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[MARY JEAN MCCORMICK .]

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Since starting college, Mary had done her best to come across as just a regular human being. It wasn't that she resented being an angel, in fact, she rather liked it. But when it came to college, she suspected that the majority of her classmates were 'normal', and Mary wanted to have something of a real college experience. She wasn't like her brothers or parents, who still looked reasonably young, but in reality, were centuries upon centuries old. She was only nineteen, and Mary wanted to make the most of that as she possibly could.

So when Damon came along, inviting her for what could only be a date, Mary embraced the opportunity. Although she'd gone on dates before, Mary still couldn't help but feel a little excited. It was about as normal as you could get, and Damon was so far removed from the frat boys that Mary went to college with, that Mary knew she'd have a good time, and wouldn't have to worry about him pawing at her the entire night. So she'd taken her time getting ready. applying as little make up as she could, and slipping into a pair of jeans and shirt so that she was comfortable. Finally ready to head out the door, Mary saw that she had twenty minutes to spare, more than enough time to make her way towards where she had agreed to meet her new friend. Deciding being early was far better than making Damon wait for her, Mary headed out the door, locking it behind her.

And it was just her luck. Mary's car had decided to die on her for whatever reason, forcing her to cancel the plans she had made previously. Which was a shame because she'd found, even over such a limited space of time, that she rather enjoyed Damon's company. She wasn't all too sure where it was going, or what it even was, but simply liking the fact she could goof off with him and not care about well, anything was enough for Mary to know that she liked him. So, it wasn't until she was certain there was nothing that could be done to get her car to start that she'd returned to her dorm and called him. The tattooist didn't seem too disappointed that she had to cancel on him, and instead gave her the number of a local mechanic who should be able to help her out. Once she'd hung up the call, Mary's fingers hovered over the buttons, a little unsure of what to do. Usually, one of her brothers' was able to help her out when it came to her old rust bucket of a car, but for once, Mary didn't feel like calling them. She couldn't expect them to run around after her anymore, right? She was old enough to look out for herself. So instead of punching in either Jake's, Eli's, Abel's, or Abe's number, Mary rung the mechanic, and before long, had organized a tow truck to meet Molly's car in the dorm carpark in twenty minutes or so.

With her dorm-mate out God knew where, Mary decided she had nothing better to do but go along with her car and make sure the mechanics didn't hurt her baby. Gathering her things and throwing them into her handbag, Mary walked past a mirror. For a moment, she paused, contemplating washing off the light make up she'd put on in preparation for her date, but she thought better of it, shouldered her bag, and stepped out of her dormitory, locking the door behind her once again.

She was waiting by her car when the tow truck arrived, and after a short explanation, informing the driver that she was coming to the workshop with him, Mary jumped into the cab, almost eager to get going. Her knowledge of the inner workings of cars was not very extensive, so she saw this as an opportunity to broaden her horizons, and while she wouldn't be an expert by the end of it, Mary would hopefully understand a little more about the machinery by watching the mechanics at work.

But that wasn't the case. Upon arrival, she was directed to the reception, where she had to fill out form after form about her car, her insurance and whatever else was thrown in front of her. And then, when she rose from her seat and headed towards the door that lead to the workshop proper, she was practically ordered to take her seat. Heaving a sigh, Mary did as she was told, picking up a magazine and furiously thumbing through it, resolved that as soon as the receptionist directed their attention elsewhere, she'd leave the stuffy reception area for the workshop beyond.

[DANIEL ALEXANDER ARCHER .]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e; text-transform: lowercase;]with a coffee in his hand, daniel knew that he would be in for a long night. the shop had extended it's hours to the point where the last hour just got so boring that sometimes daniel would just pack up early and leave to go to a friends house for a party or something along those lines. recently, though, his boss had made it so that he had to stay late, what with the boss actually staying later himself, as well. it got extremely boring sometimes, trying to find something to keep busy with. more often than not, daniel would just end up making sure that all of the wrenches, nuts and bolts were all sorted and clean before his boss would hand him a mop and bucket to clean up the place. well, that's what he got for being one of the new guys. that didn't mean that he wasn't earning his place, daniel showed great promise when it came down to it. he knew his way around a car, having learned himself throughout his years of taking in rust buckets and fixing them up. in fact, he had done well for himself by doing so, making a pretty penny time and again when the finished product was shipped off. so, being in a shop was basically like being at home, except that he used other people's tools and had to follow certain rules which, telling the truth, he wasn't good at sometimes. however, the moment that he had walked in to the shop, he could see that he was going to be kept busy, for once. there were several cars that were being worked on, which meant were also going to be handed over to him once the details needed to be tweaked on. you know, all of the simple things that could easily be over looked. lifting the coffee to his lips, he took a sip and looked around, seeing that his boss was no where o be found, which was also somewhat comforting. as much as he respected the owner of the shop, he and the big man usually butted heads about a lot of things. it was his pride that got in the way, seeing as he was a sibling to the wolf who carried the sin. it didn't take him two minutes before he headed towards the back and got himself dressed in his grey jump suit, immediately rolling up the sleeves before he walked out of the break room area. having noticed that he had forgot his coffee, he turned to go back and get it, only to be stopped by one of his co-workers, having them explain that he had a car in stall four that he needed to look at. forgetting about the coffee, he walked towards the stall, seeing a fairly old, junky looking type of car and daniel felt right at home. he had seen this type of model before, probably figuring what the problem was before he had even popped the hood. walking up to the junker, he opened the hood and looked inside, immediately spotting the problem, they always made the water cooler caps so flimsy that they would usually pop right off; but, as he looked further, he could see more things wrong, which meant that he would actually need to get under the car. walking over towards the side of the stall, he pushed a button that lifted the car about a foot or two off the ground before grabbing a plank and tools. he knew that this wouldn't take long, he just hoped that the owner was patient enough to wait fifteen to twenty minutes. lying down on the plank, he rolled under the car and started to look through, finding a couple of things wrong with the engine as wrong as the undercarriage. luckily, they were easy fixes, ones that also didn't cost as much money as one would think. as he grabbed his wrench and started working on the car, he found himself getting dirt and grime all over his hands, transferring it to his forehead and nose as he wiped off sweat from them. [/style]

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SIX NINE FIVE WORDS FOR MARY/ HALO.

omg this is so bad, i'm sorry.

[MARY JEAN MCCORMICK .]

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Throughout her life, Mary'd had a slight problem with authority. She didn't exactly take well to being told what to do, unless it was her parents or somebody she knew had her best interests at heart, so basically being yelled at for being curious about what happened in the workshop got on Mary's nerves. Especially since her curiosity had always been encouraged by those around her, rather than squashed. She liked to think that if, perhaps the receptionist had been a little nicer about asking Mary to keep out of the working area she would have obeyed without question, but Mary knew it wouldn't be true. Since dialing the mechanics number, she'd had her heart set on learning more about the machinery she used to get around the place, and some grumpy old bitch wasn't going to stop her from doing so.

Over the top of the magazine, Mary watched as the receptionist hacked a cough, and stood up with the forms the younger woman had filled out earlier, exiting through the door behind the desk. Knowing this was perhaps the only chance she would have to go find her car, Mary got to her feet, returned her magazine to the pile, and made her way to the workshop door. She opened it slowly, the sound of heavy machinery erupting from the room beyond. Taking a quick glance behind her in case the receptionist had returned, Mary slipped through the door closing it behind her.

Unable to see any reason to sneak around, since the workshop was incredibly noisy and the workers were all busy doing their jobs, Mary took her time to walk through, her eyes scanning the entire area for any sign of her car. Walking past a few of the stalls, Mary finally saw the bright red body of her ancient automobile.

With a grin, she approached it, simply happy to lay her hand on the side of her car for a short time. she looked around the stall, admiring the dirt and grease that had settled over the entire room. It made her car's old paint job look almost painfully bright in comparison, when in any other location, it was terribly dull. While her eyes tried to take everything in, it was then that Mary finally noticed a pair of legs sticking out the end of her car. Unable to believe that she had missed spotting them before, Mary let out a short laugh, shaking her head. Feeling as if she should announce her presence to the mechanic currently working on her car, she cleared her throat.

"Hullo?" she called, moving around to stand next to the pair of grey-clad legs. "Any idea what's wrong with her yet?" Despite herself, she couldn't keep the amusement out of her voice. It looked a little ridiculous with the mechanics legs sticking out as they were and Mary fought the urge to let out a laugh.

[DANIEL ALEXANDER ARCHER .]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e; text-transform: lowercase;]for most of the morning, daniel had kept hmself in bed, not really feeling like he wanted to take on the day. the night prior had been a full moon and thus most of his energy was exerted throughout the night. obviously, daniel hated being in his wolf state, he hated not having that control and feeling that rage that surged through him that only made him want to kill and feed. luckily, all her had found were a couple of wild boars and a deer to keep him satisfied with his blood lust. though he had been out all night chasing wild animals, he didn't feel too bad in the morning, just tired and a bit sore, nothing like back when he first started to get used to his changes. from the time he was five to seven teen, he would wake up every time almost unable to move, his bones still trying to get used to the changes. now, he had no problem changing back and forth except for a bit of a hangover feeling he had when he woke up the next day. as he concentrated on tightening and loosening things around the undercarriage, he barely noticed the sound of feet walking up beside the car. well, why would he? the shop was fairly noisy most of the time, what with metal clanging against metal and loud machines whirring all at once. so, when he heard a voice, he got a tad bit startled and whacked his head on the bottom of the car, "ow." he murmured under his breath before he rubbed his forehead. why was she in here anyways? when he heard her question, he decided to wheeling himself out from under the woman's, or what he could only assume was owned by the sound of her voice. as he wheeled himself out from under the car, he slightly scolded her, "y'know, you really shouldn't be back here, miss. there's lots of dangerous...machinery..." when he had finally wheeled himself out all of the way and looked up at the girl, he was dumbfounded. it was almost like she was glowing. stopping in his tracked for a moment, he let himself stare at her for a second before he shook his head and released himself from the trance. climbing to his feet, he wiped his hands off on his pant legs before clearing his throat, "But uhm, yeah...I figured it out. Shouldn't be too long before she's ready to go again." he explained before he rubbed the back of his neck, feeling somewhat embarrassed that he had just stared like that. however, he couldn't help it, she had been nothing what he expected and it threw him off guard. what else was boy to do? [/style]

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FOUR FIVE SEVEN WORDS FOR MARY/ HALO.

omg this is so bad, i'm sorry.

[MARY JEAN MCCORMICK .]

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Hearing a bang followed by an 'ow', Mary couldn't hold her laughter in any longer. Letting out a short burst, she quickly got a handle on herself, forcing herself not to laugh at the poor guy's misfortune. "Sorry!" she apologized with a grimace, as he emerged from under the car, covered in filth. The sight of him made her grin once more, and unable to restrain herself, Mary just hoped he didn't think she was laughing at him.

Her eyes widened at the scolding, especially since from what she could determine from the grease covered features she could make out, the mechanic wasn't too much older than her. In his twenties, maybe. She was preparing a retort when she noticed his eyes on her, almost like he was... dumbstruck. Raising an eyebrow, and trying to play it casual, Mary felt a slight blush rising in her cheeks. She wasn't used to being stared at so... intently. Clearing her throat, she averted her eyes, the mechanic's gaze making her a little uncomfortable. Once she was sure he'd pulled himself back together, Mary let her eyes slide back to him, only to hear him speak once more.

"Well, what was it, then?" Mary couldn't help but ask, impatience creeping into her tone. It wasn't purposeful, she just really wanted to know what had gone awry with the car she'd been given to learn to drive in. She was glad to hear she'd be able to have it back that day, considering she'd have no other way of getting around without it. And Mary didn't really like the idea of having to borrow a car, since she was so used to driving her own. "Can you explain it to me? I'm curious." Turning away from the mechanic, Mary's attention returned to her car, her fingers drumming on the bodywork.

[DANIEL ALEXANDER ARCHER .]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #6d6d6d;] [style=padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; height: 475px; overflow: auto; color: #1e1e1e; text-transform: lowercase;]when daniel was handed cars, he never really knew just who they belonged to until after he was done fixing it. though, it was simple to see just what gender and personality someone had juts by looking at their car. mini vans were usually soccer moms, expensive sports cars were usually men going through a midlife crisis and anything small like a beetle or a fiat usually belonged to a prissy little rich girl. yeah, daniel had it down packed, but he had no idea that this care would belong to a girl this beautiful. honestly, he didn't really know what to do with himself, especially since he never really got tongue-tied, like he was now. yeah, he was a bit of a womanizer, but he was always polite about it and never just kicked out a girl in the morning. sometimes he would even cook breakfast for her. besides, it was a good way to make some sort of friends, or that's how daniel felt. when she laughed at him, he felt somewhat emasculated, but he knew that yeah, it was kind of funny that he hit his head. so, when he stood up and saw her, he completely let it slid, where usually he would ask 'what was so funny'. Plus, she had apologized and it was probably the most adorable apology he'd seen in years. however, he didn't exactly know why she was back here, seeing as he did make a point that there were dangerous machines around before he trailed off and got distracted by her beauty. though, when she asked what it was that was wrong with her car, daniel looked down at it and then back at her, "Oh, uh, well..." he scolded himself for his stammer - what was wrong with him? He cleared his throat again, trying to make it seem like he was having trouble talking because he actual voice was giving out, not because of the real reason, which was that he was trying so hard not to stare at her, "Your water cooler top popped off, so none of the water was going through your engine and i found some stuff under the under carriage that had been rattled around as well." he explained before he looked back at her, "It's shouldn't take me another five minutes to fix it." he added, and just like that he got back on the plank and rolled under the car. like he said, it wasn't five minutes before everything was fixed and the car was ready to go, "There we are." he said before she rolled back out and climbed to his feet. bring his hands down on the hood in a friendly type way, he smiled at her, "There you are, good as new." he stated before he looked back down at the car, "Well, the undercarriage is, anyway." he joked before he smirked at her, "Sorry, I didn't quite get your name?" [/style]

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FOUR NINE TWO WORDS FOR MARY/ HALO.

omg this is so bad, i'm sorry.

[MARY JEAN MCCORMICK .]

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Mary wasn't really accustomed to people staring at her. When it came to her appearance, she knew she wasn't a great beauty like her mother, or even as handsome as her father or some of her brothers. In comparison, Mare had always felt she was a little plain. Which was fine by her. But the way the mechanic was looking at her made Mary care about her appearance all of a sudden. Absentmindedly, she ran a hand through her thick mane of hair, wondering if it was messy, trying to distract herself from the man's gaze. She wasn't accustomed to being looked at quite the same way, but now that she was over the initial shock of it, was it weird that Mary kind of liked it, as awkward as it made her feel?

A small smile graced Mary's lips at the mechanic's inability to speak, but since she felt bad for laughing at him before, she did her best to mask it by looking back at her car. It was rather cute that he found her intimidating enough to lose his trail of thought, but when he cleared his throat, Mary's attention turned back to him once more. "Oh, okay. That's not as bad as I thought it'd be." she replied, nodding her head slowly. She knew that the water cooler was important, so despite her limited car knowledge, Mary understood it was a fairly big deal. But, luckily for her, it was a lot smaller than many of the other problems she'd dreamed up earlier about what else could be wrong with her car. Most of them had involved her engine exploding somehow, which she imagined would be nearly impossible to fix without replacing it entirely. "Alright." Mary chirped happily, as the mechanic said it would only be another five minutes or so.

Making no move back towards the reception area, Mary waited patiently as Daniel crawled under the car, Mary's curiosity was sated with the description she had gotten. For now, at least. Returning his smile, Mary let out a short laugh at Daniel's joke. "Yeah, it'd take a lot more to get this to be new again..." she mused aloud, shaking her head slowly. "Oh," Mary started, her laughter dying down as she held out her right hand towards him in order to shake his hand. It didn't matter that his hand was probably covered with grease; handshakes were the proper way to meet someone properly, were they not? "I'm Mary. And you are?"

[DANIEL ALEXANDER ARCHER .]

the bleeding heart perched on my shirt

[atrb=border,0,true] it had been the first time that daniel had ever found himself rendered completely speechless. the girl in front of him had some sort of unspeakable beauty that daniel found himself entranced by. it took everything he could muster to not keep staring at her blatantly, as he had before, if only out of common decency. daniel had been with many girls, though he wouldn't like to admit it, but none of them had been as breath-taking as this angel was in front of him. he could tell what she was if only because angels had this smell about them that it seemed only a wolf's nose could pick up. or, so daniel assumed. she smelled sweet, just as most female angels did, the males usually smelled stronger, but they weren't nearly as sweet. usually they smelled just natural, like a natural human scent, but excelled because of their supernaturality. it sounded odd, but that was at least how daniel could differenciate between races. vampires always smelled of blood, which only made sense because most of the ones he had run into had either just finished feeding or were on the hunt. after he had finished fixing the car and explained what had been wrong with it, he felt a sense of victory. he was just glad she wasn't the type of customer that tended to think they knew better, like they knew their car better than a mechanic would. he had to admit, sometimes it was true; say he would try to turn on a car to see something and it wouldn't start. he would get the owner to come in and they had some special way of turning the car on that worked. sometimes it was just how it was. however, when it came to the deep mechanics, it pissed of danie lto have people hovering and telling him that someone sounded wrong or that he wasn't doing something right. luckily, this girl seemed to just simply agree with him and her questions were more out of mere curiosity than anything else. laughing softly as she explained that it would take a lot tto make her car look new again, he shrugged, "hey, if it works, why worry about it?" he asked before he had asked for her name. when she had told it to him, he smiled and held out his hand, taking hers and shaking it, "daniel, nice to meet you." he introduced before he let go and looked over at her car again, "so, yeah. it should be good to go, i'm just gunna start her up and see how she does. if she sounds good, i'll pass her back to you." he added. as he spoke, he unzipped his jumpsuit and pulled it off his shoulders, revealing the black top he had underneath. he pulled it down just to his waist before he tied the sleeves in a knot, so it would stay that way. by revealing his torso, he also revealed the natural muscles he got from just being a werewolf, that and the work out that he usually did three days a week. walking over to the side, he pressed the button that brought down the car and unhinged it. he then pulled out the keys he used to get into the car and walked back up to it, unlocking the door before sliding into the driver's seat. putting the key into the ignition, he twisted the key and without much effort, the engine started effortlessly. a smile formed on his lips before he turned off the engine and stepped out, "yup, she should be all good to go. doesn't exactly pur liek a kitten, but she owrks fine."

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[MARY JEAN MCCORMICK .]

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Although the mechanic had explained what was wrong with her car, Mary was aware his explanation barely touched the surface of the inner workings of the engine. Like everything, she knew it would take a long, long time to actually understand how everything within the car worked, and for that, she admired the mechanics who excelled at their jobs. Feeling a little more self conscious now that she had caught the mechanic practically gawking at her, Mary held her tongue. She didn't want to pester him much more while he was working, in fear that he'd tell her to sit back in the reception area and get out of the way.

"hey, if it works, why worry about it?" Mary let out a laugh. "Well, that's what I think. Unfortunately, not everyone agrees with me." Mary shook her head slowly. Her brother's had been pestering her for months to get a new car, but she refused. Mary had grown far too attached to her red rust bucket to give it up until she'd run it into the ground. "Well, it's nice to meet you too, Daniel." Mary responded earnestly to the mechanic's introduction. She had to admit, it was nice to put a name to the face. She followed his gaze back to her car, giving a short nod to show she understood what he was saying. "Brilliant." she breathed, still not quite believing she'd be getting her car back that afternoon. Perhaps she could still meet up with Damon...

While trying to figure out the timing in her head, Mary's attention was suddenly directed elsewhere. Although she'd been staring into space while attempting to remake her plans, Daniel had stepped in front of her view. Mary's eyes followed the line of his now bare arms, noticing that he was quite muscular. It was unreal how long she felt herself staring at him, admiring him even, biting her lower lip in concentration. The sound of the engine made her jump, running a hand through her hair in an attempt to cover up her staring and her sudden jumping in fright. She was a little caught off guard by her own lack of self control, not ever having being one to stare at people so. she watched him step out of the car, her own lips parting into a grin at the sight of Daniel's smile. "Amazing. Thank you so much." Her gaze remained on his face for a few moments longer, before shaking her head slightly to regain her train of thought. "Um, so how much do I owe you?" she asked lamely, still a little distracted. "Or do I have to go get the paper work and do it that way?"

[DANIEL ALEXANDER ARCHER .]

the bleeding heart perched on my shirt

[atrb=border,0,true] having been a mechanic for some years, daniel knew a car pretty much inside out, he could work on any model of any year and he could make it run again. he had thought about possibly opening up his own business that specified in rare and exotic models but then he figured it would be far too much work. as ambitious as daniel was, he knew he would be around for a while so he figured he could take his time with this one. besides, if it was going to be his career for a majority of his life, may as well take it slow, just in case he figured he wanted to move onto something else. no doubt about it, though, he was the best mechanic in the shop, even if not a whole lot of people recognized it. it was because of how young he looked, even though he was actually older than most of the mechanics around him. as much as it sometimes pissed him off, he did work with a majority of humans and sometimes he didn't mind it. he was just glad his boss wasn't a human, otherwise he would be in a shit load of trouble if the order found out the body he left behind. when he heard her laugh, he immediately wanted to hear it again and again; he didn't know what it was but she was becoming infectious and he almost wanted to tell her to leave before he found himself thinking about her for the rest of the week. he knew that it was hopeless when ti came to the rest of the day, he knew that she would be in his head for until at least when his shift ended. maybe it was just the fact that she was an angel that truly got to him, he had always found them so beautiful but he had never managed to find one, seeing as most found him to be disgusting, just because of his wolf blood. he didn't understand why people needed to be so prejudice, everyone was basically the same. sure everyone had something different that they could do but what did that matter? on the inside everyone was pretty much the same, "i could easily say the same to you, mary. it's kind of a rarity to have someone storm in here with innocent questions, rather than just telling me i'm doing my job wrong." he explained and chuckled softly. as he started up the car, he was satisfied with the sound. he knew he had given the car another couple of years tops, if she took care of it well enough. it seemed as though she did, so he didn't worry too much about it. as he turned off the engine and stepped out of the car, he looked at her and was glad to see the satisfied look on her face. it was always nice to know that he had done his job properly and that people were actually satisfied with his work. it took him a moment to realize that the two of them were maintaining an intense eye contact. he couldn't look away from her and for some reason she seemed to be locked on his face as well. he could only assume that maybe he had some smudge on his face from working on her car, but he left it and let her shake her head, breaking the eye contact completely. clearing his throat he gestured towards the office, "i actually don't deal with any of the payment stuff. you do that inside with the receptionist." he explained before he gave her a small smile, "but you can tell her that dan said to give you a discount. how does that sound?" he asked before he handed her back her keys.

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