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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img51/6450/fkwt.png] ** The rhythmic pattering of rain was like a relaxing melody to the mechanic's ear as he twisted the stiff wrench beneath the car, lying flat on the wheeled board that kept him from fucking up his back, toothpick between his lips as he gnawed on it. Carino's soft snoring accompanied the constant bleeps coming from the handheld gaming device in the hands of his best friend, who currently sat adjacent to him in a wooden chair, twisting and wiggling his chubby body around. Finally he let out an exasperated groan as he shook the object, pouting and rubbing at his bearded chin before whining, “Marshyyyyy, I lost again! Damn Mario keeps falling off the rainbow road!” The mechanic gave no answer other than a simple grunt, the mutt's head raising with a friendly bark, worming his way over to his master, nipping at his weathered jeans to get his attention. The stress lines that etched around his face smoothened out as he sighed, guessing it was indeed time for a break, legs moving to pull himself from under the vehicle, snatching the rag from the hood of the car and wiping at his cheeks, oil smearing against the scruff. Rough, calloused hands stroked down the dog's lean back as he just stared out the open garage door that presented the rest of the more humble side of town, a diner to the left, gas station to the right, his shop right in the middle, and some other smaller types of businesses, nearly half an hour away from the high school and bustling part of the city. He liked it better this way, less people to bug him, even if it did hinder his cash flow, but he got by just fine. ** “Zach, pass me the water.”, he grunted out, hand held open as his energetic companion tossed the bottle to him, twisting open the cap and guzzling it down as his brows furrowed at the warm temperature, setting it down beside him. Icy eyes flickered to his childhood friend, and he murmured gruffly, “The rain ain't softening up.” The kinder male followed Marshall's gaze as he rubbed the back of his neck, turning off his game as he squinted, as if trying to peer through the veil of rain drops, bobbing his head in agreement, snorting, “Yeah, now I can't scope out some smokin' babes! But at least it isn't as hot as usual.” Carino suddenly tensed beneath the dark blonde's large palm, in turn forcing his owner into suspicion as well, the human noticing a car rolling to a stop across the street, a figure stepping out of the vehicle. Judging by the model of the automobile and the vaguely noticeable dress of the stranger, they were from the actual city, probably near Cry Wolf High, where Celia worked, his throat tightening angrily, about to warn Zach to not make a fool of himself. But it was too late as the chubby brute waved his arms all around, wolf whistling at the clearly feminine silhouette, calling out, “Hey baby! C'mon over here~ Diner's closed, escape the rain, I'll keep you warm!” Marshall groaned as he let his head fall back, thumping against the front of the car, rubbing the bridge of his nose as he whispered heatedly, “You idiot.” Amount: 550 Words. Notes: Lawl, Zach, bringing stress to Marshalls everywhere x3 Muse: Awesome~ Tune: Whiskey In Hell ~ Anarbor Tags: OPEN;

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[atrb=background,http://i1223.photobucket.com/albums/dd509/i1vet2b/Maevetablemiddle_zps74502082.jpg] "Speech" Thoughts Power steering had gone out an mile back following a rhythmic beating sound under the hood of her SUV. Maeve dared not pull over, refusing to admit defeat in the face of the monstrous storm. Barton whined in the backseat, his head up and on alert, ears laid flat against his head with each rumble of thunder. It was not her day. It had started off on a bad foot when she woke up to Barton retching on the floorboards beside her bed. She'd sat in the waiting room with him for an hour and a half, trying to keep her wolfhound calm while a husky snarled at him from behind a muzzle in the corner. A barium study and few x-rays later had revealed nothing of major concern with an assumption that he'd eaten something that didn't settle quite right. And now this. She wanted to rest her head on the wheel, but couldn't take her eyes of the road for the severity of the rain whipping against the windows in a powerful torrent. A sign she could barely make out advertised a car shop ahead in half a mile. Resigned to the fact that her main means of escape from anything and everything was assuredly crippled, she tried to keep her shoulders from slumping. A deep breath had her wincing - her ribs still in the process of healing - but she gritted her teeth against the pain until it eased off. Spying the shop ahead, she braked to slow, the vehicle hydroplaning slightly before catching traction again on the street. As the driveway was full of cars already, she pulled over on the side of the road where there was a small patch of dirt obviously used to park cars before. When the car came to a complete stop, the clunking sound returned with a vengeance as the belt smacked against angry metal before finally stopping like a dying beast. Maeve took that moment to rest her forehead on the steering wheel. What a day... Lifting her head, she saw a diner adjacent to the open shop, but a closed sign shone in the window. The luck...it was strong. Barton whined again, complaining about his bellyache as he shifted in anticipation of being able to stretch out his legs. She had no raincoat for the sky had been sunny and bright when she'd left this morning, so Maeve opened the door, grabbing her bag and Barton's leash. She opened the sliding side door for the dog, giving Barton an annoyed look when he looked at the rain and gave a 'no way' look. "Get out here..." The Irish Wolfhound climbed out with exaggerated slowness, blinking fast as the rain pelted on his head. She was amused, despite the situation. At the sound of a man beckoning her over - albeit with the tact of a drunk in a bar - she lifted her head. At least the shop had workers there today. She clipped across the street, ducking her head under the eaves of the building. Maeve peered in, eying the brindle dog carefully. He didn't seem aggressive, so she let up a little on Barton's leash. The wolfhound had little interest compared to his usual happy self, only giving a timid wag of his tail. "Sorry to bother you gentlemen," she said, pushing wet hair from her face. "I don't suppose you have time to take a look at my car? It sounds like it's on its last legs."

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[atrb=background,http://imageshack.us/a/img51/6450/fkwt.png] ** Marshall snorted as he noticed how his best friend's eyes seemed to bug out of his head as the woman actually walked over, using the tip of his sneaker to kick the serious blonde in the shin as he blurted out, “Oh myyyyy, she's actually coming over! Told you my day would come!” The mechanic quirked a brow as he just dusted off the dirt from his leg, his boots clunking against the cement flooring when he noticed what got Carino all riled up, the Wolfhound. But his mutt was a friendly little fool, unlike his master, and the Texan didn't even try to hold the dog back when it wriggled from his grasp, bounding over to the sick creature, licking underneath the much taller canine's chin, bowing down with the invitation to play. The grump remained on the ground as he stared at the woman with a bored gaze, and as far as he knew with his human senses, this lady was just as much supernatural as he was, a normal person. Thus she didn't get the sharp end of the stick, well, with Marshall at least, for Zach was smoothening back his wild copper curls, setting the game to the right as he bounded over to her side, holding out a thick hand, chirping, “He'll get right to it! I'm Zach, nice to meet you, sweet stuff~” A bright smile was on his lips before he glanced over at the stiff brute on the floor, his chocolate gaze trying to encourage him to stop acting like an asshole and actually show some courtesy, their conversation completely silent as the chubby man jerked his chin subtly with a throaty cough. But all Marshall did was stand up and grab the bag of tools to the left, shouldering the strap as he brushed past the woman with a gruff, “-'scuse me.”, out into the pattering rain to check on her car. Niceties were never exchanged. ** His hand settled on the hood that burned beneath his palm, ears straining to pick up on the gurgles coming from the engine, tossing the bag on the floor as he opened up the cover to take a look at the engine, hot steam gushing with freedom, dispersed soon by the cold rain. Back inside the garage he could hear his best friend trying to apologize, cheery words echoing in the silent town, “Uh, sorry about him, he doesn't mean it, I swear! He's just having a bad day~” The dark blonde snorted at that, teeth twiddling some more with that toothpick as he checked the battery, not really seeing anything wrong before his fingers drifted over it, snarling at the overheated material, shaking his hand, scolding himself for not remembering his gloves. He was inspecting the carburetor jet when Zach's voice gained another notch of volume, his previous statements not picked up by the mechanic due to his fiddling with the engine, “Would you like some tea? Or coffee? Or something to drink? I'm pretty sure we have everything~” The curly-haired man winked playfully as he leaned in as if to casually whisper, “We've got some good scotch in the fridge if you want, Marshy likes to drink it when he's watching soaps with Carino.” He'd better be thankful that the younger man didn't hear that all the way outside, for it definitely would've resulted in someone's face against the wall, but the Texan was still unscrewing caps and prodding his fingers into places that probably required some sort of protection first. Oh well. Amount: 590 Words. Notes: Do it Maeve, be a bamf! and zach, that means he's having a bad day every day 0:') Muse: Amazing <3 Tune: You're Beautiful ~ James Blunt Tags: Vettie with Maeve; OPEN;