Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:07:15 AM)
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Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 2:16:46 AM)
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Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:17:06 AM)
*Jeff just hang up the phone...*

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 2:19:34 AM)
Having gotten the message from the mechanic about an hour ago, Isabella steps out of the taxi that just pulls into the parking lot and leans over to pay the driver. Clad in a pair of low-rise jeans and a lace tanktop in pale blue, with her feet covered in a pair of black ballet slippers, she walks over to the office, hands slipped into her back pockets. Her hair is still braided up, though the rope is doubled back on itself.

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:21:24 AM)
Hey Isabella. That was fast. Missed your car?

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 2:23:20 AM)
She smiles and shakes her head. "No, I was already out when I got your call and figured that it would be good to come pick it up." She pauses a couple of paces away from him and smiles into his face. "But I must say, you sure were able to fix her quickly."

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:25:47 AM)
*He smiles, obviously happy with his work and proud of it* Well, there wasn't much wrong with her to begin with. Here, come take a look. *He walks over to the car and points it's current pristine shape to you*

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 2:26:47 AM)
Slowly, she approaches the car and does a slow blink before sliding her gaze to Jeff. "Did you give her a /bath/?"

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:27:52 AM)
Can't do body work without washing it first, it'd ruin it. I didn't wash her myself though, and added the cost to your tab.

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:28:06 AM)
*The service tab wasn't too cheap, but it was less than you expected, for sure*

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:28:12 AM)
*Especially with the quick service*

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 2:31:41 AM)
She grins at him. "Well, there goes my fantasy of you in a pair of bathing trunks, all soapy..." Slowly, she starts to walk around the car, lightly trailing her hand over the trunk and up to the roof before running her fingertips over the hood, her eyes on the slip of paper in her other hand as she reads over it.

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:32:05 AM)
*He chuckles* Is that how -you- watch it?

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:32:11 AM)
((wash it, I mean))

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 2:32:34 AM)
Glancing over her shoulder, she smirks at him. "Ask Mateo." Then goes back to reading the paper.

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:33:32 AM)
You told me he liked watching it, it doesn't sound like he's gay after all.

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 2:34:35 AM)
She laughs softly, wandering around the front of the car. Her eyes drop to the license plate and she looks up at him with a faintly embarrassed smile on her lips before continuing around to the other side. "He could just be watching to make sure I do not miss a spot..."

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:35:54 AM)
*License plate got unbent and all, as well, best that could be done without removing it*

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:36:01 AM)
Right.

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 2:37:30 AM)
Sliding her hand back into her hip pocket, she pulls out a thin wallet and tugs a credit card from it as she walks back around to where he is standing. "Where do I go to pay this?"

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:38:03 AM)
Just give it to me, I'll handle it and bring you the slip to sign.

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 2:38:38 AM)
Stepping over, she holds the paper and the card out to him with a smile.

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:38:57 AM)
((what paper?))

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 2:39:27 AM)
((the paper with the charges on it))

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:39:51 AM)
((Ah!))

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:40:03 AM)
*He takes them and goes to the office to bill it*

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:43:35 AM)
*And quickly comes back with the slip for her to sign*

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 2:44:23 AM)
Taking the paper and pen from him, she turns to rest it on the car to sign the slip, then hands it back to him. "So, what are you doing for the rest of the night?"

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:50:11 AM)
Didn't have any plans... (But the player should already be sleeping... as soon as I feel an inkling of sleepyness I'm going for it, since I have a loooong drive this morning.)

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 2:50:34 AM)
((then we shall call it and pick it up tomorrow... and you go get some sleep :) ))

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:52:48 AM)
((Nah, we can go on playing, that's all right.))

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:52:53 AM)
((Unless you'd rather stop)0

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 2:53:23 AM)
((*rebuns her hair back up and grins* i'm good... game on ;) ))

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:55:42 AM)
((*Waits for your answer then* :-) ))

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 2:56:30 AM)
She slips the card back into her pocket, then turns to eye the car for a moment. "Want to go out for a drive? I have been wanting to get out of the city for a few days now..."

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:56:55 AM)
Hmmm, sure.

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:57:01 AM)
Want me to drive for you?

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 2:57:29 AM)
She laughs softly and holds the keys out to him. "Given my driving record, we are probably safer if you do."

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:58:54 AM)
*Chuckles* We don't want any scratches right after it got all fixed up, right?

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 2:59:03 AM)
*He catches the keys and gets behind the wheel*

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 3:01:54 AM)
Grinning, she opens the other side of the car and slips into the seat, taking a moment to adjust the seat and seatbelt before putting it on and clipping it. "Have you ever heard of the quarter game?"

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:02:08 AM)
Nope? What's that?

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:04:55 AM)
*He drives out of the shop, gets out to lock it up, gets back in and asks* Oh, and where to?

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 3:05:35 AM)
She pulls out a 50 paso coin and smiles. "You go to the last intersection where you know how to get back... and flip a coin. Head's you turn left, tails you turn right. And you keep doing that until you either run out of gas or until you need to stop for sleep... or until you get so thoroughly lost, you need to ask for directions to find civilization again. Then, you go home. My mother and I used to do that after my father..." She blinks, her smile wilting like a frost-kissed rose. "After my father died..." Shaking her head, she walks the coin across her knuckles. "You are behind the wheel, so you pick."

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:06:47 AM)
Ah, gotcha. Well, I know this hood pretty well, so let's get out of it first to make it fun. *He takes the quickest route away from the area he knows best and keeps driving. When he nears an intersection, he says* Cool, we can start now.

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 3:07:51 AM)
"If you would like, I can flip first. Or you can." She grins and balances the coin against her thumbnail, the tip of which is tucked under the top joint of her index finger.

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:08:12 AM)
I do the driving, you do the flipping, deal?

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 3:08:59 AM)
She grins cheekily, a thought flashing across her face before she nods. "Deal." And flips the first. "Tails."

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:12:33 AM)
*He turns right, oblivious to thar cheeky grin's possible meanings* ((Damn malefactor weakness. lol))

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:13:23 AM)
((that))

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 3:15:21 AM)
((tails is left! *lol* oh well, we'll go with it)) Rolling the window down, she balances the peso on her thigh while the other hand reaches up and starts to unbind her hair. Flipping the rope over her shoulder, she slowly unwinds the strands before flipping it back behind her shoulders, reaching up to open the sunroof. Sliding a glance at him, she turns in her seat and lets her hair whip wildly out the window. "So... why cars? At the plantation house, you said that you understand earth..."

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:16:00 AM)
I do. I understand mechanisms even better though.

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:16:28 AM)
((*Looks up* Nope, you said "tails you turn right"!))

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 3:17:36 AM)
Reaching up to pull a stray lock out of her mouth and tuck it behind her ear, she smiles. "Why not be an artist, then? Someone who creates things out of the earth?" ((damn dyslexia *lol*))

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:18:16 AM)
Beats me. Jeff was working with cars and he's the one I found.

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:18:56 AM)
*He slows down at the next intersection and waits for your call*

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 3:19:14 AM)
"That makes sense." Looking around, she flips the coin again, grinning. "Tails again."

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:19:51 AM)
*he turns right again and chuckles* Let's hope we don't just drive around the same block all night.

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 3:22:26 AM)
"That is the great thing about this. You can make it up as you go, and if we stand the risk of driving around the same block, then I say it automatically turns the other way." She smiles at him, then sobers faintly. "If it is not too personal, how did he die?"

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:24:07 AM)
Gotcha. And he was in a comma after some of his former buddies paid him a visit. He'd been keeping away from the gangs after leaving jail and finding a job, they figured he thought he was to good to hang out with them and decided some punishment was in order.

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 3:25:13 AM)
She blinks at him for a moment, then turns to look out the windshield. "That sounds... horrible."

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:25:36 AM)
Wasn't fun.

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:25:41 AM)
What about you?

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:25:46 AM)
*next intersection*

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 3:26:16 AM)
She laughs mirthlessly, shaking her head and flipping the coin reflexively. "Heads.... and Mateo killed me."

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:27:55 AM)
*He goes right* Huh?

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 3:30:55 AM)
"He killed me." She keeps her eyes focused out the windshield as she talks. "He and Isabella used to work for the same cartel... he was their silent killer, she was their... interrorgator. She wanted out, and they sent him after her. After he killed her mother, he posed as a delivery man and handed her the package with her mother's severed head inside... then killed her with her own dagger though the heart."

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:31:24 AM)
And he's working for you now? And alive?

Dr. Nathaniel Crawford (Jul 6, 2011 3:31:47 AM)
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Dr. Nathaniel Crawford (Jul 6, 2011 3:32:00 AM)
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Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 3:33:13 AM)
((room hop to Driving?))

Dante Blackston (Jul 6, 2011 3:34:23 AM)
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Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:34:43 AM)
((Sure. Hey Dante. We were out driving, but forgot to change the room!))

Isabella Perez (Jul 6, 2011 3:35:04 AM)
(This user has moved to Driving *DtF*) (IP = 71.48.249.247)

Dante Blackston (Jul 6, 2011 3:35:06 AM)
(that's fine keep driving

Dante Blackston (Jul 6, 2011 3:35:41 AM)
*Dante walks up to the Auto Repair shop, and sees that all the lights are out*

Jeff Pines (Jul 6, 2011 3:36:32 AM)
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Dante Blackston (Jul 6, 2011 3:36:38 AM)
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