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Post by KR0R1C on Dec 27, 2011 15:24:28 GMT -5
Lucas sat at the bar for a bit longer after he finished eating. Flipping through random channels on the television and hoping something interesting would be on. He found nothing. A moment later the washed out the ramen bowls and went into the garage. He wanted to try working on The King, but he was afraid to attempt anything on the gyroCAD without Nic around. Although it looked simple enough, trusting a machine to pull apart and work on his baby made him a bit uncomfortable and he wanted to make sure it was done 100% right. He wondered around the shop taking in it stock and layout.
He was beginning to space out inside his own mind when a bell yanked him back to reality. Years of self defense took over as his hand found a monkey wrench and he approached the room he'd given Nicola the beverage in. He peeked in the doorway and it took him a few moments to realize that the intruders weren't intruders at all, and they certainly didn't require a blunt wound welcome. He stepped into the small front room. "Anything I can help you boys with?" He said to the pair of men wearing bluejeans, vans, large t-shirts, and had purple bandannas hanging off of them. "Yea man. We saw da shop was open again. We need some treads and work done to our rides. Place aint been open for a while." The lead guy was a bit shorter had buzzed black hair and a thin goatee. He spoke with a spanish-american accent. Lucas smiled, it'd been too long since that was all someone needed from him. "Yea bro! I'll go open the garage doors roll 'em in!"
Lucas spent a good part of the rest of the evening working on the two classics. One, a jacked up 80's convertible Impala SS rolling around on 26" rims, with a flake purple paint job. The second, a 1986 Cutlass dropped on a hydraulic airbag system with a black fading orange paint job. The cars were nice so he took his time making sure he did everything right. New wheels for both, and a fluids change. He even sold them each on getting a transmission cooler to keep their engines running longer, and healthier in the heat of Arizona. The guys chilled with him listening to some music and shooting the breeze as he worked. And as the sun began to set the couple of gangster classics rolled out of the garage, paid in cash. Although Lucas did all the work, putting wrench to metal made him relax. He decided it was time to call it a night.
He found himself a room but decided to make his way to the room with a sleeping bag and pillow. He missed the clear, wide Arizona night sky, and so he fell asleep underneath it.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Dec 29, 2011 12:11:27 GMT -5
Several days had passed since Nic and Lucas' arrival to Las Vegas. The two settled in well with the Shop, and the period of normality was as nice break from reality for the auburn girl.
The Foo Fighters 'Monkey Wrench' played on the radio, timed well with Nicola's work under the skirt of a Merkur XR4Ti. The car looked like tripe, yet its poor appearance hid a wealth of power within. In a matter of fact, Nic was quite familiar with the car having done plenty of work on it in the past. It's owner, a highschool street racer, brought it in from time to time either switching out the Merkurs stock parts or doing some subtle interior and exterior body mods.
Rolling out from beneath the car came the little mechanic; her face, arms and hands dirtied with grease. The sleeves of her T-shirt rolled up over her shoulders as a safety precaution, while her torn denim jeans wrapped up the typical appearance of her profession. Nic let the hatchback down from its pressure jacks and metal ramp before heading over to the cleanup sink, scrubbing her hands and wiping her face of the anomalous marks. Even after the lickwash she were far from clean, it would still suffice fro going out into the general public. Finally she pulled the tie free which held up her hair.
Keys were exchanged from the hook box as Nic swapped the Merkur's method of ignition for Curse's. She grabbed a few more belongings, snatching her wallet and phone before stepping over to the door that lead from the garage to the warehouse, "Hey Lucky, I'm heading into town for some stuff. Wanna come with?" she asked into the massive space while leaning through the opening.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jan 3, 2012 9:34:49 GMT -5
Just as Nic called out a monstrous noise rung out in the cavern of the shop, a combination of a demon's growl and an ongoing explosion. The chaos began to crescendo and leveled off at the point of being near deafening. It continued for a moment then began to wind down returning to the rumble it was at the start. The racket suddenly ended and a shout of joy could be heard throughout the whole building.
"ITS ALIVE!!!" Laughed Lucas. It was obvious the guy was overjoyed and he had good reason. After a few days of tinkering with it between himself and experimenting with the GyroCAD he finally got the monster running. Now he just needed to make it pretty. He'd almost completely disassembled the body of the car to make the work on the engine and drive train easier to manage. And while putting it back together he planned to do a few visual upgrades for his own unique tastes.
He figured it would be a good idea get some fresh air with Nic since he'd been in the building all day putting the finishing touches on The King's motor. Lucky quickly made himself halfway presentable, or as presentable as you can be when wearing a black t-shirt with the sides nearly cut off, a pair of oil-stained Carhartt work jeans, and an old set of paratrooper combat boots. Still bubbly from finally getting his machine working he practically bounced around the corner and jogged off to meet up with Nic.
The tuner noticed that his partner had the keys for Curse dangling from her fingers. "Takin' out the rexy huh?" He had gained more respect for the impreza which was a natural rival to his own evolution. "So where we off to ta-day? Grocery shoppin'? Dinner an' a movie?" He laughed a bit and opened the door to the outside world holding it for the lady.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 5, 2012 7:56:21 GMT -5
Although she did not seem fazed by the pulse of life coming from the Stingray, Nic was just as glad to hear it running as Lucas. They had their rides evenly sorted now, well armed; a roster to choose from in the given scenarios. Lucky had gotten it running faster than Nicola expected making good time on what downtime they had.
"Just looking to restock the fridge and pantry while dropping in on a couple of manufacturers," she answered while ducking through the open door with a meek 'thank-you', "As good as a movie sounds, the only decent cinemas in Veygas are the super expensive ones. We'd be better off renting," the Subaru girl unlocked her door, leaning over to pop the passenger side after getting settled. Nicola had made it creed to remove central locking; having every door unlock in an escape always ended in a bad way.
She revved the engine a bit before holding the clutch in and pulling her seatbelt on, "We'll get food last seeing as I don't make a habit of keeping an esky in the trunk. Right now I want to find out what's new on the automotive market," Nic tipped the transmission into reverse and pulled off the curb, heading down the road towards town. Las Vegas' daytime was a lot more bleak to its bright night time; the desert air made well of giving it the entire view a brown gradient.
Life could finally be seen amongst the suburbs the closer into town they went. It was nice to witness the lower class once more, Nicola's old stomping ground. Although the streets were still fairly vacant of running vehicles, "Something must have hit the city recently for it to be this quiet," the residents seemed to be happily going about their business as per usual, it just seemed like they were keeping inside more.
"There ya go," Nicola said with a smile, pointing at one car out of a half dozen on the side of the street. It had a 'For Sale' sign taped to the inside of its window, "I'm not sure how you folks deal up a street race back Eastside, but that's how us West coasters do it," the vehicle on sale did not look half bad to begin with, "It isn't really for sale. The phone number is there for those who want to hit up a race with the owner keeping it as descrete as possible. Cops ignore that sort of thing," the little racer had always approved of how the underground community had come up with the method. It was nothing compared to a high class drag race the entire town was aware of, it simply made well with the amateur crowd and those who want a quick match.
Curse pulled onto a boulevard which had a little more traffic, feeling like she was amongst the living again, "I'm guessing you'll wanna take King for a spin somewhere. One of the desert road's'd be a good test for top speed if you want to try that out later."
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Post by KR0R1C on Jan 8, 2012 13:04:19 GMT -5
Lucas didn't really mind that the town was quieter than normal. Any signs of life were better than none. Although he was a bit curious what could have been scaring people off the streets. He continued to ride in silence aboard cloud nine knowing that King would be fully operational before long. He was pulled back when Nic began telling him about the for sale sign trick the west coast racers used. It was a good plan and he had never really thought of using something like that before.
"Well back home we usually do it by runnin' inta' someone at a red light. Or by meetin' up at one 'uf our hang outs an' pickin' a race. From there we'd go set a decent track, or a long straight away depending on the type o' race."
"Im guessing you'll wanna take King for a spin somewhere. One of the desert road's'd be a good test for top speed if you want to try that out later."
"Yea! That'd be great. I just gotta get the body back together and get 'im dialed in just right." He was referring to balancing the ride and the new fat tires he found and putting some finishing touches like fender flares, the wider body kit, and a wing to put some down force against the rear wheels.
Thinking back to the higher times of the tuning world he remembered an area that a lot of Honda people always talked about. "Hey, aint V-Tec Alley around here somewheres? Bunch o' kids back home thought they'd be as bad as some o' the cars churned out by those shops. Them guys are legendary in the Honda and Acura circles." The alley was a strip of shops that specialized in building Honda and Acura cars, and with competition so close the stakes were constantly being raised, in the end the three shops all became good friends and worked to help each other, sharing work, and handing off customers to the shop that was better suited for different aspects of any build.
Lucky knew there would be several other shops around Vegas so he waited patiently for Nic to guide Curse to their destination.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 9, 2012 10:42:51 GMT -5
Nicola laughed when Lucky mentioned the VTec paradise, nodding her head, "Yeah! We're going there first," she said with a strange amount of energy, "I noticed some special imports missing from my garage after checking in which should have been delivered while I was gone," she spoke with a childish grin on her face, "One of the owners owes me a couple'a tuners."
"Some other stops needing done before the evening is the Caddi dealer HQ, Nissan warehouse, some bits and pieces for my SRT8 at Chrystler, and the American," by the American Nic had referred to Shelby Automobiles, "Should be able to wrap all that up, unless something terrible happens," plenty of times before Nic had run into Murphey and his law of: the worst possible scenario can happen, and will happen. Even with the most mundane tasks it manages to creep out of the wood work.
Curse eased through the streets leading further into and through the heart of Vegas eventually rolling in a suburb just outside of the main boulevard. Soldiers in unmarked fatigues roamed the streets carrying their rifles with a sense of prestige, "Don't mind them," the casual girl said when they became more and more prominent, "El-Vee is full of PMCs. It's a mecca for them. They're more harmless than you could ever dream the cops of being. Usually they turn a blind eye unless someone actually tears it up in their area of operation," Nicola shifted to second, slowly spinning the wheel while turning a corner, "The fuzz capitalized on that, using the aggro most of the soldiers on the streets get and jumping out when racers are least aware."
Carrying on down Paradise road took the dark Subaru onto East Sahara Avenue. Carrying on down the street for long enough brought them to a bustling sector of the City of Sin. It had been a fairly mellow drive up to this point. Now the atmosphere of the automotive society could be felt skimming the air, "Here we are," Nicola said even though she knew Lucky had already locked onto that fact.
A street leading off of Sahara was filled with cars and open garage doors. Enough automotive noise was generated to grind anyone's eardrums to dust; just how they liked it. Nicola pulled up into a parallel bay, "Go for a peek if you want. Can't guarantee how long I'll be," she said after shutting off the Impreza and popping open her door. The car gently rocked as weight shifted and she pushed it shut, heading off toward one of the garages.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jan 14, 2012 11:40:12 GMT -5
Lucas hoped out of the car and slow walked over to a row of hydraulic lifts. At each one a car was suspended up in the air with another parked just below it. All of them in this garage proudly displayed their honda logos. Some looked stock aside from an intercooler peeking through the bottom of their front bumpers. While others were clearly build for either the race track, or the show room floor. Each was meticulously clean even their engine bays were devoid of a single particle of dirt or dust, and given the location that was an amazing feat.
Lucas found himself prowling around every model of car until his eyes got fixed on a 1987 Honda CR-X. He crept his way around the car taking in every detail of the two door, hatch back. It was a gloss white on the outside with no dings or dents to speak of. On the inside it had two bride racing buckets, and they were complemented with a matching sparco steering wheel. The dash had a flip up CD/DVD player and its NR/G blue stainless steel shifter gave way that the engine bay contained a 5-speed transmission.
The mechanic was trying to get a peek of the engine bay when a guy walked up to him. "See anything you like pal?" The guy sounded a bit like a salesman of some sort but seemed to have an air of actual experience with cars about him.
"Nah man. Im jus' lookin'. Aint never really been a fan o' Hondas. Too many wannabe tuner kids back home talked s*** and acted bad in their riced out Civics. Nothin' against what you all do here, ya do it right, and these are some nice rides." Replied lucky.
"I understand we get a lot of those kids trying to come here and turn their cars into 9 second drag cars. They got no clue the amount of work, money, blood, sweat, and time goes into some of these cars." He paused for a second and watched Lucas practically salivate over the CR-X. "That one's seemed to have caught your attention huh? Its not got much done to it."
"Thats fine by me. Ive been a fan of these since I was a kid. Somethin' about its lines and design really gets me. You dont see many o' 'em anymore simply cause of their age. But this one is sweeeet."
"It was an old project of ours but it ended up just being cleaned up and left here. It doesnt even have that many miles on it. Newer more popular projects kinda left it in the corner. She has a lot of potential though. You must be here with Nic? I saw her getting out of the car."
"Yea I am. Been stayin' with her at 'er shop. Just left Chicago a while back." Replied lucky, he was now paying attention to the man instead of the car.
"Come on. I'll get ya somethin' to drink in the lounge. And if your staying with Nic you must be a decent motorhead. Maybe I'll let you take a spin in the CR-X later." The guy wrapped it up in the garage and led Lucas off to the mechanics lounge. He tossed him a Mtn Dew.
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 18, 2012 13:55:11 GMT -5
Heading across the road toward another shop opposite, Nicola clenched her fist as she subtly bounced in her walk stuffing her hands in her pocket before the aggressive gesture could be spotted. Even though a little heat might be in the conversation it would be entirely ethical in approach. Supposedly.
Inviting herself came as a natural sensibility considering the owner and his employees had no manners of their own, "Brett!" her voice rang out into the garage, a whirring tool down the back somewhere ceased its application.
Some moments passed before an rebutting, "Wat!?" notified the boss was not going to hide the fact he was home.
Nic silently stepped down a row of cars, a couple sitting on hydraulic lifts while the last two sat on concrete. The last, a polished 1994 Civic, was propped up on a single jack. Still dismissing any law of safety it seemed. Peeking a look around the passenger side revealed legs sticking out from underneath.
The redhead grabbed a hold of the jack's handle, "You know what," Nic said before unscrewing it and letting a little air out, the car dropped down a centimetre.
Curses and expletives echoed from underneath the hatchback as the royal dunce wheeled himself out, "F*cks sake Lady!" Brett barked as he stood up, chewing on his own sore saliva from biting his tongue in the scare, "What?" he hissed with an expressive gesture of being ignorant. Faking ignorance is what Nic would call it, "What do ya want?"
"My cars," the tuner chick said with an air of arrogance while sitting her dirty tail feather against the clean hood of an Integra. When Brett continued to feign bewilderment she proceeded to elaborate, "The one's you owe me? I took a look in my lockup where they were supposed to be delivered," her arms crossed over, "They weren't there," her lips tightened and brow knitted to show pricesly how serious she were of being crossed.
"Listed, Lady, I don't know what cars you're talking about," he seemed to find humor amidst speaking with a snarky snort, "Even if I did owe you some tuners, I wouldn't give'em to you with all your cheating attitude."
Nicola stood up at this, pushing off the Integra and approaching Brett, "Are you accusing me of dirty driving?" she asked him with a sharp tongue.
The garage owner seemed to ponder for a moment before answering, "Not so much dirt as downright chump change cheap shi-" he was cut off when the girl mechanic shoved him in the shoulder.
"Maybe if you weren't such a sore loser you would notice it's your lousy driving that paints your defeat," several heads popped up around the garage all noticing the mark of aggression, "Do I need to show you the pink slips?" the sound of a sliding tire iron and rattling chain could be heard from other mechanics in the shop.
"Seriously, Lady. That was years ago," Brett said with a mafia boss' aura, looking around to each of his employees as if it were a joke, "Those cars are gone elsewhere," he snickered before his face turned straight, "I'm pretty sure you want to drop the question now," the girl could feel the others gradually closing in, "What on earth made you ask after all this time, I don't know why..."
"I just got back in town," Nic said while subtly looking to her sides and taking steps back, "Wonder how my reputation is going," it looked like keeping ethical was not on the cards.
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Post by KR0R1C on Jan 24, 2012 13:39:30 GMT -5
Lucas plopped down on the couch and opened the soda. The television was playing clips from a pre-recorded race. The smell of oil and gasoline in the air and the sense of relaxation in the room was almost enough to cause the tuner to let his guard down. But was still not enough. The guy that led him in wasn't watching the screen. Instead he was looking around nervously and kept glancing at Lucky.
It was then that he noticed the usual turbulent noise of the garage on the other side of the room had ended. It was obvious that his escort was uncomfortable and this piqued Lucas' interest. He got up and started heading toward the door to the other side where Nic had headed earlier.
"So this must be where all the work is done. Mind if I take a peak?" He didn't allow time for the man to answer him. As he laid his hand on the door the guy took him by the shoulder.
"I cant allow you to do that friend. We have some business taking place in there."
It was then that Lucas knew his feeling was right. Nic wasn't going to be welcomed here, and neither would he if it went any further. Without even looking over his shoulder he spoke back to the guy.
"Well ya see. Nic's real forgetful. I just remembered we didn't pay the water bill on the way here and they'll be closing soon. So we need to go take care of that before the shut it off." His lie was plainly a ruse to test his escorts resolve.
"Dont worry she has plenty of bills she can pay here. Im sure she will be busy for a while."
Lucky could feel the man's malice laced grin, and he decided to make his move now. Quickly the Kentucky boy twisted to the left against his restrainer's thumb and landed a quick hook into his spleen. The guy doubled over and no longer had a hold on Lucas. A follow through from the tuner ended the engagement with a knee to the forehead.
Lucas shoved through the swinging door and into a larger garage. The scene was not pretty. Nic had a larger man cornered. However she was being prowled upon my six mechanics much like a pack of wolves would behave. None of them looked to happy to see her, and none of them were about to greet her in a friendly way either. They each carried some sort of tool to use as a weapon. Some beating them againt their open palm waiting for the word to attack. Not one paid any attention to Lucky on the other side of the wide room.
The redneck walked up to the nearest hydraulic jack and ripped off the pressure hose. It caused the jack to lose all pressure and the heavy car suspended mid air fell about 6 feet straight down. It probably busted the expensive coilovers that had been put into the little honda. And the noise got everyone's attention.
"I always said Honda's had s***ty suspension. Look at that they can even survive a drop test." He looked up at the crowd and smiled. "We havin' a party in 'ere 'er wat fellas?" He walked across the floor a bit and kicked a jug of high grade gasoline across the floor toward the crowd. As everyone's eyes followed it he pulled out his pistol and aimed at the explosive can. "What'd'ya say we get 'er started right?"
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Jan 26, 2012 6:25:23 GMT -5
Lucky's entrance had been an unfortunate bluff, no matter how serious he might be on igniting the stuff. The Honda shop was necessary for growth in Vegas. At the same time, Nicola did not want to have Brett cave without teaching him some righteous hammering. The little street fighter used it as a distraction. With everones eyes averted, there were no better time. Clasping her hands together, she elbowed the nearest mechanich causing him to reel forwards in pain. Grabbing onto his head she slammed it into the inner edge of an Acura Legend's grill, kicking the panel stand caused the bonnet to collapse and slam down onto his crown knocking the poor sod out. His wrench was quickly applied to the second closest greaseball, swinging it fiercely and cracking into his right elbow. From the sounds of things his arm had been broken, although from the looks of his recovery it was merely dislocated; clearly something which had happened plenty of times before. Nicola narrowly dodged a counter attack as he flailed a tire iron at her, ducking beneath the rusted tool and sneaking past the mechanic as he lost a little balance from the feral response. With a shunt to the backside she kicked him forwards; his beargut slammed into the concrete floor and he slid along the oil pool falling into the hollow of a raised hydraulic lift. Brett was sweating at this point as his team of automobile experts were taken down peg by peg.
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Post by KR0R1C on Feb 13, 2012 23:15:51 GMT -5
The focus of the group was easily swayed. From Nic, to Lucky, then back to Nic as she whooped up on the gear heads. Lucky couldn't let the little girl do all the work. He holstered his empty pistol; he had forgotten to load it before leaving the shop anyway. Then quickly walked up behind the nearest man who'd already turned to face the chaos behind him.
Lucky used his boot to tap the man in the back of his knee causing his leg to buckle. As the man was off balance he was snatched by the hair of the head. Snapping his head back quickly the tuner quickly applied a thrust against the man's throat and dropped him.
The next nearest opponent turned before getting surprised attacked and swung a chain like a whip in Lucas' direction, who only had enough time to respond by letting the chain wrap around his left arm that he threw up in defense. The grease monkey pulled Lucky in but realized his mistake as the kentuckian used the motion against the man. He launched himself at nearly twice the speed thanks to the chain pull and connected a solid boot to the man's pelvis. As his attacker fell to the ground Lucky pulled the chain loose from an oily grip and turned just in time to catch the next attacker by the neck.
The poor sap had come running full sprint, flailing his arms like a crazy person. His lack of composure made it easy for Lucas to catch him in the chain and spin around behind him. With a pull and a lift Lucky had the small guy up on his back and pulled the chain tight until the guy passed out from lack of oxygen. The mechanic then let the guy go before joining his partner's side.
"You Vegas folk sure know how to make a guy feel welcome," grinned Lucas out one side of his mouth. "Almost as much fun as playing rodeo clown back in the day."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Feb 17, 2012 11:48:07 GMT -5
"You played rodeo clown?" Nicola asked, lowering her defense after hearing Lucky's remark, fists easing and moving to look over her shoulder. A wild crowbar clipped her in the wing causing the young mechanic to yelp. In a one-two fashion the bent metal followed up with a hit to the gut bringing Nic to her knees.
The one weilding the crowbar raised it above his head letting out a war cry. A clenched fist slammed into his nut sack as Nicola countered with an uppercut to the groin. His grip loosened on the crowbar, letting it fall to the floor while stumbling from insurmountable pain.
With a grimace the Lady clutched her stomach, sweat slipped from her nose and hair dripping onto sooty concrete. Nic did not have much time to recover before being grabbed from behind, pulled away from her position. Another greaseball grabbed her by the legs subduing the squirming terror completely. As much as she pumped her feet Nicola could not free herself. Her fingers brushed over items to her left and right. The graple she was caught in had her arms out wide relying entirely on grabbing a hold of something and using it to cause damage.
A spanner fell into her hands. Nicola was not entirely sure how it had happened, she was grateful for it none the less. It was not long enough to maim her captors, however it still proved useful to attain freedom.
The head of the spanner slammed into the cap of a rusted oxy bottle snapping the only means of keeping in super compressed O2 from sending the tank spiriling off and mutilating something. Like Monday physics the bottle was instantly flat on the ground and shot off in one direction; it knocked over the greaseball who had the tuner chick's hands tied before breaking a hole in the nearest brick wall and continuing off down the street.
Nicola smacked her other captor in the wrist with her spanner, breaking it from the sounds of things. Behind her the first captor howled from a damaged ankle. She brought the spanner down on his head to silence him.
Further down the garage Brett fumbled with the keys to his Honda. While flicking over other items on the chain his hands fumbled, dropping them. They clinked through a narrow grill nestling at the bottom of a concrete ditch. Brett fell to his hands and knees in shock, already started on trying to push his hand through and retrieve the item.
The greaseball with his freshly broken wrist went feral, reaching out in a blood rage, red eyed and foaming at the mouth in supreme anger. Nicola grapled with his free hand keeping it from throwing any punches only to be headbutted, a jab hit the dazed girl in the ribs. Stumbling, her back hit the pillar of a hydraulic lift keeping herself somewhat supported. Vision returned soon enough to see the fist flying towards her once more, dipping and letting the greaseball crack his knucles on the metal pillar.
The Lady's hand feld something coarse beneath her fingers, looking to notice the coil of rope by her side. Still logy, the attempted as best as possible to bring the end up and around the man's extended arm, wrapping it around once and pulling both ends tight. The burn it produced was enough to keep him seething; when Nicola stepped behind the greaseball and exploited his near literally unarmed scenario she had him at a whim, "Lucky!"
Nic's garbled voice groaned from dizzyness, "The head!" she struggled to keep the greaseball subdued, "The head, Lucky. Hit him in the head!" she shouted while holding the wild bull.
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Post by KR0R1C on Mar 22, 2012 14:41:49 GMT -5
"Yea it was a long time ago..." He said flatly not only to drop the subject before the funny costumes became involved, but to focus on the incoming battle. Letting Nic take care of herself Lucky wasted no time stepping up to two dirty mechanics who approached him. Neither had a very welcoming look on their face. The bald one popped his knuckles loudly, and the one with the greasy ponytail smiled showing off his gold tooth.
"Fellas! Wha' do ya say we jus' talk this.... OWWWWUT!!" Lucas had to dunk as baldy tossed everything he had behind a heavy haymaker. As the guy's weight shifted Lucky used his lowered position to spear the mechanic in his midsection. Only moving the guy a few feet proved that the opponent was far more stout than anticipated. For his miscalculation the Kentuckian recieved an elbow to his spine. Ponytail then stepped in and kicked Lucas in the side sending him to the ground between a Civic and a Accord.
The badies had a laugh giving the tuner a chance to get to his feet. He coughed once dragging air back into his lungs. When ponytail noticed he approached once again raising his leg for another kick, Lucas slung open the door of the Civic in time to hear the guys ankle give out against the shell. The guy yelped and fell back giving baldy a chance to storm in with another attack.
This time Lucky was watching for it. When the guy swung his haymaker the tuner leaned back just out of the mechanic's reach. Retaliating now Lucas caught the wrist of the punching arm and slammed a fist into the joint at the shoulder. A loud pop proved the joint dislocated. While the guy was still stunned and at the mercy of the hillbilly, Lucas chose not to let up. He delivered a rib shattering boot to chest of his attacker.
Soon as baldy hit the floor ponytail came charging again. The two clashed, grappling at each other. Lucas slipped around behind the greaseball and proceeded to suplex the guy into the concrete floor. He was certain he heard something snap but he left the guy laying still on the ground.
"Lucky! The head!" Called out Nic.
He turned and headed toward his partner as quickly as possible noticing that she had wrangled herself a wild one. The hillbilly pulled out his pistol and held it by the barrel. When the crazed man turned to face Lucas the tuner used the grip as a hammer and brought it down cleanly onto the man's forehead. His eyes crossed and shut as he fell to ground totally limp.
"Nice work chica," stated Lucky as he rubbed his side where he was kicked earlier. He then turned to Brett who was still attempting to fish out his keys. "Looks like we got ourselves a scared lil' pig who's tryin' ta run."
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Post by Lunapocalypse on Mar 24, 2012 10:49:12 GMT -5
Once the mamoth greaseball lost conciousness Nicola felt a world of relief loosen from her restraint, dropping hard to the ground when she did not ease up after Lucky put him down. "Nice work chica,"
Nic gasped, "Yeah," wiping her chin, "Right back atcha," and picking herself up off the sooty floor. She dusted her hands on her jeans before plucking a random tool from its kit and continuing towards President coward right behind Lucas. Resistence was near futile to awkwardly squeel after Lucky made his insulting remark; Nic held the sound effect in, choosing something a little more acceptable, "Tail is so far between his legs I swear it's gone up his ass," she stepped past her brawling compadre to address the poor excuse for a mechanic. Grabbed by the scruff of his shirt she hoisted Brett from his knelt position. Nicola slammed him against the wall, "I'm more than happy to cause injury. You may have noticed..." Nic looked over her shoulder at the unconcious dream team her and Lucas had left. "Woah, hey!" Brett exclaimed holding his hands up in defeat, "I can't spare any cars, man! We're talking about my team here, Nicky-" Brett was pulled away from the wall for a moment, "The name is Lady!" Nicola slammed him back against the concrete. It seemed her reputation had ceased to exist during her time away from the City of Sin; no better time to restore it, "Unless you supply me the five second reflex you own, you can kiss your Alley la vista!" she glanced at the keys chicken-heart had dropped, "Heck. We'll start with yours,"Wedging the tool under the grate she snapped it off, plucking the keys out, "Lucas," idly tossing them to the Kentucky street racer. Returning to the coward at hand, "I want that other ride waiting for me in Harmony Court in 24 hours, or I'll be back, and I won't be as friendly next time," Nicola tossed the tool to a random spot in the garage with reckless disregard, "Lucky, feel free to tear it up in Brett's ride. He won't be missing it anymore."After having to brawl to get what was hers, Nicola felt particularly destructive. She was happy to leave Lucas the freedom of the same immersion. Smashing the Honda driver's pride was something the Lady had no problem with.
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Post by KR0R1C on Mar 26, 2012 12:42:15 GMT -5
Lucky was a bit surprised by the straight forward attitude Nic was displaying to Brett. He'd never seen her like this, but again he considered himself in her better graces for the length of their time together. He did respect her for it, and he kinda liked that she didnt take anyone's s***.
Snatching the recovered keys from midair the driver headed off toward his new ride. An obviously modified, pearl baby-blue, 5th generation Civic hatchback awaited him. Just looking at the car you could tell it was simply a tool of show. It had not a single scar to prove its medal. And it was far to clean to have been aggressively driven even once. The 17 inch gunmetal rims with a polish lip screamed for attention, and the lowered stance practically begged to be scrapped across any speed bump. One thing caught Lucky's eye however, an oddly familiar hood scoop. He quickly recalled it as one that was stock among the Impreza WRX STI.
"Lucky, feel free to tear it up in Brett's ride. He won't be missing it anymore." Called Nic.
The tuner quickly popped the hood and raised it to reveal a pleasant surprise. A grin spread across his face just before he began to laugh.
"That wont be a problem at all! Cause it looks like we'll both be runnin' scooby's for a while."
Stepping aside to allow Nic clear view of the engine bay displayed the heart and soul of the car. It had a perfectly swapped AWD turbo boxer engine, the same model found in Nic's very own Subaru. The bay was wire tucked, polished, painted, and otherwise spotless. Lucas wouldn't allow that much longer. He dropped the hood and hopped into the driver seat. When he started the cross-breed Brett looked as if he would jump out of his skin but he didnt dare move from the wall Nic had seemingly glued him to.
The driver rolled down the windows and waved bye to Brett. He shifted to first and let the pristine automobile roll out of the garage and into the Vegas heat. Scanning the cockpit Lucas made note of all the extra gauges on the pillar and steering column. He also connected his phone to the built in Auxiliary and pressed play on the double DIN touch screen stereo. Korn's Way Too Far began blasting through the rockford fosgate speaker system. The last thing Lucky noticed was a shiny little red switch just below his shifter, his first instinct was to look behind his bucket seats into the gutted rear end. Just as he suspected two large NOS bottles were installed in the aft.
"Nice," Lucky hung his head out the window waiting for Nic to come by. When she did he called out, "Thanks for the ride! I'll follow you to the next stop." He finished with a smile. He could get use to this.
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