jason. The most awkward part was that John couldn’t be totally certain whether she was kidding or not. Sometimes you could never really tell with Blaire if one comment had a hidden truth underneath that sensual tone, or if inquiring further would earn you a socket-wrench across the cheek.<br><br><strong>“I don’t know if I’d end up learning anything”</strong> he admitted with a soft chuckle. Jaime moved in and wrapped her arms about his waist, Jonathan returning the hug warmly. <strong>“Thanks Jaime”</strong> he told her honestly with that sweet boyish smile of his, appreciative that his roommate and friends were pleased. He felt more like one of them than ever before. “You guys just better watch out at the next race. After all, I’m the only one who can legally practice everyday” referring to his experience as an EMT before getting a permanent position at San Francisco General.<br><br><strong>“So how much is getting her all the normal bells and whistles going to run me Jason”</strong> refusing the offer of a drink. He was technically still on call, and nothing good ever happened to a doctor who showed up the hospital with any amount of alcohol in them. He had purchased the wine for them, and so that he could share in the event. <strong>“And remember, very likely your life will be in my hands at some point”</strong> laughing again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>25-01-2013, 23:02:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DqJ8wP.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason Hunt's Garage<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - March 11th, 2006. 1:10 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jamie, John, Jason<br><hr><hr><br>"Pffffftt," Blaire scoffed in response to John's comment and took another drag from her cigarette, blowing the puff of smoke towards the impossibly cute med student. "Your mind would be blown."<br><br>Her eyes veered off to the side briefly to find Jamie's and she smiled at the girl knowingly before tilting her head back...all the way back until she was looking at Jason pretty much upside down. "Hey, the more the merrier, right?" Once again pulling the cigarette away from her mouth, Blaire stuck her tongue out all the way over her bottom lip and retracted it slowly, leaving the middle part of her lip wet and glistening.<br><br>With her head still upside down, she rolled her eyes playfully at Jason before pushing herself back up into a more natural sitting position and snatching one of the filled wine glasses. The blonde was considerably more interested in Jason's whiskey than the wine, but she had to have at least one glass to celebrate her friend's big purchase.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ebpohmr</strong> on <strong>26-01-2013, 18:31:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Jason_Hunt.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Jason Hunt</span><br><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason Hunt's Garage<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March '06 - 1310<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Blaire, John, Jaimie &amp; Lee<br><br><br><br><hr><hr><div style="text-align: justify;">Jason shook his head with amusement at Blaire's reply before picking up his own glass and draining the wine. He nodded at John, both in appreciation for the drink and for his promise of performing well at the next race before settling the tumbler down. Taking Jaimie's empty in his hand, not for a moment trusting her oh-so-innocent smile, he placed the glass by the wine bottle. Looking at the people stood around the kitchen, he smiled before fixing his eyes on the irrepressible blonde.<br><br>"Don't make me tag you with the spritz bottle, minx." Looking at Blaire's inverted eyes, he held out an index finger and mimed pulling a trigger several times. The garage owner turned his attention to John, having considered the answer to the kid's question. There were far too many unknowns to calculate what it would cost to customise the Eclipse and he didn't want to mislead one of his driver's when it came to paying out money most of them could ill afford to spend. He waved his hand in Jaimie's direction.<br><br>"Sorry doc, but there's just no knowing that until we get her in downstairs and my mechanic here has a good look under the hood. Don't worry though" Jason winked at Jaimie before continuing, "my girl here will do right by your new lady. If you like, we can all head up the mountain this evening and give you a chance to see what she can do?"</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Photo</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 07:18:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/1zch2rs.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">GM Post</span> -Feat. Aaron Shepard</span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - back docks/Outer area of garage<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - - - 1:11 pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - OPEN<br><br>Aaron squeezed his eye lids together and forced a sour face. "eehck" His cigarette seemed to keep his attention a little more than it should. He spoke with the fog coming through his throat. It was thick, and it didn't seem to bother him. His voice was deeper. "Gotta hand it to you for being that determined. The anger is an offshoot of that, I think." He quieted himself for a moment and took a few stops toward the distressed woman. Aaron was moving slowly, and speaking, calmly. Many women in the past had reacted poorly to his calming techniques, and he usually related to females with a short fuse. <br><br>So he turned his shoulders and looked up toward the kitchen with an empathetic look on his face. He looked back towards Lisa and smiled. His eyebrows were smug. He had pulled his Marlboros out of nowhere. His last butt had vanished, and his next match was already lighting this new smoke. <br><br>That's when he turned away. He didn't even want to try. He was too experienced to care. He didn't want to treat her like a girl. His red and white pack of cigarettes were left on a workbench near Lisa with his matches leaning against them. "Help yourself," Shepard wanted her to have a cigarette. He turned his head, but he didn't stop walking. "Leave the Civic alone, Honda makes replacement oil pans for these models. We'll sear it off, re-install the mounts and ship in the part, We'll have to hold it a couple days." He had sounded harsh. There was a lot of things he wanted to say, but he didn't want to have an argument right now. He should have been on the cement earlier and she wouldn't have wasted her time. The stern tone of voice he had used resonated through the garage and he stopped his stride.<br><br>He turned halfway toward her again that. It looked like he may have left his cigarettes on the counter by accident. "It's a good sign. You demand perfection, not from others. Lee said one hour, yet you worked for three. No, you expect mistakes like his. It's when something is supposed to work... ... ... ... You're angry right now...for the same reason you drive... that Rx-7." He took a drag of his cigarette and turned his whole body. "So, calm down." Shepard's mouth formed a perfect O, and a smoke ring came out of his lips. He didn't even notice. In stead he did one more about-face. The cigarette smoke followed Shepard out of the open door and he walked away.<br><br>He smoked with his right shoulder over the right headlight of Hellyer's fresh Mitsubishi. <br><br>By then, Lee had come down to tell Junior about the new car. The two of them were loud as they shared the excitement with the rest of the group. At a gallop, they landed in the front of the property to see Aaron standing next to the car as if he had formed the thing with his own damn hands. They shouted at him, he had only grunted and smoked, deep in contemplation. There was already talk about Navarro's event in May, and he didn't even know who had started to spread the word. There were a lot of factors. He grimaced as the two gear-heads behind him were gathered near the garage door, rattling on as if they had their own sitcom. He tried to ignore them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 15:32:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://encrypted-tbn2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRzli4SlsMJBlmzfFq3GydQJ4AaPK7QCgwQzkX4FOS14M-mFuAFUQ)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Jamie Mendez</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason's Garage.<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 11th March 06 // 1:11pm.<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - John, Blaire, Jason.<br><hr><hr><br>Jamie's bottom lip jutted out ever so slightly as Jason removed the glass from her hand rather then filling it up with wine. Her pout continued a little while longer as she pushed herself from the kitchen counter and stretched her arms in the air with a sigh. "We're supposed to be celebrating!" Shaking her head slightly as she lowered her arms behind her back, her familiar grin returned once more and the mechanic began towards the window again to take a look in the car park. She should probably get back to work on the main floor. However, Jamie didn't have an appointment for another couple of hours; maybe she could help someone else out? Pressing up onto her tiptoes, the brunette eyed John's car once again and turned to him with a smile. "I call first dibs on shotgun, John!" <br><br>When Jason mentioned Jamie would do right by John's new car, the girl gave a quick nod in confirmation It was exciting; she couldn't wait to get a glimpse under the hood. "I'm sure she's great already, but I'm happy to check her out for you. Only if you promise to gimme a good ride later." Jamie winked over in John's direction, a playful smile pulling at her glossy lips. Of course, she meant a ride in his car, but she was happy to let him believe otherwise if he so wanted. <br><br>"Oooh, a little test run sounds good to me. I'm in." Jamie shuffled backwards to meet the counter once more and hopped up to sit on the side. She rested her hands either side of her overall covered thighs and leaned back ever so slightly to stretch out her back before sitting in an upright position, her hands remaining on the countertop. "What'd ya think John? Wanna go for a ride later?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tehcraz</strong> on <strong>28-01-2013, 19:18:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/EQWMuQc.jpg[/url])</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Lisa Yamata</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason Hunt's Garage <br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - March 11th, 2006. 1:13 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Aaron<br><hr><hr><br>The anger caused by that frustration was dropping, albeit slowly. The visible rage on her face, the tensed muscles, the assertive tone was dissipating. She snapped on Aaron and it wasn't even his fault. The flaw of the passionate.<br><br><strong>"Gotta hand it to you for being that determined. The anger is an offshoot of that, I think." </strong><br><br>Truer words have not been spoken about Lisa. Her passion for doing a job <em>right</em> provides such a short fuse for dealing with issues, especially for issues involving something that should be a simple fix. Not once has she ever been bested by an oil pan, an intake, fuel lines. She <em>always</em> got the job done, and got it done right. She <em>can</em> finish this oil pan. Tapping the seared bolt just takes time and it is annoying to no end. <br><br>A grimy hand slid up to the left side of her neck, rubbing the exposed skin in a circular way, a soreness built up from looking up and to the side at the undercarriage of t his damned civic. She cared not for getting the mix of oil, dirt, and other grime on her skin. It was her war paint, in a way. In fact, she liked it, quite a bit. Something about coming home and seeing the work you put in just wash off, it was a reminder of her determination. <br><br><strong> "Help yourself, Leave the Civic alone, Honda makes replacement oil pans for these models. We'll sear it off, re-install the mounts and ship in the part, We'll have to hold it a couple days."</strong><br><br>Her head turned to look to Aaron, eyes narrowed. Did he think she couldn't tap a few more bolts? Did he think she couldn't do this? "Hey now, yo...."<br><br><strong>"It's a good sign.</strong> He cut her off, her little rant stopped short as she just watched him as he spoke. <strong>You demand perfection, not from others. Lee said one hour, yet you worked for three. No, you expect mistakes like his. It's when something is supposed to work... ... ... ... You're angry right now...for the same reason you drive... that Rx-7."</strong><br><br>Cryptic phrasing aside, she took it all as a compliment. Head hung forward slightly for a moment or so, following up with a few nods. "Your right. I'll give it a break. Today has been fuckin' frustrating enough." She spoke as Aaron walked to the door and outside. The moment that door closed, she tilted her head back and emitted a heavy sigh from her lips. "Jesus, Lisa, get a fucking grip."<br><br>She wasn't centered, just a powder keg ready to go off. She needed to calm herself, and knew just how. Walking back over to her work bench, she tossed the socket wrench ontop of it, walking toward the kitchen. In she went, not even noticing the group around with the alcoholic beverages. Her mind was set on one location, and one only: the refrigerator.&nbsp; A yank upon the door, she peers her head inside and gives an audible "Ah-ha." Her hand grips around a.....dark red can? Retracting her arm, she showed her <em>prize</em>. A can of cold Dr. Pepper. The angry Asian-American mechanic was sated by the cool, bubbly liquid of Dr. Pepper. A yank on the tab, a loud hiss of the carbonation, and a few loud gulps, Lisa looked to relax a little. <br><br>It was then that she turned and saw the group in the kitchen. Jamie, Blaire, Jason, John, the small little group sitting there with a bottle of wine, bourbon and cigarettes. "Ah, hey." Lisa seemed to be caught by surprise. "So what is the occasion?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BruceTheCat</strong> on <strong>29-01-2013, 03:57:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://favim.com/orig/201107/31/boy-car-fashion-hot-guy-jon-Favim.com-117571.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Jonathan Hellyer</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason's Garage<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - 1:13 pm<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Everyone<br><hr><hr><br><br>John returned Jamie's comment with a matching quick wink of his own, chuckling at the double meaning. The two were roommates, so for most outside observers that might sound like a real possibility between the two. But not as of yet it seemed, John barely had enough energy to study much less have sex. Typically speaking his priorities were sorted in that order as well. Even when the doctor had first met Blaire, bandaging her up after some wreck or another the blonde was overcome with the urge to fuck in a hospital. John of course being the nearest and best looking guy available who had just stitched her up became the target of her affection. But a polite, stammering 'I would love too but I'll lose my job' and some meds later, the team leader dropped the advances.<br><br><strong>"Man, I feel like the prettiest girl at school"</strong> he mused, enjoying not only the bit of attention but how everyone was so eager to open up his new girl and see what she was made of. <strong>"Sure we can go for a ride later guys. I'd love the help"</strong> he admitted while brushing his fingers through the long shaggy brown hair of his. <strong>"That is of course unless I end up working. I guess if that happens you guys can just go without me"</strong> smiling handsomely at the thought of his friends taking his new car out for a real ride without him even being present.<br><br><br><strong>"We can just say you owe me one"</strong>. Lisa suddenly made her entrance shortly thereafter, John peaking over the crowd and finding her snagging one of the cold drinks from the fridge. <strong>"I just bought a new car</strong>" John informed her while holding up the keys, shaking them to create that all too familiar jingling noise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rising California - In Character Thread - North State</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>31-01-2013, 05:22:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7DqJ8wP.jpg)</div> <br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Blaire Simmons</span></span><br><span class="bbc_u">Location</span> - Jason Hunt's Garage<br><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span> - March 11th, 2006. 1:14 PM<br><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span> - Jamie, John, Jason, Lisa<br><hr><hr><br>"Nah," Blaire started, but took a pause to knock back one of the shots of Bourbon that Jason had just prepared before finishing her thought. "You should be the one to pop her track cherry," she told John, actually sounding like she was kind of serious. Besides, the rest of them had already been spoiled by souped up cars and wouldn't have nearly as much fun driving the mostly stock Eclipse as John would. After all, who didn't remember fooling around and doing stupid shit that almost got them killed with their first car?<br><br>Hopping off the table, the blonde strode back over to the counter and grabbed a pack of two raspberry Pop-Tarts from one of the cabinets hanging above it. Whiskey and Pop-Tarts, the perfect late breakfast. Not having the patience to deal with the toaster, Blaire just ripped the silver packaging open and took a big bite out of the first of her two pastries, savoring it as if it were fine cuisine. <br><br>"Hey, maybe if you stop wasting your time with that dead-end <em>doctor</em> job, you could even get yourself into good enough shape to compete in May." Blaire was half-joking, of course, but as much as she would understand and even support her friend's decision to focus on his studies and career beyond all else, she had to admit that it would be undeniably awesome to have him take a more active role in the team. For whatever reason, she'd just gotten a certain vibe from him ever since the day when they'd first met - not just the feeling between her legs that made her want to ride him in reverse cowgirl on a gurney, but also a second one which convinced her that John had that indefinable killer instinct which would make him a kick-ass driver.<br><br>"I could still let you practice on me in between track sessions if you're <em>really</em> dedicated, though," she added the obligatory teasing comment with her mouth still half full from another bite. "You loved having me as a patient before...right?"
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