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Post by Sebastian on Aug 5, 2011 18:54:31 GMT -8
{OOC: No money required. For threads.}
Victor's shop is a three car width (plus room for rolling tables and mechanics) pull through garage with a small driveway out the backside that lets out into an alley on the left of his plot. A spiral staircase in the back left of the garage ends in a padlocked trap door through which you can access the living quarters above. To the right of the garages is a combination office and receptionist desk. A door in the back of the small square office leads to a work area for smaller items such as television sets, motorized scooters, or even weapons. This is a long room that stretches down the length of Victor's plot, giving the building an overall L shape. Just beyond the driveway is a small junkyard with mismatched parts pulled out of the cars and scrap materials for various projects that may need to be done. Whenever it rains they just put a few tarps over the whole thing so some of the parts at the bottom of the pile are rusted but the rest are just fine. There is a wooden staircase leading from the back to the top story that lets in at the same place as the trap door.
Victor himself is a large man with a weight problem. He can be described as jolly and will crack a joke with anyone who will listen. Whenever he is paid to do a job victor will give the person paying him a beer regardless of age or size of the job. This has landed him into hot water with a few parents of the neighborhood but he means well and is otherwise agreeable. Sebastian is Victor's only employee. They both live upstairs.
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 21, 2011 21:23:47 GMT -8
*Ding Ding*
A well dressed man with a rather defined image would lean over the counter of the receptionist desk, resting his hand over a small bell to signal those whom were working there. He'd been having a bit of car troubles and of all his many great worldly advances Gabriel knew next to nothing about cars and their mysterious wonders. Aside from of course those that vroomed.
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Post by Sebastian on Aug 21, 2011 22:11:00 GMT -8
Victor was currently fast asleep on a worktable in back. He had pushed all the intricate parts and vodka bottles haphazardly off the table to sleep last night, mostly out of fear of being unable to traverse the staircase in his drunken state. A small noise stirred him and he grumbled nonsensical words. His head throbbed from the uneven lighting of the fluorescent bulbs. *ding dong* 'a ringing' he thought'that must mean something, however I would hate to make this my problem' He was still very tired. 'I think that bell belongs to me, it probably signifies something stupid.... But what? Maybe new parts? no, I remember it means costumers.... Well what the hell makes them so special? what do they ever do for me? They must do something or I wouldn't have put a bell in.' Then after a very long pause the thought finally occurred to him. This was a thought that was too big for his head. He would have to state it aloud,"MONEY" This thought jarred him awake and he sprang to his new lovely friendly all around fabulous new costumer. In his haste Victor stepped on some very unfriendly metallic shapes and a bottle of vodka. He winced in pain and cursed the gods of old, but this only slightly dented his feelings toward this new benevolent soul as he knew he could just bandage it later. He limped out front and with as large a smile as he could muster he bellowed "How may I help you, friend?"
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Aug 26, 2011 22:32:48 GMT -8
'Friend,' Such was a word he'd not been harbored by in some time perhaps due to his deviant steps getting to where he was now, the careless lack of amiable behavior towards those around him when they interceded in his ploys, or even just his general status as a self proclaimed God. All were viable suggestions, though I digress. Gabriel stood before the man feeling as though he'd walked into a stereotype, to him the man standing before him was little more than a slob, the often jovial, even kind behavior struck him as some small town archetype for town Santa.
"Hello, I've come upon some 'Engine problems' I take it you're the man to come to?"
Gabriel explained with a heir of humble presence, his right hand positioned at the edge of the desk his elbow leaning at the edge as his right hefted a suitcase very close to him.
"Come take a look?"
He'd nudge his head towards the space in which he'd parked, A silver A4 Audi sitting in the nearest place.
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Post by Sebastian on Aug 27, 2011 9:55:28 GMT -8
He took a clipboard with a sheet of paper of all the people he had serviced thus far.
"Yes, yes I can fix about anything in a car."
Victor threw the comment out nonchalantly as he had his mind on other things. Victor was waking up and he began to feel embarrassed for his appearance. He led this man into his garage through the side door. In the short distance He asked.
"What is your name friend?"
As the man answered victor noticed the A4 Audi Sedan just sitting in his garage. His mouth would've crept open if he had been alone. The customer had answered Gabriel. And Victor wrote it down on his clipboard.
"Gabriel is a strong name, but I have to ask. What exactly were you doing with this car? They are the best built cars in the market and I have never encountered a person having engine troubles with one. I understand if it is a secret, this town seems to love those but I am genuinely curious."
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Post by Gabriel Seran on Sept 1, 2011 20:22:58 GMT -8
"Gabriel Seran."
It was odd he figured, that someone here didn't know him. There was hardly a face around these parts that didn't know of his 'brutal' exploits in the past not to mention the present. Much the same there were perhaps even fewer who didn't know of Seran Corp, one of the leading weapons technology corporations of the world. Then again not many took stock in those sorts of things particularly in his business, but such was to stereotype.
"I can't say for the damages, assuming there are any it may be simply a Human error."
Gabriel mused, a small laughter in the depths of his throat before composing himself with a smile. "Though that's for you to determine."
From here he'd otherwise sit back and watch with a nonchalance interest, more interested in what his new 'friend' put in rather than took out.
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