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Post by Monica Summers on Oct 13, 2009 20:19:07 GMT -5
Monica walked into the auto shop garage in a black tee, these pants, and black converse. She was excited that they were already working with actual cars. Once the teacher told the class what they needed to do, she quickly got to work. She smirked hearing the groans and sighs that emerged from her fellow classmates. To her, the assignment was easy, she'd done it a thousand times. Plus, the teacher was allowing them to help each other. She popped the hood of the car and looked over the engine. Finding what she needed within a few seconds, she checked the oil of the car. Done she said to her self as she stepped back after leaning over the engine. She looked herself over to check for grease stains. "Great." she mumbled sarcastically, sighing. She didn't really mind getting dirty except that it was still middle of the day and now she had a grease stain on her pants.
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Post by Adrien Cold on Oct 13, 2009 23:04:43 GMT -5
Adrien cusses lowly at the mediocre form of this teacher. Why the hell of all places was he being forced to do such trivial work. Yeah, yeah, he was a guy and he was supposed to love fixing stuff, and he does, only it pretains to computers or video games. Shaking his head, he looks over his incompetent classmate to the right. He was sporting the stupid jumpsuit that screamed the works of a mechanic, his hair was a terrible mess of grease and his hands we're the dirtiest of sorts. What was his name? Larry something, Robert something? He sighs, why can he never remember a name.
As he glances down, he looks over himself. Dark washed jeans, skinny, but not that skinny. Converse hiTops with a dark blue shirt that made his eyes pop. His hair was a messy sort but thank goodness it wasn't anywhere near as bad as the people here. He looked good and he knew it.
Smirking, he looks at the task at hand. Looking around, he notices that most of his classmates where checking under the hood of their assigned cars. Shrugging, he does the same. "What to do, what to do." he mumbles as he looks at the mess. The teacher said something about checking the engine for something or another, and he can't quiet recall what the hell the teacher had said.
He shakes his head, his dad had tried to teach him more than once about this. As he looks over the parts of the engine, he sees a lid not propped up properly. Thinking that this must be the assignment, he opens it only to be squirted with oil to his face. He was dripping with oil as he stepped back, he could hear the laughter of his peers and he couldn't help but glare. "**ck!" he says. |
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Post by Monica Summers on Oct 14, 2009 0:22:40 GMT -5
Hearing people laughing, she looks over at the cause. A boy a couple years older than her squirted with oil. That's so juvenile she thinks, rolling her eyes. She can't believe the others are laughing simply because someone was squirted with oil. She knew most, if not all of them were getting a C or lower in the class. Procrastinating surely wouldn't help their crappy grades.
The teacher tried to quiet her peers, but of course, they didn't listen. "Oh, why don't you all just grow up." Monica said, annoyance clearly shown in her voice. With that, her peers quieted down and a pleased smirk appeared on her face. It was funny how they listened to her instead of the teacher. She walked over to aid Adrien, figuring she had nothing else to do and he looked like he was at a complete loss. "Need some help?" she asked when she reached his side.
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Post by Adrien Cold on Oct 14, 2009 0:49:41 GMT -5
Adrien's annoyance is getting the best of him. He remained cool, only because he knows that this is not going to convince his dad that he can keep his motorcycle. Ignoring the laughter, he searches for anything that can wipe the gunk off his face. He couldn't see as well as he had hoped and no one seemed to be offering any assistance. He reaches the benches, feeling the towel that he had kept in handy.
As he examined the damage on his attire, he hears the aid that he had been looking for. He turns, only to find a blonde standing in front of him. He smiles.
"Ah, It's just a stain," he shrugs, "It's just those little mistakes in life, you know those that ones own fault. I mean, I know that I should know more about the subject seeing as i need to learn it to maintain my own bike." Cocking an eyebrow, "A subject I do know and like are bananas. Banana's are good you know, it's sweet and it's good for potassium."
Laughing at himself, "So what are we talking about again?" He was grinning, extending his hand, "Oh that's right, Adrien Cold by the way." |
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Post by Monica Summers on Oct 14, 2009 1:00:44 GMT -5
"I know what you mean." Monica commented, she herself had already marked up her jeans. When he said he had a bike, her blue eyes shined. She loved speed and motorcycles were one of the best ways to get it. She chuckled at the banana comment. When Adrien extended his hand, she returned the gesture and shook it. "I'm Monica Summers, nice to meet you." she said with a friendly smile on her face.
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Post by Adrien Cold on Oct 14, 2009 17:12:19 GMT -5
Adrien put on his biggest grin. "Nice to meet you Monica Summers." he states, so balantly. "Monica, Monica, Monica." he was miming the name a few times, looking down at his torso. As he turns to meet her eyes, he says with a gracious smile. "Well, now, that's a name that I'm going to remember." His smile was of the humorous sort. It was wide, carefree, and daring.
"So, Monica Summers, are you of the mechanic sorts?" he asks as he throws the towel aside. "I ask only because, I am in terrible need of a tutor. Now, if you say 'no' the thought of me passing this class would be a complete imposibilty. But of course, with your help I may as well hop along the yellow brick road." He pauses, thinking of why he had just said that. Instead of retracting, he claps, "Skip along the yellow brick road! Now there's a statement!" |
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Post by Monica Summers on Oct 14, 2009 18:19:55 GMT -5
Monica gave a sweet smirk at that comment. She chuckled at the yellow brick road comment. When he asked her if she was a mechanic, she replied, "That I am, and I wouldn't mind helping you."
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Post by Adrien Cold on Oct 14, 2009 21:12:10 GMT -5
Adrien couldn't help but smile with her answer. With an arched brow, he gestures to his assigned car. "Lead the way then, Monica Summers." He doesn't follow, being preoccupied with trying to salvage some of his shirt, but he gives up, promptly throwing the shirt aside and leaving his plain black undershirt on. He laughs, this attire eerily looked familiar. The laugh turned grim, as he realized it may have come from one of those cheesy musicals.
With those thoughts, he walks over to Monica, quietly humming a lingering song. He leaned against the car, not knowing what else to do. The song stuck and he couldn't help but sing a few lines, 'right here, right now, and looking at you and my heart loves the view, cause you mean everything' . Those were the lines that stuck, and for a moment he forgot about Monica. It was cheesy, that was evident but there was something else there.
The clunk and tinkering noise of the room soon returned to him. "Oh yeah, that's right, class," he turns back to face the car.
"Sorry Monica Summers, an unkown song occupied my train of thought, was there something that you said?" Adrien asks, his cheery grin, returning to him. |
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Post by Monica Summers on Oct 14, 2009 21:34:43 GMT -5
Monica walked over to Adrien's assigned car and waited for him. When she heard the lines of a song sung, it hit a vague memory. Where had she heard it from? Not being able to remember she shrugged and gave up trying to figure out. "Is that so?" she replied. "No, but you better listen up now." she said, giving a little smile.
With that, she went into her "mechanic" mode. "See that there?" she asked pointing to what Adrien had touched that squirted him. "That is where the oil is. What Mr. Johnson wants us to do is check the oil. So pull this out." she continued, gesturing to the little handle in the area she had originally pointed at.
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Post by Adrien Cold on Oct 14, 2009 21:54:01 GMT -5
Adrien smirked, she fights back, that's good. He steadied himself, inching closer to her. He was staring at her, looking her over. She was confindent in this line of work, he had to notice. It's true, she knew what she was doing and she was proud of it, from the way that she ordered him to do the assignment. Her blue eyes seemed to scream something different though. A pass of judgement maybe, even to his expense. That he couldn't well be sure, for his task was then given.
Following her point of view, he sees the little thing that had squirted him. "Oh so I was doing the right thing." he shrugs, why had ever doubted himself? Leaning towards the handle, he couldn't help but use Monica's lower back to steady himself. He didn't touch her too roughly, just enough to support his leaning weight. Then he pulls the handle gently. "That it teach?" he asks as he pulls himself upright again, looking at her straight in the eyes. |
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Post by Monica Summers on Oct 14, 2009 22:35:06 GMT -5
As Monica instructed Adrien, she could feel eyes on her. She didn't mind it too much, she was used to it. Plus, he didn't strike her as the perverted type.
"Yeah you were, the only mistake was the way you angled it. That was what caused it to squirt out." she commented. She watched as he did what she instructed. When she felt his hand rest on her lower back, she cocked one of her perfectly arched eyebrows. "You losing your balance Adrien?" she asked, a small smirk on her lips.
She looked up when he stood straight again, and unexpectedly, her blue eyes met with his. Unconsciously, a small smile appeared on her face. Not wanting to get stuck in his eyes, she smoothly slid out of his gaze and looked back under the hood. "Yup, that's right. Now check it, and slide it back in." she responded.
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Post by Adrien Cold on Oct 14, 2009 23:44:55 GMT -5
A michievious glint appeared in Adrien's eyes as Monica's words poured out. He grinned slyly, as she locked with his eyes, he smiled honestly. Then she turns, and his expression turned dim, just for a second. He was back, and looking inside the engine. "Yeah, um, right, what exactly am I looking for?" he asked without turning back.
He shakes his head. "Told you I was dumb with this stuff. I almost feel like I'm as clueless as those bunch when it comes to real subjects." he says as he looked at the fluid inside. "Mind you, this gunk is so disgusting, I can't help but want to just run home and take a bath." |
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Post by Monica Summers on Oct 15, 2009 0:40:23 GMT -5
"Well, by examining were the oil is on it, we know how much oil is in the engine." Monica explained. "After figuring that out, wipe off the oil with this rag," she said, picking up a dirtied old-looking rag, "and place it back in the hole."
"Trust me, they aren't that great in this class either and you aren't doing that bad. Don't be so hard on yourself." she said, flashing a reassuring smile Adrien's direction.
"As gross as it is, you never know when you'll have to mess with it and how much you'll have to deal with," she commented, "This is nothing compared to some of the other stains on other clothes I have." She gestured to the streaks of black grease across her pants on both legs. "Luckily, my dad taught me a way that almost always gets the stain out." she added.
((on the thing he pulled out, there's a wire type thing attached to the handle))
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Post by Adrien Cold on Oct 15, 2009 20:11:45 GMT -5
Adrien examined the fluid inside the engine. "Well that looks quite alright," he mumbles as he takes the rag from Monica and wipes the lid clean. Placing it back on its perch he couldnt help but say, "Wow that's disgusting."
He stands up right now, looking at her. He notices the streaks on her jeans and couldn't help looking at more. Scratching the side of his head, he looks down. "Well, I think you make the look work," he says with a grin. Looking back up he mentions, "You look brilliant actually." He shakes his head, not giving her a moment to talk.
"Right. Well, there are a lot of those erase things out in the market." Pausing, he leans on the hood of the car, "Now, I have to know does that formula that your dad uses actually work? Cause, I have to say that you'd be an awful lot of help for some of these people." He was looking through the room, somewhat emphasizing his statements. "Don't you agree?" he asks suddenly as he turns his head back to her. |
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Post by Monica Summers on Oct 15, 2009 21:02:33 GMT -5
"mm-hm" Monica muttered as Adrien followed her directions. She was glad to see he listened well and didn't screw up; most kids in this class would do the opposite.
She smiled sweetly and felt her cheeks warm slightly at Adrien's words. "Thanks." she uttered softly.
"Yes there are," she replied, "but they never work quite as well as they seem in the commercials." She looked at him as she listened, giving him her full attention wether he noticed or not. He really was quite the babbler. "It does," she responded, "but I don't think it would help them much. They've probably never done laundry before or just started learning." She was very sure what she said was correct, especially since she'd helped with the laundry from a young age, happily helping her dad out.
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