[center][h1][color=fff200]Siobhan[/color][/h1][/center][hr][center][h2]Location: Apex Designs; Tuesday Late Afternoon[/h2][/center][center][h3]Interaction:  [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4491960]Joel[/url] ([@Pilatus])[/h3][/center][hr][center][h3]Mentions: [/h3][/center][hr]Siobhan drives the Stingray into Apex Designs Tuesday late afternoon. She hops out of the car and she’s in blue chucks, high waisted jean leggings, and a white undershirt. Her hair is lose to the middle of her back.[color=fff200] “Mr. Nicolosi this is Karen.”[/color] It’s a black Stingray with gray interior. The tires look new and she’s shined up nicely but it’s obvious that the car is old but in good condition.[color=fff200] “Karen is my biological mother’s name; and this was her car. The only thing left to me after she died. I know the Murphy’s adopted me but this is somehow special. You understand right?” [/color]Siobhan walks around the car lovingly running a hand over the dips and curves of the car. She smiles fondly at the car.[color=fff200] “So Karen is a 1973 Stingray, as you can tell, but it’s what’s inside that makes her special. Her previous owner had her original V8 LS-4 upgraded to a LS-5. Plus Karen is one of the 45 models that have RPO Z07. She needs an update in color. Heaven forbid if someone scratch her. And I’d love to see if we can get her motor running better. She has a bit of a stutter sometimes and I want that fixed. We can update her with all the bells and whistles as well. Ideally I want Karen to look and feel better than when I brought her in. So still think you can handle this after Tokyo?”[/color] Siobhan pushes her hair out of her face and looks up at Joel with a smirk as she comes around the car. She dangles the keys at him and smiles wickedly.[color=fff200] “Miss me?” [/color]

[b][center][h2]Joel Nicolosi[/h2][/center][/b]

The metal was heavy and the work was light at Apex Designs. Since he returned home to the shop on Sunday night there was nothing but a steady stream of visitors outside the shop from Monday when he opened his bay door all the way up to Tuesday afternoon. These were people he didn’t mind, [i]real people[/i]; the ones that stuck with him since he opened the shop, not the calamitous hordes still roaring for his attention. Congratulations went all around and hearty slaps on the back. Joel hadn’t really done anything other than hang out and pack for his trip. The 300 sat with its nose partially out the front door, low to the ground. It was the only car in the shop. People wanted to see. To see the black paint rubbed off from the Japanese GT-R. The sizable trophy sat wedged in the driver’s seat and the American flag he carried at the end of the race was resting over the rear glass. Joel sat in a folding chair with a few other locals chatting it up with beers in hand. The morning shift had just let out from the factory down the street, some of the workers that sat around with him were walking home from work.

The weather was brisk, but not unbearable for late afternoon. The sun was beginning its final descent over Southside. Joel had on his customary cargo shorts and a black Caterpillar Equipment hoodie. His Jeep was parked up on the curb. A chorus of laughter could be heard as Joel recounted some of the ridiculous interviews he’d been forced to endure on Sunday. He was enjoying himself immensely and hadn’t even thought much of the drama that came from the Gala. Marlin had texted him a few times, but he hadn’t heard a word out of Sio or her junk Corvette. The problem with the former was that he still hadn’t even heard so much as an apology for that night. It was like she was just hoping it would blow over and they could go on like nothing happened. No one seemed the least bit interested in [i]why[/i] he got up and left the party. If she couldn’t see that then that door was promptly going to close. [i]No…[/i] He thought. [i]Not just close- slam, hard and in her face[/i]

It was about that time he heard a tired sounding V8 come around the block. All turned their head to see the wavy Corvette pull up though most of the men, Joel included, were more interested in what was getting out of the car. He liked the way she looked. Sneakers and jeans suited her better than a dress. She looked like she came right up from Southside. As she talked he got up from his seat, Blue Moon in hand and walked around the car, coming back to his senses as he looked at it. [i]Sentimental value, of course, who would pay money to do anything with this?[/i] Visually, it was in decent shape and though the tires looked new, if they were going to get into anything serious or remotely creative, all those things she was so proud of were going to have to go. “Hello Siobhan.” Joel said. He made a point to speak the words very specifically since she hadn’t even bothered to say hello before going into her spiel. A freight train horn sounded in the distance as he let her finish. “Yeah, all that is crap,” He said one hand in his pocket as he rounded the rear quarter and looked at her holding the keys. “Old tech, useless, kind of like calling me ‘Mr. Nicolosi’ and expecting me to do any work for you.”


Apex Designs Soundtrack 
[YouTube]https://youtu.be/DScZ42PPIyo[/Youtube]

[hr][color=fff200][center][h2]Siobhan Jude Murphy[/h2][/center][/color][hr]Siobhan raised an eyebrow archly and gracefully tossing the keys up and down catching them as she moved to the beat of the music around the shop. The gritty raw metal suited Joel. Something about romance and death.[color=fff200][i] Interesting. Possibly the mood he's in.[/i][/color] She came back around shamelessly winking and harmlessly flirting with the older men who flirted with her making friends as she circled back to Joel moving in close so she didn't have to yell.[color=fff200] “Hello Joel. If you want you can call me Van. Nice setup,” [/color]She points out the 300, [color=fff200]“bet that baby was nice to race. Really nice crowd. Total sweethearts. Interesting choice in music. Song title Romance is Dead? Who's it by?” [/color]

She tossed Joel the keys hoping he'd catch them on the fly. She sauntered over to the Vet and leaned over and popped the hood for him. And walking over leaned down to get the catch on the back of the hood and opened Karen up. She gave off an innocent air of just trying to be one of the guys not realizing the attention she was receiving. 

Turning back to Joel she smiled saying, well practically yelling over the growling lyrics,[color=fff200] “And talk to me about [b][i]your [/i][/b]ideas for Karen. She needs an overhaul in my opinion but I'd rather like to hear from the professional.”[/color]