Anxiety

Synopsis

February 24, 2005 - Young stops by Bunker’s Garage to have his oil changed by Abbey. Orion shows up to see if Abbey wants to come out and play in the moonlight.



Setting

Bunker's Garage and Salvage:

Bunkers's Garage and Salvage sits on a rather large lot in the West Dallas neighborhood. The parking lot is small, and one spot is occupied at all times by a beat-up tow truck. Two fully equipped bays, complete with safety notices on the walls are for employees only. To the right side of the bays is an office, containing a simple desk with a grubby looking computer, and a filing cabinet. Behind the desk is a small whiteboard which lists inspection prices, and those for other services. The walls are decorated with a few small display cases where items available for sale are located.


Abbey:
There's no telling what her age is, somewhere in the early twenty's if someone was to guess. Her height is about 5'9 a bit on the tall side but nothing that abnormal. Long bright red-orange, lose spiral curls are found upon her, it flows down to her mid back and can be often found pulled into a pony tail to keep it out of the way. A few lose curls fall to either side of her cheeks, and bangs rest just a bit above her eyes.

Her clothing isn't anything un-normal. A short or long sleeved shirt can be found on her depending the day or the weather, most dark colored. Black or blue ankle length jeans are found on her lower half, they tend to be a bit snug on her hips and flow down the rest of her leg. Her foot wear also depends on the weather, or what she's doing. Sneakers or boots are her choices though. A thick leather cord rests around her neck with a pewter dragon charm upon it, the two inch charm holds within its grasping forepaws is a pale blue gem. Depending on the weather is what jacket she wears a long black leather duster or a more simple leather jacket.

Three golden studs can be found upon the edge of both ears, another silver stud found in her right eyebrow. She also has a good collection of tattoos and scars. An old small slightly jagged scar rests across her right cheek, others found elsewhere on her. Black tribal like tattoo markings curl around and then down both of her forearms to circle around her wrists in a Celtic knot work pattern. Other tattoos are unseen thanks to her clothing. Her eyes are an interesting pale icy blue color; rather eerie in a way which tends to make her stand out if anyone pays enough attention to her.

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Orion:
You see a man in his mid thirties who stands a little over six feet and weighs approximately 180 pounds. One can tell by looking at him that he works out regularly. His face is rugged but attractive, usually with a couple of days worth of stubble on his cheek. His hair is brownish red and cropped short, spiking up a bit on top. His eyes are deep gold and appear to be almost an unnatural shade. He bears a tattoo of a paw print on his left upper arm. When the man speaks, he has a very distinct Irish accent. It is strong, but not to the point that he is difficult to understand.

The man is wearing a tight fitting brown shirt with blue jeans. He has brown boots on and a silver watch on his right wrist. His ears are each pierced with a silver ring, and he has mirrored sunglasses pushed up on his head.

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Young:
James Young stands an inch or two over a six foot mark and has a solid, trained build that could weigh somewhere in the range of two-hundred pounds. He is broad-shouldered though isn't overly muscled, more athletic and lithe than anything else with strong, powerful limbs. He has a mop of dark hair, layered in short black twists. His eyes are a nice shade of dark brown. He has a straight nose and a smooth-cheeked face with a strong chin. His dark skin is weathered and the tone holds a natural tanning, colored a rich caramel brown. Of note, a scar rests over his right eye. It hasn't hindered his eyesight but it remains nonetheless. It's a single gouge where similar ones alongside it have faded, as if he were attacked by a clawed beast. It's just the scar of a vertical slash from brow to cheek nowadays. In days past, his lower face is shadowed by light overgrowth of lacking a shave.

He is currently wearing a pressed, white dress shirt that is buttoned just prior to the last two at his ironed collar. The sleeves are rolled up until just past his elbows. The shirt is neatly tucked into a pair of black jeans topped off with a matching, thick black leather belt and an old metal buckle, simple in design but in the likeness of angel wings. On his feet, he wears comfortable work boots, worn-in and reminiscent of cowboy boots. He smells decently too, as if freshly showered with a mossy undertone. There's still wear and tear about him, somewhat disheveled overall, in how he carries himself.



Scene

Evening has settled over the city and Abbey like always is on her own at the garage. She sent the other workers home and is at the back of the shop working on cleaning up some tools that are rather a mess. A radio plays from somewhere in the garage, a local station that she isn't even paying attention tone. Steele, a rather large red brindle bullmastiff can be found at the single open bay door chewing on a bone. There are a few cars at the garage tonight, one being an old mustang that is in a few pieces and is slowly getting put back together with new parts.

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It's a quaint little Dallas evening, one that Young can't quite complain over, at least not yet. He's with his car this time around, pulling up to the front of Bunker's Garage and Salvage without placing the vehicle in a tricky situation should it need to be moved in the future. The car itself is a '76 Camaro, a classic yellow and twin strips of black flanking down its hood and all the way to tail. As he climbs out upon turning the engine off, he glances aside and then reaches up to remove a set of sunglasses and set them somewhere on the dash before neatly closing the door. The man looks over the shop for a moment and then begins to step up to the open bay door, looking on wistfully towards the dog there. "Well then," he murmurs under a breath. He doesn't exactly draw closer just yet, given the dog there.

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Steele lifts his head and eyes the car as it pulls up and then the man that steps out. The dog moves up onto his paws and sends out a deep growl. This of course gets Abbey's attention and she glances back slightly watching the car and the man. The scent of wolf she catches, of course one she doesn't know. After her last encounter with Eli and his little pack she isn't that eager to see another wolf. She stands there quietly, pale gaze narrowing a moment before a faint sigh escapes her and she grabs up her button of work shirt that she pulls on over the tank top she has on before moving towards the front of the shop. "That's enough Steele.. Go inside." The dog lets another growl escape him before listening, and then turns heading into the shop. "Sorry.." Is offered for her dog. "Can I help you?" The more she talks the more her Irish accent can be picked up.

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The corners of Young's eyes tighten a bit at the defensive response but he does take a half-step back while slipping his hands into the front pockets of his jeans, leaving his thumbs to lock into the front belt loops of them. He doesn't truly relax up until noting the entrance of the woman and he's lifting his brows briefly, curiously, before shifting his weight from one boot to the other. "I'm just wondering your times — open — that is," it's about then that he's noting he's not the only wolf along the block. It has him hesitate a moment longer before taking back that initial retreat and coming to stand more fully. There's a flash of a smile and he continues, "James, Young, Officer Young, but I prefer James when I'm off-duty."

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Abbey tilts her head slightly while she watches the other, she can't recall seeing him before. Though this isn't a surprise, she tends to stay away from other wolves, even more so now than before. "We're open normally from Eight in the morning till Eight at night.. Or basically whenever I feel like closing the doors." Sorta helps that she lives at the garage after all. There's a slight pause at the officer part. "Abbey Wallace. Nice to meet you." Her pale gaze drifts towards his car, glancing over it slightly. "Nice car you have there. Doesn't look like you need any work on it."

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James pauses long enough to pivot on a foot and face both Abbey and the Camaro, easing his shoulders into a brief shrug. "It's nothing major. Rather, what needs to be done is, just an oil change." He quiets down and then inhales, glancing back towards Abbey while lifting up his right hand in order to rub over the back of his neck. "I don't mean to question, but…" It's hard to ignore the dual-natures between the two of them, but he manages. "If I could get it looked at?"

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Abbey ahs softly at this, a faint smirk is offered while she peers over at Young, looking a bit amused. "Well.. I can change the oil on it, not a problem.. Can do it now even." There's a pause for a moment. "That is if you don't mind a girl working on yer car der." She pauses at the slip in her speech but then over looks it while she turns and opens the bay door while waiitng on his answer. Yes there is that little bit of info on them being wolves, but she isn't bring it up just yet.

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Tonight there is not the usual sound of a motorcycle indicating Orion’s approach. He apparently is not driving either vehicle today, as is typical for him this time of the month. He finds himself too distracted and is prone to reckless driving when he tries to drive during the three days of the full moon. He jogs up to the entrance of the garage and just kind of wanders in, glancing around to see where Steele is so he can keep tabs on the dog’s location.

Orion spots Abbey and wanders over, looking slightly disheveled, seeming almost drunk, and absolutely reeking of dog. He must have shifted sometime very recently. He smiles at Abbey and opens his mouth to say something when seems to just now notice Young. He peers at the man and raises an eyebrow, deciding that there is something off about the man but not being able to decide what. He watches the man out of the corner of his eye as he speaks to Abbey. “Hey. I just wanted to stop by and see if you wanted to…Go out tonight. Later. At night. When it‘s dark out.”

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Orion positions himself in such a way that he is facing Young. Unfortunately that leaves his back to Steele, which he notices when the dog growls at him. He has to use quite a bit of willpower to prevent himself from growling back at the dog, but he manages. Orion settles on standing off to the side slightly, turning his head frequently to check on the dog and the man. He frowns when Abbey comments on his appearance, but he doesn’t protest her opinion. He contents himself to just scratch his chin for a moment. When Abbey tells him to sit he does almost immediately…Cross-legged in the middle of the floor.

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James sits into the driver seat and leans his head back against the cushioned seat, closing his eyes for a lengthened moment and then tilting his chin back forward in order to look through the windshield to the two. He looks from Abbey to the man and then back, wrinkling the bridge of his nose in a moment's distaste. "Not a problem," he calls back out in reply, when it comes to payment for the oil change, before he slides the key into the ignition and turns the engine over. There's a start and then roughened growl, old and throaty, beastly. It doesn't take much further effort to coax the second-generation Camaro into the garage itself with Young cutting the engine back off soon after and moving to climb back out.

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Abbey peers at Orion a few moments, she isn't to sure what to say about him sitting there on the floor. A faint sigh escapes her and she glances to Steele and hald glares at the dog. "Get in the office.." She says with a thin tone. The dog is quick to skitter into the office and hunkers down under the desk. With the dog out of the way she turns her attetnion back to Young and his car. She waits for him to get out, lucky he got the car over the lift enough so she won't have to go crawling on the floor much. "Orion, this is James Young, his a Office. James this is Orion, one of my friends." Seems they all have things in common, two being wolves and one being a shifter after all. She hits a button and the lift starts, lifting the Camaro up enough so she can work on the car. The sleeves of her shirt are rolled up which shows off the tattoos across her forearms. She takes hold of a oil pan and then goes about working on the car. Maybe the two guys can start some conversation..

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Orion watches the dog as it heads into the office and seems to forget about him after that. He casually watches as Young moves his car and Abbey props it up, peering curiously at Abbey as she works on the vehicle. He glances back at Young. “Um…Hey.” He decides that if there is something odd about the officer Abbey would probably not be helping him. “Having car problems? I actually met Abbey the first time my bike did something…I don’t even remember what was wrong with it. I’m terrible with mechanics.” His voice is strongly Irish, but not so strong as not to be understood.

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Officer Young lifts a hand in greeting, a small makeshift wave, when he's introduced. "Please, just James, I don't mind." He slips into a light smile and then shoves his hands back into the front pockets of his jeans while standing off to the side of things. It keeps him out of the way and he can watch the work being done to the Camaro. All the while, it does give him the opportunity to strike up a conversation, even if James seems a slight more attentive to the air and garage around him. It smells. Not bad, he's smiling and doing it naturally, but it smells. "Yeah," he replies to Orion, "Heard this was one of the better garages around town. There's not a lot I could fix myself, just a few things here and there, so know how that is. What kind of bike?"

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Abbey half listions to the two while she works on the car, the oil is drained out and she glances over a few things to make sure everything is in order before she steps out from under the car and picks up a filer from the rack on the wall. "Glad to know everyone holds the place is such high honors." Maybe someone should tell Eli that. A faint mutter escaping her for half a moment as she seems to think that to herself before she sets the filter down on the work bench and goes about pulling a hose down from a hook which will be used to put the new oul back into the car. "Changing the oil is actually one of the easier things.. Could teach you if your ever interested." Which would of course not give her the business but she doesn't seem to worried about it.

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Orion seems distracted by something in the corner of the garage, but he brings his attention back to James as he is asked a question. “Bike? Yes. I have a bike.” He pauses for a moment. “It’s a Victory Hammer. Green. I also have a jeep, but I try not to drive them when I…Want to go for a walk.” REAL convincing. He glances at Young’s Camaro. “That is a nice…Car of some sort. Sorry, I’m not at all familiar with such things. Give me a text in ancient Sumerian and I’ll translate it out for you, but put a sedan next to a Dodge and I couldn’t tell them apart.” Considering the fact that Dodge is a brand of car and sedan is a type of car, it’s probably safe to assume he is telling the truth. He watches Abbey change the oil and shakes his head. “I’d rather not learn something quite so messy, myself.”

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"Heh, heard it around the department a few times earlier when I asked." Though, a part of Mister Young probably wishes there was something more mysterious or mundane about how he's come to know about Bunker's. It's probably the writer in him. That moment aside, he shrugs, responding, "Ah, nice, I've a '48 replica panhead too, but that there Camaro's older than I am, it just happens to look better than I am too - go figure." He lifts his chin a bit, nodding. "I could try my hand at it, sometime later though."

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Abbey hums softly while she listions to the to. "Its a nice car.. I'm fixing up that 68 mustang over there." This said as she ndos to the car in the other bay. "Had to rebuild the engine.. Took a while." This said while she changes the oil filter of the Camaro before adding in the new oil after pulling the oil pan out and reclosing the gasket. "So they know of Bunkers at the department?.. Glad to know that cops like my place." This said with a joking tone. "Its not that messy.." Well, she did get sota messy, not that she cares, part of the job.

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Orion’s eyes glaze over slightly when Young starts talking about cars, but he seems to snap out of it and eyes the man suspiciously when he says the car is older than he. Orion looks between the man and the car a few times before deciding that he cannot decide. Now Abbey is talking about cars. He sighs and looks out through the garage door. “Why would you want to work on cars when it’s so nice out?” He gets an almost manic look to him as he looks outside, but then he turns back to Abbey and seems to deflate slightly. “You do want to go out tonight, right? It’s supposed to be nice. Clear sky and all that.”

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James could go on about his car and motorcycle but he leaves it at that, what he's already said, and lifts his hands up in order to fold his arms over a broadened chest and reposition himself while watching the work and continue speaking with Orion. "Oh? Thanks, yeah, know of the best places to fetch a cup of coffee too, among other things," his tones hold onto a noticeable about of amusement. He's even lightly grinning. Though, it all fades when he looks between the two of them and listens in on the next parts of the conversation, just listening.

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Coffee…Not something Orion should be drinking right now. He frowns and plays with one of his shoelaces idly for a few minutes. He glances up at Abbey and looks quite disappointed. “Oh, you’re not going to come out? But it’s going to be…” He glances at James “A good night. You know, one of those nights…That are good.” It takes Orion a minute to realize Abbey is not asking him what he does on Full Moons. “What are you talking about? You know, and that’s not a question for this sort of time.” He glances at the officer for a moment, indicating that it is not good conversation for mixed company.

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James inclines his head to the side, releasing a bit of tension within his bones before he looks out past and beyond the bay doors to the skyline and its steadily declining light. It's fairly quaint and beautiful, for the most part. His gaze flickers back over towards Abbey and Orion though. "We've got a full moon tonight, the next on the twenty-fifth of March. I try not to spend my time outdoors," there's a pause, his voice trailing off before it strengthens back up and his arms tighten their holds on themselves. "Given the time, I should probably be headed home in a bit."

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Abbey smirks as she hears Orion, her gaze turning back to James as she watches and listions to him. "Ya.. That's right." She offers softly. "There are places off in the wilds that arn't that bad, far enough away from the city if your ever interested." She hears Orion and shakes her head. "Its alright Orion, his safe." At least with the wolf and shifter stuff. "There is a pack around here by the way.." Not that she really wants to get into that conversation. "Your car is all ready to go, wasn't that bad really." An to Orion. "I guess I could go out.. Just don't know." She isn't to sure how her other side act so to speak.

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Orion stands up really fast and shakes his head. “Shh! He’s a…Wait. He’s a…” He points at the other man and ponders for a moment. That WOULD explain the odd feeling. He peers at the officer but keeps his distance. From what Abbey said Werewolves aren’t very nice. Though Abbey is a werewolf, and she seems to be nice. He sighs heavily and shakes his head. “Do you KNOW he’s not one of the pack? Remember what I said about them maybe trying to get rid of you?” Maybe his paranoia wasn’t so unfounded after all. Orion looks past the man at the sky. “It will be night soon…If we’re going to go out we should do it before it’s too late.”

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"Muea Tseena," which sounds a lot richer coming from a man with a light British accent, but James shakes his head once in order to indicate his lack of belonging with the pack of werewolves, despite himself being one. With his car finished he looks to them and then paces slowly to it, so that he can lean against the hood and still be a part of the conversation that's now circling around him, the new officer in town. "No, you've nothing to worry about with me. I may be like them, but I'm not them. I'm not sure - yet - on how good or bad that is, or if that will change in the future, but - I shouldn't be holding the two of you back." He lifts up, in order to reach for his back pocket and wallet therein. "Sixty… let's see…"

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"Muea Tseena," which sounds a lot richer coming from a man with a light British accent, but James shakes his head once in order to indicate his lack of belonging with the pack of werewolves, despite himself being one. With his car finished he looks to them and then paces slowly to it, so that he can lean against the hood and still be a part of the conversation that's now circling around him, the new officer in town. "No, you've nothing to worry about with me. I may be like them, but I'm not them. I'm not sure - yet - on how good or bad that is, or if that will change in the future, but - I shouldn't be holding the two of you back." He lifts up, in order to reach for his back pocket and wallet therein. "Sixty… let's see…"

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Abbey ehs softly as she hears Orion. "They won't do anything to me.. They haven't yet after all." She offers softly while shaking her head. "That is all in your head dear Orion." She moves on towards the office door and pulls it closed to keep Steele inside as she is planning on leaving. "Yes the Muea Tseena.." Her own Irish accent not making it sound that well perhaps. "I'm not in the pack.. Most likely won't be." There's a pause. "But that's up to me.." Not Eli. "An don't worry about the oil change, first one's on the house." Its like a wolf or shifter special with her it seems. "If you ever need help with the car just remember to give me a call how's that?"

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Orion eyes Young suspiciously as he talks about the pack, but he seems to relax slightly again since Abbey seems unconcerned with the man. He rolls his eyes at her, “You never know. I still say you should be careful.” He watches her close the door and grins. She must be coming out with him tonight! He begins to walk toward the entrance. “I’m gonna wait outside. It’s too stuffy in here.” He stops and offers a quick wave to Young, “I’ll uh…See you around I guess. Maybe tonight.” He trots out into the night and waits in the parking lot, buzzing with energy and jerking around to look at every minute sound made by a bird or passing car.

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Young snorts quietly and refrains from comment, but he won't fault anyone for not trusting him instantly. It's rather admirable, in a way. He glances up though at the lack of needing to pay and closes his wallet right before speaking up in reply, "Well, that'd require having your number. I'll see what I can do, though." He shifts the wallet back into its hidey-hole and comes up into a stand as Orion makes to exit the building. He nods, smiling, "I only hope it isn't while I'm on-duty, eh?" James looks after Orion for a moment and then tosses his attention back towards Abbey. "Thanks for the quick check-up, definitely appreciated."

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Abbey glances after Orion a few moments and looks faintly amused at how worried he is about her, something she isn't use to. Her gaze turns back to James and she picks up a card from a box on the work bench and offers it to him. "Well, there's the shop's number." Along with a cellphone number that is most likely hers as she does the towing business as well. "His not normally this jumpy.. Just the moon an all." She smiles a bit and nods. "Sure, no problem. It was nice to meet you by the way. Hope to see you around or something.." She wouldn't mind talking to him more, he seems like an alright guy after all. She tends to take first meetings to heart for some reason or another. "I better go get him outa here.." This said as she starts to leave grabbing hold of her shoulder bag in the process. "See you later." This said before she moves out into the parking lot. "Alright alright.. Geezs, lets go before you have a fit." Abs says to Orion while she starts to walk off, heading towards the outskirts of the city most likely.

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