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.
It's evening, and likely the garage will be close to being closed, but, well, her schedule is what it is, and Mignonette arrives at the garage with the last of the light. She steps out of the SUV she borrowed from Alex, and goes around to the other side, pulling out a cake box, sort of, and a thermos, which she tucks under her arm. The door is shut and locked behind her, before she steps towards the open garage, calling, "Miss Wallace?"
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The garage looks rather quiet, a few lights on but no workers to be found, though it is evening so this could be why. Abbey is in the office, a stack of papers on the desk though she hasn't touched them. She is sitting behind the desk, her gaze rests on a thick leather collar upon the desk, mind wandering it seems. That is up until the door opens and the voice. She blinks while lifting her head peering towards the main garage room, its not like she was expecting anyone. "In the office.. How can I help you Miss. Savoy?" Oh yes she remembers this one it seems.
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Mignonette carries the box and the thermos towards the office, as instructed, though she pauses just at the door, until she's given permission to step inside, "I was hoping you could help me, actually." She indicates the box, "And I was hoping I could extend an invitation, if you're so inclined. If I've come at a bad time, I can try you again." She's dressed for work, as she always seems to be, but her demeanour is friendly, having set aside her 'for work' face once she left the office.
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Abbey tilts her head while she peers at Mignonette, watching her curiously before a glance is offered to the box. A faint ah escapes her, hand lifting to rub across her eyes a moment. She may have possibly been crying a some point, though she wouldn't admit to it. "I suppose so.. Have a seat. Did you come to talk about the bike, or perhaps how you called the cop on me instead?" The faintest of smirks seen while her hands found upon her lap, arms resting upon the chairs arm rests.
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Mignonette steps into the office, now that she's been invited, and sets the box down in front of Abbey, and the thermos beside it, "I was concerned about you, and James was the only person I knew who knew you as well. So I called him as a friend, not as a police officer." No, she's not going to deny it was she who placed the phone call to Officer Young. "I am sorry if I overstepped myself, but you were obviously in pain, and despite what people say about my profession, it isn't in me to see someone hurting and not want to do something."
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"Its alright.." Abbey offers softly, a slight nod is seen. "I have to say I would have most likely tone the same thing though if the tables where turned." Still she isn't use to anyone being concerned about her. "So.. What did you bring?" She's curious, and for a few moments actually speaking to someone takes her mind off the problems that she happens to be facing.
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"Peace offering. That is, unless you're allergic to fruits, nuts or chocolate." She pauses, "Or wheat, or flour, or sugar. Because then that box might be the equivalent of anthrax in a letter bomb." She nudges the box forward with her finger. "In which case, I suppose I came to give you an allergic reaction." She does offer a smile, though, so it's certainly meant to be taken in jest, "Open it. It's not boobytrapped."
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Abbey ohs a moment while peering at the box and then glances back towards the other. "You didn't have to do that.." A slender hand lifts and she moves to open the box as the other suggests it. She smiles faintly. "Well luckly I'm not allergicto any of that. An I have to say everything in the box look rather good.." Her pale gaze lifts back to Mignonette. "Thank you Miss. Savoy.. That was very nice of you."
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"No, I didn't, but I wanted to. I'm new to the city, as you likely know, and it's hard trying to find good footing in a new place." She sets the thermos closer, "Hot chocolate." Once that's done, she settles back, "So when you meet someone who treats you well, and you go about stepping on their feet like you're wearing steel-toed clown shoes, a peace offering only seems the right thing to do."
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Abbey smiles a moment, a soft chuckle escapes her. "Well.. I have to admit that's a good idea. I'll have to remember that." This said with a slight amused tone. "How are you liking the city so far?" She questions while watching he other.
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Mignonette considers, moving to curl comfortably, or as comfortably as one can, in an office chair, as she considers, "It's not as familiar as home, in the way of…being able to figure people, because you've been around their kind for so long. The vampire thing is a bit overmuch…there are some serious fandom issues with that, but most of the ones i've met have been decent enough. The people seem a bit exccentric, but overall, it hasn't been terrible. I finally found a house, so I could move out of that dreadful corporate condo."
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Abbey hums softly and nods. "Yes. Well vampires seem to be on everone's mind as of late. Especially around his area for one reson or another." She offers and shakes her head slightly."Still.. How are you ejoying here so far?"
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Mignonette turns her attention to the mechanic. Not that she was ignoring her before, but now, well, it's precise, perhaps, calculating, but not in a devious sort of a way, more of a…how honest of an answer does she want. Finally, she nods, "It's lonely. I'm not making friends very easily. Though, I suppose I don't really. But it's been hard, most days the only person I have for company is Alex. And as much as I love my cousin, sometimes, I feel the distinct urge to pitch him out the closest window."
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Abbey tilts her head while she curiously peers at Mignonette, perhaps finding something that she says rather framlier. "I've found over the years that Dallas is not the best place to make friends." A faint smirk is seen. "Well at least that's how I see it."
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"I have been thinking that, the longer that I stay here. But it makes for a very solitary existence. perhaps that's why there has been such a craze after the vampires." Mignonette's nose wrinkles a bit, at the thought, "Perhaps, at the least, it's a way to feel connected. To feel as if you're a part of something other than yourself. Even if it is a lie. Though…for myself, I'd rather do without."
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Abbey nods slightly. "That is true.. Suppose I never thought of it like that before." She makes a faint face at the thought on vampires. "Yes.. Its something I'd much rather do without actually. Being boring isn't that bad compard to some things."
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"Honestly." Mignonette shakes her head, "I know I'm supposed to be impartial. They've just as much right to exist as everyone else, and I don't deny them that right, but seriously. Everytime I have gone into Bloody Mary's and seen a human with a vampire, I can't help thinking…"It's a corpse. A walking, talking corpse. Just the thought…" A shudder, "So…aside from that, I do hope that you're feeling better? You look as if you're healing up well." It's hard for her to judge, given that Abbey hasn't gotten up since she arrived, but, think positive.
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Abbey chuckles a moment at the corpse part. "True.. An I don't wish them any ill will.. Just don't want to deal with them if given the choice." A soft ah escapes her, thinking over the question before offering a answer. "Well.. I'm better then I was. The healing is just taking a while." A faint smile is seen for a moment. "Thanks for the concern though."
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"Of course." Mignonette's eyes turn down, towards the collar on the desk, but she doesn't make any comment. She's already stepped on Abbey's feet hard enough to make her walk with a limp, "I was thinking…once I have the place cleaned up and decorated and livable, I thought I might have a get together, it wouldn't be very large, since I don't know many people, but if you'd be free, you'd be welcome to stop by."
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Abbey follows the others gaze to the desk, her own resting on the collar and a bit of sadnes creeps back into her vision before she blinks a few times. Her gaze drifts away from the collar after a mere moment and she nods. "Perhaps I could.. When ever you may pick a date and time juat let me know how's that?"
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Mignonette nods, observant enough to see Abbey's reaction to the collar, and make inference from that. Still, she's polite enough not to mention it, instead, she counters, "I will, certainly. I'll leave a message, if I can't reach you by phone." And then, after a moment, she continues, "Is there anything I can do for you, Miss Wallace?"
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Abbey nods while she watches the other, a fant smile offered. "Alright.. Might be nice." Its not like she often leaves the garage to do things, other then get in trouble it seems. A soft ah escapes her after the others question. "No.. Its alright.. Some things I must do on my own." There's a pause. "An my name is Abbey by the way.. Don't have to call me Miss. Wallace."
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"And I'm Mignonette. Though my friends call me Coco, usually. And you're welcome to do so." A nod follows, and there's understanding there, "Then I won't press. But only offer what assistance I can, if you need it." A tip of her head, before she continues, "So, now that you've had a chance to look it over, how bad is the bike?" Sure, she's trying to distract by changing the subject, but hey…it's worth a try.
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"Coco?" Abbey questions, mostly to make sure she heard the other right. She'll have to ask how she got that nickname at some point. "Thank you for not pressing the matter.. Its something that I just need to deal with.." Her shoulders lower slightly at the thought, it should have never happened is the only thing that goes through her mind at the moment. "The bike.. Ah yes.. Well its going to need a lot of work. I think the frame will make it though. Just have to get all the rust off and then start getting new or rebuilt pieces to put it back together."
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"Short for Coconut." her shoulders lift in a light shrug, and a smile plays across her expression, "My mother." As if that says it all. "I find people think it a bit easier and a bit less pretentious than my given name." She quiets then, listening to the estimation of the extent of the work needed, "I'm glad that it can be salvaged then. Alex will be ecstatic when he sees it."
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Abbey chuckles softly and nods. "Well.. I must admit that is a rather interesting nickname to be given." She says with a soft tone. "I hope that your both like it when its all said and one. What colors where you interested in for the bike? Figured i'd ask that now and put it in the file to have when we get to that point."
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Mignonette takes her time, considering, before she gives her answer, "Well, I personally love the look they had in the eighties, red and yellow and orange, but Alex would pitch a fit. They're -so- not on his colour wheel. But I was thinking perhaps a dark blue, or something, maybe with some silver, to match the logo? Something modern, but not too…overpoweringly 'I look like I could be a Harley Davidson.' Black leather, though, for the seats. Lots of chrome. Flashy, but not too out there."
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Abbey nods as she listions, picking up a pen and scribbles down a few notes to remember for when she is ordering things for the bike. "Alright. I have to say either idea would be nice. It'll be fun pulling some things together. It will be nice to see it all together." She pauses a moment in though. "Maybe I'll take pictures of it along the way.."
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"I'll trust you do do whatever you feel is appropriate. And if you decide on a different colour scheme, then I'll be happy with that. You're the mechanic, after all. And sometimes things might speak to you in a way that they don't speak to me." Mignonette considers, before she continues, "Have you had dinner yet, Abbey?"
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Abbey smiles at this and nods a moment. "We're see.. Its a long ways off before that bike sees anything that is close to a new coat of paint after all." She titls her head while looking to the other, a soft ahe scaping her. "No.. I hadn't thought about it yet aactually. I tend to work and then go to sleep and think about it later." A faint smirk seen. "I've been called a workoholic before.. I have no idea why of course." Perhaps living at the garage could be part of the problem.
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"I simply can't imagine." There's laughter, in Mignonette's voice, as she uncurls herself from the chair, settling more professionally in the seat, "I'll leave the final decision until later then." A nod, as she makes the decision, or rather, the lack of one, but she once again turns away from the bike. "Well, if you're inclined, perhaps we can go rustle up something, if you've the mind to, and it might be nice to get out while the weather is still as nice as it's been the last few days."
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Abbey offers a soft smile as she watches the other, pondering it seems about leaving. Her gaze drifts to the collar upon the desk before she takes in a sight breath. "I'll have to take a raincheck on that.. But thank you for considering to invite me out." She pauses before going on. I don't think I'd be the best company tonight.. An i'm thinking it time for a nap."
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Mignonette nods, accepting the explanation, a smile offered in reply, as she rises to her feet, "Of course, Abbey. The offer will always be available." Certainly she can understand the need to decompress in private. "I'll call you when I know exactly the time of the housewarming, but you have my number as well. If you ever need anything, just give me a call, I'm almost always available by phone." She moves to depart the office, "Rest well." A final smile, before she'll duck out and leave the other woman to the rest of her evening.
