Post by spiritlobo on Apr 11, 2009 23:32:26 GMT -5
[Angst ahead. Sorry, it's long!]
Maex paced, keeping a cold eye on the Zoomer at hand. No matter what she did, no matter how much she tested, nothing she did could make the damn thing work. It just spewed the foul smelling smoke that choked the entire garage, and made a horrible grinding sound..
Still, it wouldn't hurt to try right? Se had just cleaned out the exhaust pipe (for the third time) and was confident that it could, at the very least, stop creating such a smoke screen. she turned to Kahn, her little pet, who happened to be curled up on her standing toolbox. He opened one eye, raised a furred eyebrow, and yawned, heading back to sleep.
Translated: "Call me if it works, okay?"
She chuckled. Kahn had always been a sleeper; nothing could wake him.
She turned the key, praying to whatever god would listen to her: Please. Just. Work.
VAROOM[/i]
Suddenly the garage filled with black soot. Maex hacked, inhaling the horrible tasting smoke. She waved a hand in front of her face, and thrust her hand out, turning the zoomer off.
Too late; the other inhabitants of the garage were hacking and coughing.
"Dammit, Maex, what the hell was that?" A large man yelled across the way, waving his enormous hand in front of his face. It was only one of the numerous complaints that echoed throughout the garage.
"Oh, shut up, all of you!" She snarled, flinging open the garage door. Smoke flooded out, it's tendrils reaching out into the busy street.
Other mechanics from different shops were wondering out into the street, looking in her direction, obviously wondering what the hub-bub was all about. They whispered behind their hands at one another, and a few even chuckled when she ran out, placed her hand on her knees, and began to cough black soot from her lungs. Soon, the entire shop was out on the street, wiping their eyes and coughing up soot.
Kahn opened his eyes slowly, looked around, and leapt down from the toolbox, padding out into the street. He sat, and licked a dusty paw, looking up at Maex with a smug look.
"Told you it wouldn't work" his look said.
Maex stuck her tongue out at him.
The other mechanics, deciding that now would be a great time for a lunch break, were crowded around together (a few still coughing). The rookie had run back inside, and brought out a handful of grey pails, that held the mechanics lunches (it was a tradition that held throughout the culture: when the men and women went to work, they took their lunches in pails, so that bugs and mice wouldn't get into them.)
"Nice going, Mae-day." The large man said, pulling a cigarette from his vest pocket. The group snickered, each of them enjoying the warm day. Despite the horrible smog problem in Haven City, there were always those days that were absolutely beautiful, with the sun shining, and the blue sky clear of clouds.
Maex grimaced at the old nickname.
"Oh, quit it, you pansies. Once you ladies decide to pull up your big girl panties and get on with our work, come find me, eh?" She snapped, unusually harsh. Maex turned on her heal,a nd stalked off, her colleges looking after her with confused glances. Rarely didn't she snap at anyone, hell, she rarely ever raised her voice
Kahn followed closely behind, and leapt onto her shoulders.
Without a doubt, it had been a very bad day. When she awoke in the morning,and walked downstairs to the garage she so lovingly cared for (she lived above the garage) she noticed the glass door covered in red paint. She ran out to the front, to discover the words: DIRTY GYPSY plastered out garage front in big bold words.
To say that she had been angry was a gross understatement. She was infuriated beyond belief.
but it wasn't anything new. Maex had owned the garage for years, and there had always been, and always would be, stupid racists that didn't believe that the gypsy elves should be allowed around the stadium, let alone own a garage. She had been threatened many times that she would be wise to pack up and "go back to that little hell hole you gypsies love so much."
That "hell hole" was the main gypsy community in Haven City. Despite the advancements that the gypsies had made during the previous reign, under the rule of Praxis all hell had broken loose. Baron Praxis hadn't even said anything against the community, but, as usual, the citizens needed someone to blame.
Maex kicked a nearby rock. It rolled a ways, breaking into smaller pieces. She owned the damn shop, she was their boss. What right did they have to tease her like that?
Maybe she could pull double overtimes for everybody...She shook her head, tossing the idea into the scrap bin. She may have been their boss, but she wasn't heir slave driver. It had been harmless teasing, something they always did. But, still, it had just been to bad a day to be playful.
Maex leaned against a brick wall. The Garage lane was busy with racers and average joes, all rushing to get their zoomers fixed.
She smiled slightly. When she was a little girl, she learned the ability to tell when a race was beginning, or when it was about to begin: There would always be an influx of people in multi-colored race jackets and fans would line up around the block to get thier autograph.
The Old Man, her garage, had never had many racers through their ministrations. Only lesser known, and newer racers who didn't have that much money.
But thus was the life of a Gypsy garage owner. It was often very taboo to let a gypsy work on your car, and an entire garage full of the heathen? Not gonna happen.
Either way, it was pretty pathetic. She had risked everything during her time in the Underground. She put her freedom, her sanity, her live on the line, just to distroy the monsters that had taken her father and...Bev.
She shrugged, and looked up at nothing in particular.
"I risked my life for these people. I lost everything I had, fighting for these people. And, no matter what I did, nothing's changed. What did I expect?"
Maex paced, keeping a cold eye on the Zoomer at hand. No matter what she did, no matter how much she tested, nothing she did could make the damn thing work. It just spewed the foul smelling smoke that choked the entire garage, and made a horrible grinding sound..
Still, it wouldn't hurt to try right? Se had just cleaned out the exhaust pipe (for the third time) and was confident that it could, at the very least, stop creating such a smoke screen. she turned to Kahn, her little pet, who happened to be curled up on her standing toolbox. He opened one eye, raised a furred eyebrow, and yawned, heading back to sleep.
Translated: "Call me if it works, okay?"
She chuckled. Kahn had always been a sleeper; nothing could wake him.
She turned the key, praying to whatever god would listen to her: Please. Just. Work.
VAROOM[/i]
Suddenly the garage filled with black soot. Maex hacked, inhaling the horrible tasting smoke. She waved a hand in front of her face, and thrust her hand out, turning the zoomer off.
Too late; the other inhabitants of the garage were hacking and coughing.
"Dammit, Maex, what the hell was that?" A large man yelled across the way, waving his enormous hand in front of his face. It was only one of the numerous complaints that echoed throughout the garage.
"Oh, shut up, all of you!" She snarled, flinging open the garage door. Smoke flooded out, it's tendrils reaching out into the busy street.
Other mechanics from different shops were wondering out into the street, looking in her direction, obviously wondering what the hub-bub was all about. They whispered behind their hands at one another, and a few even chuckled when she ran out, placed her hand on her knees, and began to cough black soot from her lungs. Soon, the entire shop was out on the street, wiping their eyes and coughing up soot.
Kahn opened his eyes slowly, looked around, and leapt down from the toolbox, padding out into the street. He sat, and licked a dusty paw, looking up at Maex with a smug look.
"Told you it wouldn't work" his look said.
Maex stuck her tongue out at him.
The other mechanics, deciding that now would be a great time for a lunch break, were crowded around together (a few still coughing). The rookie had run back inside, and brought out a handful of grey pails, that held the mechanics lunches (it was a tradition that held throughout the culture: when the men and women went to work, they took their lunches in pails, so that bugs and mice wouldn't get into them.)
"Nice going, Mae-day." The large man said, pulling a cigarette from his vest pocket. The group snickered, each of them enjoying the warm day. Despite the horrible smog problem in Haven City, there were always those days that were absolutely beautiful, with the sun shining, and the blue sky clear of clouds.
Maex grimaced at the old nickname.
"Oh, quit it, you pansies. Once you ladies decide to pull up your big girl panties and get on with our work, come find me, eh?" She snapped, unusually harsh. Maex turned on her heal,a nd stalked off, her colleges looking after her with confused glances. Rarely didn't she snap at anyone, hell, she rarely ever raised her voice
Kahn followed closely behind, and leapt onto her shoulders.
Without a doubt, it had been a very bad day. When she awoke in the morning,and walked downstairs to the garage she so lovingly cared for (she lived above the garage) she noticed the glass door covered in red paint. She ran out to the front, to discover the words: DIRTY GYPSY plastered out garage front in big bold words.
To say that she had been angry was a gross understatement. She was infuriated beyond belief.
but it wasn't anything new. Maex had owned the garage for years, and there had always been, and always would be, stupid racists that didn't believe that the gypsy elves should be allowed around the stadium, let alone own a garage. She had been threatened many times that she would be wise to pack up and "go back to that little hell hole you gypsies love so much."
That "hell hole" was the main gypsy community in Haven City. Despite the advancements that the gypsies had made during the previous reign, under the rule of Praxis all hell had broken loose. Baron Praxis hadn't even said anything against the community, but, as usual, the citizens needed someone to blame.
Maex kicked a nearby rock. It rolled a ways, breaking into smaller pieces. She owned the damn shop, she was their boss. What right did they have to tease her like that?
Maybe she could pull double overtimes for everybody...She shook her head, tossing the idea into the scrap bin. She may have been their boss, but she wasn't heir slave driver. It had been harmless teasing, something they always did. But, still, it had just been to bad a day to be playful.
Maex leaned against a brick wall. The Garage lane was busy with racers and average joes, all rushing to get their zoomers fixed.
She smiled slightly. When she was a little girl, she learned the ability to tell when a race was beginning, or when it was about to begin: There would always be an influx of people in multi-colored race jackets and fans would line up around the block to get thier autograph.
The Old Man, her garage, had never had many racers through their ministrations. Only lesser known, and newer racers who didn't have that much money.
But thus was the life of a Gypsy garage owner. It was often very taboo to let a gypsy work on your car, and an entire garage full of the heathen? Not gonna happen.
Either way, it was pretty pathetic. She had risked everything during her time in the Underground. She put her freedom, her sanity, her live on the line, just to distroy the monsters that had taken her father and...Bev.
She shrugged, and looked up at nothing in particular.
"I risked my life for these people. I lost everything I had, fighting for these people. And, no matter what I did, nothing's changed. What did I expect?"