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Post by Erik Jones on May 13, 2012 6:14:40 GMT -5
DATE Friday 12 of April 2012
TIME 07:00 pm
WEATHER Sunny and cloudless
It was a sunny afternoon and a car pulled in by the side of the road next to a house, The car was making some strange rattling noises from the exhaust, and it sounded like something was wrong with it. Erik got out of his gray Aston Martin and looked at the house in front of him, when he discovered that his car made the strange noises he had asked around the studio if anyone knew a good mechanic. He had been told that this place was the workshop of the best mechanic in the city. Now that he looked at it, he wasn’t quite sure that it was really the workshop he had been told it was. Maybe the guy in the studio had played a joke on him when he had told him that this was the best workshop in the city. But since he was already here Erik decided that he might as well have a look. So he approached the door of the garage that was open. Getting closer he saw that there were a lot of tools inside, and also a lot of space, much more than most people would need in their private garage. He peeked in through the open door, but couldn’t see anyone in there. Maybe they had gone home, it was after all at a time were most people left work and went home. “halloo anyone here” he said to see if he could draw the attention of anyone. “I was looking for a mechanic, I have some problems with my car”.
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Post by John-James Tierson Jr. on May 13, 2012 14:28:48 GMT -5
John-James poked his head out from the other end of the garage with a halfsmoked cigarette in his lips Hey dawg, you've come to the right place. He walked through the garage that reeked of gasoline. He wasn't a man to care much, the things got fixed, and nothing had been burnt to the ground. He walked up the Erik Hey man, you that movie-star right? He reached out for his hand to shake John-James Tierson jr. But you can call me Diesel, dawg He looks around and then turns his eyes to the car Bring her in here man, and I'll have a look He said and walked out and opened the big garage door, and his bike was visible in the corner, so there was room for his car. He walked with Erik up towards the car. So man, tell me something steps up and looks at the car A fancy car like this one. What could possibly be wrong? except of course Steps to the side of the hood and gently bumps the side and it pops open easily and he rests his hand on the side of the frame and gently taps a small switch and the engine fires up, and then pulls out a plug and the doors click twice and is unlocked permanently factory flaws He put the plug back in and the doors locked up.
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Post by Erik Jones on May 15, 2012 6:36:44 GMT -5
Erik had just decided to leave when he heard the repose from inside the garage. When he saw the guy talking he was very surprised. The guy was practically a giant, he was sure huge enough for one. He looked like the guy who would be able to pick Erik up and throw him several meters into the air. Dawg? He was not sure he knew what was meant by that, but he assumed that was referring to him. Well at least it confirmed him that he was in the right place. He wondered why there hadn’t been a sign out front, it seemed that it would be better for attracting customers. He shoke the giants hand with a smile when it was reached out towards him. “Yes I am Erik Jones, and I am an actor, but I don’t know about the star part. Pleased to meet you Diesel” He followed the giants eyes as he tuned to the car. “sure one sek” He walked towards the car, and was just about to drive it inside when Diesel started talking again. “Well it is the” he was going to say what was the problem when Diesel started doing things to his car. When the factory flaws, as he called them was exposed Erik was standing with a dropped jaw. He had never thought that there were so many flaws on his beloved car. “Well, actually I was just going to show you this” he moved to the back of the car and pointed on a large dent “some idiot backed into it on a parking lot, and beside the dent there seem to be a problem with the exhaust pipe, it seems to rattle around. I will just bring it in for you.” he got into the car and drove it into the garage, then he got out of the car again and left it unlocked. “So you think you can fix it?”
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Post by John-James Tierson Jr. on May 15, 2012 18:08:58 GMT -5
Diesel walked inside the garage and took a deeper look on the dent in the back of the car This little thing? should take me less than 10 minutes. He grinned widely How about a wager man? you time me, and if I can do it, you pay up and give me an autograph, If not, I'll take care of that, fix the factory flaws, and throw in a new ECU chip, better fuel economy and about 55 hp extra. For free He grinned and fired up another smoke smoke dawg? He said before walking over to a hard rubber cabinet and opened it pulling out an odd looking hammer. It was huge, and not fit to buff out the dents and pipe. He then went over grabbing a spray can that matched the colour of his car, and a pipe, that matched to inside size of the exhaust pipe. He put on a thin latex glove on one hand, as the other tightened it's grasp on the weird looking hammer. Whats it gonna be dawg? The smoke almost finished. He put it out right next to a puddle of gas and stuck another between his lips and fired it up
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Post by Erik Jones on May 25, 2012 6:02:30 GMT -5
Erik waited as the huge guy examined his car. He was afraid that it would take a long time for the problems with it to be fixed. Therefor he was very surprised when the guy said that it would only take less than ten minutes. He figured the guy was just bragging, but then he offered a wager that he could fix it in the 10 minutes. “Well I do love a wager. I think I will except, if you can fix the car in under ten minutes I will give you an autograph, I will even throw in an invitation for a party I am planning to throw, as well as double payment. That sounds like more fair odds given what you offer should you fail, and no thanks I don’t smoke” Erik was sure that the guy was just bragging, but at least it made things interesting. He watched him as Diesel walked to get something from a cabinet. But when he saw the large hammer he was a bit confused. Now Erik didn’t know all that much about cars, at least not about fixing them, but obviously that hammer was unsuited for the kind of work it would take to fix the dent on the car. However he did not say anything he just looked and waited to see what would happen. A nervous twitch ran over Erik’s face when he saw the smoke being put out in a puddle of what appeared to be gasoline, now he knew that the likelihood of the smoke actually igniting the gas was very small, but it still made him feel a bit nervous. From his pocket Erik fished out his phone a top of the line brand new smart phone, and prepared the timer “Okay let’s get this show on the road, I will start the time in three, two, one, go” on go he started the timer and looked up at Diesel to see him work on the car.
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Post by John-James Tierson Jr. on May 28, 2012 11:02:34 GMT -5
Diesel smiled and took his sweet time looking over the fender. He bent over and reached down twisting his hand under the fender smiling softly and putting down the hammer. He took a deep breath and began hitting the backside of the fender till it buffed out. Took him roughly 30 secs to buff it out. He casually walked over grabbing a can of fender-plaster. With one hand he began stirring it up and with the other he dapped the ash from his lit one and stuck it between his lips again and then walked over smearing it on his fender. He roughly polished it with his hands and some sandpaper. Whats that? like 5 minutes? he said and smiled as he sprayed the fender, the fender was now as good as new. He walked over casually and grabbed the pipe and stuck it into his exhaust Here comes the fun part dawg he said and grabbed his hammer and hit the pipe hard and the steel turned red hot. He pulled it out and quickly stuffed in a ceramic rod. Hitting that, buffed out the exhaust pipe. He walked over and grabbed some water splurging it all over the exhaust giving it some blackened look due to the red hot process. He lit a new cigarette and pulled out the ceramic rod and began spraying with chrome spray. The back of the car was as good as new. He bent over and prodded the exhaust pipe and then tightened some bolts underneath, putting it back in place. He then crawled out and wiped his forehead clean from sweat. He smiled softly and took off his rubber glove how'd I do man? he said and leaned back against the table.
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