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Post by Georgia Jeffries on Jun 17, 2008 7:05:44 GMT -8
Rating PG. Characters added at plays discression (OCC Note: I'm just trying to get my character involved and I'm too antsy for more characters to sign up. Get involved if you want, or not... in which case I fail  ) |
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Post by Georgia Jeffries on Jun 17, 2008 7:09:35 GMT -8
Georgia at once both loved and hated the Los Angeles auto show. Scantily clad, barely legal Japanese girls in bikinis who rubbed their bodies against cars as if they were ridiculously rich old men. She tried to keep her distance from them, as they would often sneer at her as she walked past them. They were catty, and unlike the underage boys who came to gawk at them (the women, not the cars) Georgia found no greater pleasure then tooling around with engine grease in incredibly expensive cars. It was the only reason she picked up a temp job with one of the customization crews that was attending the show.
The sound of airbrushes and fume vents, the smell of gasoline and fresh rubber filled the space they were working in which was surrounded by a crowd of people watching and pointing to different aspects of the work being done. Georgia hardly even noticed any of them where there. She was elbow deep in a 1967 Shelby GT 500, hands covered in black, but not one spot on the white collared shirt she was wearing, sleeves rolled up to her elbow. The cars had been donated as blank canvases and were being customized and auctioned for charity. There were seven cars in all, and Georgia knew that if she did it right, hers would sell for the most. This car was often saught after by collecters to sit in a large garage for all time. Not to be driven but only to be envied. She was disgusted at the thought as she skillfully yet quickly installed a cold air intake.
Grinning, she stood up and arched her back after being bent over for so long. She immediately pulled a rag from the belt loop of her faded jeans and wiped her hands before she used her forearm to wipe a bead of sweat off her brow. Before looking out into the crowd. Several older men in expensive suits were gazing over the vehicles and taping their chins in thought as if they were reading a menu.
Sighing, Georgia wiped her cheek, leaving a black smudge behind before she went back to tuning the intake.
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