*sombra delgadillo
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Post by *sombra delgadillo on Jul 14, 2009 19:15:16 GMT -5
 
The speakers were sub woofers built into the back frame while the other four - the front speakers were mildly less powerful. There was not a fleck of dust on her, not a scratch or ding in the paint and not a single sticker on it. There were tinted windows, however. So absolutely black no officer of the law could ever detect life of the absence of within. The headlights were that frosted blue color, and stood out plainly even when they weren't in use. Inside it smelled of Sombra. Or at least the black raspberry vanilla scent she wore. It was a tangy smell to begin with finishing with the warm comfort of that homely scent. It was perfect. A beautiful perfect specimen and one of the few things that Sombra would miss if she lost it.
The other vehicle, the one whose hood she was currently slid under with a wrench in one palm while the other hand sought out the plug she was destined to find somewhere nestled within the body of the engine. This particular motor was not near as attractive. A Porshe 911 in Rain Forest Green Metallic. The name alone made her want to vomit, but the machine would not be punished for the creator's poor choice. Really though - what an obnoxious, candy*** color.
Shaking her head reticently, she breathed a sigh, inhaling the familiar scent of gasoline and motor oil. The substance stained her cheeks and her clothing. The rag she held in her back pocket had been forgotten and grime coated her features and bare arms. They were hoisted high over her skull, oculi working in the dim light to see what it was she was working on; honestly it was all about her visualization. Her forearm swiped at her forehead, wiping away the thin layer of sweat.
Grunting, she slid out from beneath the lip and waltzed over to the office, tugging the rag out from her back pocket, she wiped at her cheeks which only smudged the substance slightly and made it paler but did not clean it. Arching a brow, she leant against the doorjam, appendages folding over her feminine chest. That piece of crap was such work. Squinting at it, a quiet mutter was sent in its general direction. "Why can't you be like Ebony?" Yes, she had named the Audi. It was as a pet to her. Some had fish, Sombra had an Audi and to be frank it made her happier than any guppie ever could.
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Post by griff on Jul 14, 2009 20:34:16 GMT -5
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Time ; Evening [/size][/font] Attire ; ~~~[/size][/font] Count ; 706[/size][/font] Notes ; [url=http://www.tuningnews.net/photo_preview/071130c/01/koenigsegg_ccxr_special_edition/
] car - 2008 Koenigsegg CCXR[/url] This car turns me on just looking at it. LOL Car specs[/color][/size][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Griff had driven to Cali from his place and New York. He had just gotten the shipment from Ireland, his wardrobe, dog and cars. He left his dog, Rorry, back in New York with Shane, he didn’t want the dog in this car. But any other car that Griff owned, Rorry would be welcome in. The Jeep, the Charger and the Silverado, they have all held Rorry before. But never has the dog set foot in this car. And he will never. This was Griff’s baby. He loved cars, he had a lot of them. He didn’t travel with all of them, just the four named and discussed, but the rest were home back in Ireland. Home and safe in his many car garage. Most were classics or rare, but all were his babies. He would never be able to produce an offspring of his own, but he had plenty of babies. The top was down now, now that the sun was gone beyond the horizon. Griff had his hat off, his somewhat long hair was blowing in the wind, he was driving fast, and he knew it, it was far over the speed limit, but that was the joy of this car. He often did drive fast, especially at night, in the dark, with his lights off so he would not be spotted by the pesky police that seem to infest the United States like flies on garbage. He moved the car flawlessly thought the streets of California. He knew where he was going, he was on his way to a auto mechanic that he was told about, by the mechanic herself, in a bar one night not too long ago. He had told her he would come by and show her one of his most prized vehicles. He was in the prized vehicle, his ’08 Koenigsegg CCXR. There were only 6 of these cars made, and he had been on the list. The sleek black body of the CCXR was in perfect condition, this was the farthest it had ever been driven and the longest it had ever been out of his garage. But he figured this would be worth it. The mechanic was into cars, and he was sure that she had not seen another one of these, at least not in person. He didn’t really need any work done on it, but he would let her take a look under his hood. Though it was a bio fuel car, so he wasn’t sure what she would find. He, himself, didn’t work on this car. He had others that he worked on, but be has never touched anything under the hood of this one. Griff adjusted his sunglassed that he still wore on his face, he was close, or at least his GPS unit said he was. In its pretty little English voice, “Destination ahead on the left.” He smirked, punched the gas, then quickly hit the brake, shifted and slid into the driveway of the autoshop with perfect ease and style, coming to a stop away from the other cars, but still within view of the office. He smiled to himself and then jumped out of the car, not feeling like opening the butterfly wing doors that the car has. He just jumped over the side of the car, clearing it easily. Then he reached back in for his black baseball cap that sat on the passenger side. He slipped it over his messy hair and then smirked. He was himself again. Then he turned towards the office with a goofy grin on his face, as he pulled out his silver cigarette case from the pocket of his jeans. “You like?” He asked as he grabbed one of the cancer sticks out, his own custom home rolled blend of a little bit of tobacco and marijuana mixed. He put it between his lips, closed the case and put it back in his pocket, pulling out a silver Zippo lighter after returning the case to the pocket. He flicked the lighter open and lit it, lit his cigarette and then flipped it closed and like the silver case, replaced it back in his pocket before looking back up at the woman that had been in the office… |
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*sombra delgadillo
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Post by *sombra delgadillo on Jul 14, 2009 23:06:18 GMT -5
All good things must come to an end though, and as the vague sound of an engine rolling up the street she confronted this newcomer by easing to stand in the doorway rather than by the desk. Leaning on the door jam, a brow ascended slowly at just who rolled on in. Clearly there was nothing wrong with this vehicle. And the smug jerk who slipped out of that car utterly ruined it for her. Staring blankly at the vampire as he slid so arrogantly out, a faint smirk crept over her facet. Oh how she'd hoped this son of a whore hadn't crept into her life again. Unfortunately she never seemed to get what she wanted.
The words that spouted past those chapped and bristled lips induced a small shrug. Brushing past him, the werewolf opened the driver side door, popped the hood and bumped the door closed once again. Slipping back past him in a liquidly graceful manner, she leant in over the engine and began to examine the pieces. Her fingertips brushed tenderly over the machinery, a fond smile playing at the corners of her labrums. "5.0-liter V8 with twin Rotrex superchargers..." Indicatings this portion of the mechanism. Peering at him, a quiet small grin crept over her features at the next enunciation. "1,018 horsepower and 740 pound-feet of torque.."
"Zero to 60 in 2.9 seconds." Arching her brows, she crouched and peered over the bumper and into the grill before reaching underneath. "She runs on E85 bioethanol fuel?" It was a rhetorical question, she didn't expect him to know a damn thing about this work of art. Slowly allowing the hood to fall down, she clicked it shut and took a cloth clean off the rack to polish off the fingerprints. "Quite the beast. I suppose this makes your life that much easier. Pull up in this hot thing and anyone who knows anything sees speed and hops in."
Glancing quietly at the beautiful piece of manmade refinement she made herself glance up and stare at the immortal. Perhaps it was that she had been intoxicated in the company of this particular vampire, perhaps it was that despite his disgusting tendencies he seemed not at all serious and not at all threatening. On that not...She leant over and plucked the cigarette from his clutches, eyeing it, she took a slow drag and blew a single perfect "O" up into the air above her head before dropping it to the ground and thoroughly crunching it into the floor. "That's disgusting." She growled softly.
Pulling her crimson locks back over her shoulder, she adjusted her backwards-facing cap and moved towards Ebony, ducking inside to take interior wipes to the already flawless finish. "So why are you here, Griff? Drive all this way to show off your baby?" She murmured casually, apathy almost evident on her tone. It was a quiet voice, utterly feminine but not at all inviting. It was mildly fatigued - she'd been here, sweating and working all day. Luckily there was really no scent of dog to be had - all the fragrances of car surrounded and swathed them, and had been soaked in by her clothes. Now, if only a certain someone would stop smelling like smoke. Ugh. |
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Post by griff on Jul 16, 2009 12:48:34 GMT -5
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Time ; Evening [/size][/font] Attire ; ~~~[/size][/font] Count ; 983[/size][/font] Notes ; none[/size][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] Griff watched her, he could sense she was not pleased to see him, which was understandable and very much expected. The two had not exactly met in a great setting, some bar somewhere, he didn’t remember. It honestly was not the important to him how and where and when they had met, just the fact that they had crossed paths and met, was good enough for him. And they had exchange some information, in a drunken state, the wolf girl was easy to get information out of. He had a sense that she would not have been if she had been a little more lucid. He turned and watched her as she moved past him, opened the door and popped the hood. He smirked a little as she did this. It was such a simple movement, simple task, and she did it so wonderfully, so gracefully. He never thought that werewolves would have that grace. But then again, he did not often find himself socializing with such creatures. He didn’t have any problems with them, he just didn’t hang out with them. Then again, he didn’t hang out with much of anyone except Shane. But work kept him busy and his toys kept him happy so he never really felt the need to occupy his time with anything else. Though this female, she had something different that was new and exciting to him. He liked the chase. And this was was going to be a hell of a chase. "5.0-liter V8 with twin Rotrex superchargers..." He raised an eyebrow, amazed that she knew this just by looking at it. She was more into cars than he had given her credit. "1,018 horsepower and 740 pound-feet of torque.." He nodded and smiled a little. Taking a drag from his cigarette and then letting the smoke out slowly, blowing it away from her direction. He was not a total beast. He knew some people did not like smoke, and he would not force his bad habits on others. "Zero to 60 in 2.9 seconds." He was impressed by her knowledge of the vehicle he had brought before her. It was a rare one, very rare, but she knew some about it just from looking at it and that was very interesting all on its own. "She runs on E85 bioethanol fuel?" He smirked. “I have to do my part to help the environment… since I’m planning on staying here for quite some time…” he said quietly, more to himself than here. He didn’t expect her to care what his thoughts were on that. Hell he didn’t think she would be happy with him mentioning the fact that he would be around for such a long time, when she herself, would not. He had been here for a while so far, almost the normal lifespan of a human. "Quite the beast. I suppose this makes your life that much easier. Pull up in this hot thing and anyone who knows anything sees speed and hops in."He frowned a little. “Gross… Humans? I don’t feed from humans, I thought I told you that? You never know where they have been…” He said and shuttered a little. He only drank from blood banks, and on a very rare occasion if there were no blood banks to be found, animals. He rolled his eyes and then she leaned in and took the cigarette form him and he raised an eyebrow at the movement. He was rude not to have offered her one. But then, she took a hit, blew the smoke out and tossed it to the ground. He frowned as he watched her red converse stamp out the cigarette on the floor. "That's disgusting." He smirked at her growl, it was okay. He had more. “Sorry?” He offered and shrugged and then watched her walk away towards the Black Audi that sat near by. He glanced at the Porsche as well, but was unimpressed with it. His eyes went back to Sombra. Taking in her appearance for the first time really. The short jean shorts, the white top… He shook his head and then followed after her. "So why are you here, Griff? Drive all this way to show off your baby?" He thought about that for a moment, staying a comfortable distance from her. He crossed his arms across his chest and nodded. “Actually… yes… that’s pretty much the reason I came was to show you my car, well.. one of my cars.” He said with a shrug. He glanced back over his shoulder at the black beast that sat there. Then he glanced back forward at her. “I figured I would let you see something special… Not every day you get to see one of 6 cars made.” He took his sunglasses off then, it was dark and he had no need for them. He placed them up on his hat. “Anyway, I can’t come visit you? I thought there was a connection between us…” He put a hurt look on his face and into his eyes and then sighed… his face changing quickly into a smirk. “Right, anyway, I just wanted to come by and see how things were?” He said, questioning himself at the end really. Wondering to himself if that was a good enough reason to drive all the way from New York to California and it was not a good enough reason. Now he knew he seemed like a little bit of a creepy guy…. But hey… it came with the whole not having a pulse thing. He shifted his weight some and glanced at the Audi again... "Yours?" He was impressed with the car, he had one, back home. But this was nicer than his. Maybe he just liked the black paint job better than the red one his had, but either way, it was nice. "V8 or V10?" he asked, just to make conversation really. |
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*sombra delgadillo
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Post by *sombra delgadillo on Jul 16, 2009 23:39:46 GMT -5
She assumed he would watch the progression of her methodic action, the smooth way her fingertips slid over the metal and plastic well hidden beneath the gleaming hood, as if caressing a dear pet. Naturally she would hope there were other musings besides the evident perusal of her action and body. That was expected – the comfortable clothes she wore insured that there would be attention – the wolf liked getting away with as little as possible when it was the fussiest. As Sombra’s cool voice filled the air in explanation to what she found, the night began to close in and the chill set in on the air.
She was grateful for the break from the hot weather, California nights were always enjoyable. The response to her rhetoric only induced a slight inclination of her skull – not concerned with his lifespan or the environment. She would long be dead before either came of importance. Despite the low register he spoke in her heightened senses picked up the noise easily. Rocking back on her heels she had then approached her own vehicles and begun to wipe down the previously immaculate interior, taking smoothing wipes to the leather and picking at a stray hair or two with the slight wrinkling of her nostrils.
She was a neat freak.
Her residence was immaculate as well – bare of fur and of smell save for the faint scent of peach thanks to the incense she periodically burned to keep that warm inviting scent about and welcoming her with each return. After all without such an addition it would be utterly blank and disinteresting, this way there was a flourish of harvest smell to greet her with each entry.
The liquid, masculine tone of the vampire brought her back to the present just long enough to catch his incredulous sentence, though it could only induce a faint grin in response. She did eat humans. Women, children, men…they were all the same. A murderer? Yes, sometimes. Though human food wasn’t particularly bad either. She enjoyed steak and bacon, French fries occasionally, kiwi and various other random commodities. ”If you cook them right it hardly matters what germs they carry.” She stated quietly, despite the fact she never cured her dinner. There was just no point – her immune system could knock out whatever was wrong with them.
As she posed the sarcastic question, her focus upon the automotive his response was not at all surprising, narcissist that he was. One of my cars, he says. At that point her mocha oculi rolled but she did not speak, skull tipped and lips pursed in focus on cleaning every last bit of dirt from the vehicle. Observing the motion of his removal of the dark shades, pupils narrowing at his next words. He knew the response to that would be none too kind. In fact it would be downright hostile. Sombra was not one to pursue or be pursued willingly. Whether that was due to fear of intimacy or distrust of others is difficult to tell – she simply disliked the idea that she had become another’s prey.
The next declarative ended much too much like an interrogative and she paused before her response, leaning back in the seat to pronounce an obviously skeptical look at him. ”Do I seem the type who needs to be checked up on? I feel like I’m five.” Oculi rolled at that point, again, and she slid out of the vehicle just enough to drape her slender and golden tanned legs out of the side, fingertips grasping the top of the door frame above her. The next inquiry wasn’t startling at all…and almost seemed unnecessary. She nodded simply in affirmative, Ebony was hers, she’d paid her off within a year of opting to purchase her.
The acknowledgement of the engine induced a faint smirk as she glanced at the hood adoringly. ”V10.” A light frown was induced by her next thought, which she spoke out loud, surprisingly enough. ”Though she hardly gets to flex.” Sombra rarely drove very far, though speeding was common, a good gallop was a rarity and she suddenly felt guilty over wasting the vehicle’s potential. Articulations ran through the rich crimson locks thoughtfully as she ascended and moved past him to the office, retrieving the Porsche’s keys before sliding into its driver’s seat and backing it into the parking space about ten feet deeper into the garage. Its resting place for the night.
The owner would not receive it with the required modifications until she received payment, not that she needed the money but Ms. Delgadiallo was somewhat straight laced when it came to financial dealings and she expected that respect to be given…otherwise she would simply take what was hers and not think twice about it. Returning to the front of the architecture where he stood, placid mahogany eyes addressed his presence directly as she came to a halt, her hips gaining an angle as her palms found them. A brow ascended as she eyed him briefly, defiantly and without apprehension. ”So are we going to talk cars all night? Have you studied that much?” She questioned his knowledge.
Yup, that was Sombra, a true pistol and unwilling to skate around her thoughts most of the time. Thinking about sticking around? May I suggest the addition of a cup then? |
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