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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2011 5:05:58 GMT 2
Angel smiled as she looked around her polished garage, it had been well worth the man hours she had put into it, not to mention the less then small fortune it had taken out of her. Sure it had threatened to throw her under and put her into the red but it happened when she decided to grab a cheap old warehouse a little out of the heart of Miami and turn it into a garage and loft space.
Shifting excitedly she spun around in a small circle her arms out as she giggled with elation, this was all hers, she was the boss now and there was no co-owner. She was the sole owner of her own garage finally, Diablo de Sangre Customs.
Stopping her excited movements she clapped her hands and rubbed them together, it was time to make some money. Angel shifted slightly and booted the computer as she quickly changed the address on her website before activating it again. Through the website she sent out a mass e-mail to all her loyal fans to spread the word that she was open for business and looking to hire some gear heads who wanted to work with one of the best in the business.
Licking her lips she jogged up the stairs to her loft space and glanced around, there was an open kitchen with a small dinning room table, a few couches with a tv sitting on a decent sized table waiting for a game console to be hooked to it, and she could see just down the hallway a couple of bedrooms, including hers, a bathroom and the small office space she had tucked away in a corner away from the major hubbub of the garage below the loft.
Angel walked down the long hallway and opened the door to the master suite seeing most of her major things already in place though covered still so she could finally get around to painting the walls of her room with some of her own masterpieces, an album of all her work sitting on the massive bed in front of her.
"It's good to have somewhere I can call home and work and still be a happy camper. Now all I really need is some good help and some good customers."
She slipped back downstairs and pulled her two cars into the garage, her street car taking it's place on the far lift covered in a tarp while her everyday car sat in the open garage floor for everyone to see.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2011 20:27:37 GMT 2
Mira parked her car infront of Diablo de Sangre Customs and smiled. She had just moved to Miami to get away from Agent Hobbs, her father and was in desprate need for a job. She had heard that this place was hirering so she figured she would see about getting a job there.
Mira walked into the shop. "Hello?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2011 0:26:13 GMT 2
Angel glanced up from the computer as where she was checking some e-mails about custom work.
"Welcome to DDSC, what can I help you with?"
It was strange leaving out the other garage name but she would have to get used to it, after all it wasn't like she was planning on sharing in the wealth of owning a garage all on her own like a real big girl.
The blond mismatched eyed girl in front of her was thin and tiny, but there was a fierceness in her eyes that let Angel know that the girl in front of her could hold her own even if she didn't look like it. The question was, was why she was in the garage.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2011 1:14:43 GMT 2
Mira tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. " Im Mira Hobbs and someone told me you were looking for workers. So I thought I would aply. I can work cars and motorcycles. I can also design and paint custom paint jobs for any vehicle." She smiled nervously.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2011 4:58:22 GMT 2
Angel nodded, "Sweet deal, yeah I am looking for help. It's a hands on kind of application to work on the cars and bikes, and if you have a record of your detail work that'll do for the paint side of the application," She said pulling out one of the normal paper applications out that had the basic pay role information on it, "I got a couple of cars rolling in tomorrow. No bikes yet so that part can be put on hold till I get some in. Why don't you take this home and fill it out, then come on back tomorrow and I can see what you can do?"
It seemed promising but Angel knew better then to take any person that said they knew a thing or two about a car or a bike. She had enough life experience to know that unless she saw them in action they weren't getting hired on merit alone.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2011 6:11:15 GMT 2
Mira took out a sketch book and handed to DIablo. It was full of verous paint jobs for different types of cars. She then takes out a pen and starts to fill out the application. "So how is the race scene here?" She was tring to be friendly.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2011 18:54:45 GMT 2
Diablo took the book and flipped through it casually her critical eyes mapping out every detail, "The race scene is decent around here I've gotten out a couple of times while I was building this place. It's good, your drawings. You actually get a chance to put these on a car? "
She looked at the girl in front of her that was filling out the forms she had given her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2011 21:20:02 GMT 2
"Thanks. I only have ever put one of the more simple ones on my Charger." Mira told her as she filled out the last part of her application. She then handed it to Diablo, "There all filled out and ready." She smiled. "I'm glad to hear the race scene isnt to bad here."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2011 4:13:10 GMT 2
"Alright, well unfortunately if you wanna paint I'm going to have to have you do the training. No offense but I got a reputation to keep around here and in general ever where," Diablo looked at the filled out paper application, "Thanks for this, I will go ahead and hold on to this until tomorrow. So you been in the area a long time?"
She smiled softly as she closed the sketch book and handed it back to the young woman. It wouldn't be a bad idea to have someone else trained to paint a car. That way she could focus on the engines and running the garage.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2011 7:04:11 GMT 2
"No I completely understand. I just moved here from Arizona three days ago." Mira told her as she put the sketch book back into her bag, where she had two more filled with drawings she had done of people and places. "I am not even really settled into my apartment yet but I over heard some people talking about your garage and I had to come check it out for myself."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2011 18:22:03 GMT 2
Angel nodded and smiled, "Yeah I sent out as mass alert that I was looking for help a couple of hours ago. You know the word travels fast here in Miami, at least in the racing world. I finally finished the place yesterday, well at least the business side of the garage, my living space not so much finished yet. But I'm glad you came by and checked it out, as soon as I have a couple more people I have a grand opening and then I can get this show really on the road."
She smiled as she set the paper application on the counter behind her. There was a good chance that Mira, as the application said, was going to be working for her and learning how to help with her customs.
Angel nodded to the girl and held out her hand, "Thanks for coming in. Just come on by sometime after 10 tomorrow and I'll put you through a hands on application, sound good?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2011 18:49:55 GMT 2
Jeremy double checked the address on his phone and nodded to himself before slipping the phone back into the front pocket of his jeans. This was defiantly the place, there was the normal logo she used for advertising, and he could see the blood red angel wings detailed on the car sitting there in the middle of the garage.
Licking his lips he pulled the unlit cigarette from his lips and set it on top of the open pack. He refused to smoke in his Camero, the car would be, in his opinion, ruined if he did. Taking a breath he closed the door behind him and glanced around before he headed inside seeing the owner and a younger blond girl standing there talking to one another.
He grinned as he pushed his sunglasses on to the top of his head, "Hey D, I heard you were looking for some helping hands, figured I could lend you my services."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2011 18:57:36 GMT 2
Diablo smiled at the man that walked in, "Red Camero, good to see you again. So she still running good?"
This was a nice surprise for her, sure he had been working for the Trans at the time she had met him, but then again she had done business with the Trans at some point. But if he was here that meant that he had either walked away or the cops had rained their version of hellfire down on Johnny's business.
"Things fall through at your other job Jer? I mean when I last saw you, you seemed like you had a pretty solid base going on there. But hey if your a free man now, I'm more then happy to have help running this place. I could use your help with all the book keeping if your game, I know your not that much of a gear head," she said embracing the very solid man as he hugged her back with one of his panty dropping grins.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2011 19:45:46 GMT 2
"Yeah the Firebird is riding like a dream. I really appreciate all the help you gave me on her, you know I am not as car savvy as most gear heads, I can hotwire them, I can drive them, and I can do general maintenance and I am completely fine with that," Jeremy said shrugging, "But yeah I uh got out fast when the roof started coming down at the last place. So if you'd like a hand with the book keeping and the ordering of the parts I am more then happy to lend you my services for as long as you'll have me."
He smiled at her as he let his hands drop away from her tattooed arms, she was about as cunning as he was, because she knew a thing or two about getting and keeping someone's attention even if it was just because of her cars.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jul 16, 2011 20:52:28 GMT 2
One garage after the other either didn't do the job right, quick enough or not at all. This Wednesday a flyer was attached to the windshield of his beat up Skyline. Once again beat up Skyline to be precise. Blue eyes stared at the piece of paper for a moment before he shrugged and punched the adress into his TomTom. It took him to a place that looked brand spanking new. Brian got out and pushed his sunglasses on top of his head. Beads of sweat shone on his forehead when he stepped into the air condition place and checked out the lifts and tools with a trained eye. For a while he waited arms crossed in front of his chest and watched people go about their business.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2011 5:23:42 GMT 2
Angel smiled at Jeremy and patted his shoulder, "You are amazing. Fill out the paper app that's behind the counter, you know the normal crap for book keeping."
She grinned at the two, one of them an instant employee considering she knew exactly what he could do to help her before she side stepped and heading towards the man simply watching what was happening in her garage.
"Welcome to DDSC, I'm Diablo something I can help you with?" she said smiling at him careful to not give him a once over, a good feeling that it wouldn't be taken well if she was looking at him like she normal looked at handsome men.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jul 17, 2011 11:16:27 GMT 2
"Hi." Brian replied with a polite smile. "You run this place, right?" If he was taking his baby to a new place he needed to deal with the best. The woman in front of him looked a little wild, which was somewhat promising. Brian wanted wild for his car. "Take a look outside. My car needs a good garage." He turned on his heel and walked to the Skyline who definetly had seen better days. The last two races had taken their toll not only on the paint but also the chassis and the whole left side including the wheels. It was a surprise the car did still drive straight. "Do you do NOS?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2011 16:12:08 GMT 2
"If it's called Diablo de Sangre Customs and I'm Diablo, then yeah you could say I run the place," She said giving him an amused half smile as she followed him out to the beat up Skyline, "What the hell do you do to her? It's amazing you can even still get her to run," she said as she walked around the car.
The paint was stripped, there were dents and dings all over the place not to mention the nearly crushed left side that was baring down on the wheels. She crouched down next to the car and took a peak under it, there was even damage to the underside of the car. Shaking her head Angel stood up and sighed softly.
"Yeah I do NOS. Any garage that wants to be considered a performance garage has to know how to. I'm not going to ask what you did, but I am going to strongly suggest that you get your self a cab and leave her for me to fix up. With as much as this metal is bent in your lucky you didn't blow a tire or two. I can fix her back to pristine condition but it'll cost you a pretty penny, but I'm going to say that you can probably afford it if you're coming here because there are plenty of cheeper and older garages in the general area."
She folded her tattooed arms under her breasts as she looked at the blond. It didn't matter to her what he did for a living or what he did in his free time, all that really mattered to her was keeping good looking cars good looking.
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Post by Brian O'Conner on Jul 17, 2011 19:01:35 GMT 2
"Hopefully you're as good as you say." Brian raised an eyebrow. This women had quite the lip but he needed someone who knew what they were doing. "When you're running NOS you don't want a hobby mechanic to fiddle around with your piping." Then again he couldn't afford much on his salary and hadn't raced for cash in a while. At least the department would pay for some of the costs since his baby was damaged on duty. He preferred to keep that a secret though. People in the tuning bizz usually didn't like cops. "What do you charge for a tank and what's you hourly rate?" The cop enquired.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2011 6:05:27 GMT 2
"I'm the best at what I do and I do all my work fast and right, because I don't want to have to do it again because something wasn't done right the first time. But I agree you can't have a hobby mechanic screwing around with NOS lines, you could loose your entire car that way," Angel said smiling at him, "Depends on the tank you want. You know the bigger the tank the bigger the cost. But I don't do hourly rates alone, it's normally an average of hours and parts cost. But if it makes you feel better I work fast."
Her eyes drifted over him for a moment there was something a little different about him then the other guys that came in her garage, but that really didn't bother her too much, she was used to having a lot of different kinds of people come to her for work done.
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