SEXUALITY
Bi
OCCUPATION
Garage owner
Beta Mutant
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May 19, 2019 19:06:52 GMT
Post by Novella Davenport on May 19, 2019 19:06:52 GMT
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AGE
18
SEXUALITY
Bisexual
OCCUPATION
Student, works at Advance Auto
Beta Mutant
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May 20, 2019 14:55:07 GMT
Post by Jennifer Kern on May 20, 2019 14:55:07 GMT
Laying there on the bed in her dark apartment, Jennifer stared up into the darkness that encased around her. It was early morning hours, so early that the sun wasn’t up yet. Turning her head a bit and looking over at her alarm clock, she looked at the red digital numbers. It read to her that it was 4:33 am, and she had to be at work in an hour to get the store opened and get it ready for the day. An hour prior, she had gotten showered and slid on her black and red uniform except for her name tag, that was hanging around her bedroom’s door knob since it was on a cloth strap in a necklace like fashion. The black Advance autozone polo shirt was soft on her as she slowly sat up with a groan. Once fully sitting up, she rubbed her hand across her face and then moved some of the black bangs of her hair back by running her hand through her hair. “Damnit...wish I was off today....I need some coffee.” She said to herself outloud as Jen pushed herself up onto her feet.
Walking out of the bedroom and into the living room, she cut right to the kitchen as she turned the light dial so the lightbulb came to life but was dim for the time being, enough light so that she can see everything around her. Getting to the coffee pot, her thumb hit the on button as it’s little green lights came to life and began heating up the water inside where it would dispense into her thermal traveling mug that already had her French vanilla creamer in it. Reaching into her black denim jeans pocket, she pulled out her cellphone and turned on Spotify. Sliding through her list of songs, she decided on listening first to was a song by a band called HELLYEAH, Love Falls. With the music playing, she turned around and leaned her rear against the counter as she was checking the news feed on her Facebook page, most of it was the typical nonsense of hating some sort of law enforcement or government branch, people ranting about relationships, work, countless internet threats with their internet muscles yada yada yada. Thrilling times we live in for sure.
Have you cried yourself to sleep Have you felt this incomplete Have you ever cut yourself so deep to see if you still bleed Do you ever feel wanted Do you ever feel needed Do you ever feel happy Or are you just like me
Turning off her Facebook app as it felt like a waste of time for her since not many people talked to her. Only time someone messaged her was asking for help with a mechanical question or what parts they should order. Things like that. Never ‘Hey Jen, want to hang out some time?’ Or, ‘Yo, want to catch a film or watch a street race?’ It made her feel lonely deep down inside of herself as she stood there listening to the coffee pour into the mug behind her. Sighing to herself, she went into her emails and checked her work schedule which was emailed to each employee by the managers. Looking at it, she saw that she had the next three days off, but she had to do a double shift that day. 5:30 am-7:30 pm, which was the the time the store closed. Seeing that she had to open the store and even close up, she thought to herself that she should be a damn manager for doing this shit.
I'm hanging by a thread, a rope, the noose around my neck I choke, 'cause every time I'm fallin' love falls out of me I'm hardened like a rock, a stone, the brick inside my chest Alone 'cause every time I'm fallin' love falls out of me Love falls out of me
Shaking her head as she set her phone down onto the counter behind her, she heard the beeping sound that her coffee was done. Turning around, she picked it up from the coffee maker and sipped it. The sweet taste of the vanilla flavored coffee hit her tongue and made her forget about her annoyances at her current job. “Mmmm, that hits the spot...if only I had some Irish cream and I was 21, would make this coffee taste so much better.” Walking over to her small dinning table that had three chairs since one side was up against the one window, she set her mug down and pick up her wallet tucking it into her back pocket. Taking hold of it’s chain, she hooked it to her one belt loop in the front. Drinking the rest of her coffee, she then took out one of the four gallons of milk she had in the fridge. Breaking the seal and taking the cap off, Jen lifted it up and began chugging it. With breaks here and there, she made short work of the milk and tossed the empty plastic gallon into the trash can. Life was a basic routine and not much of social life, some thanks to her mutation.
Have you ever wished for death And prayed all night for your last breath Have you ever wanted to forget the feeling of your dreams Because I never feel wanted And I never feel needed And I'll never be happy But I guess that's just me
Grabbing her Bluetooth, turning it on and hooking it over her right ear, she was listening to the music through that now as she went around the apartment getting her things. Slipping on her riding gloves and her black riding boots that had steel toes, then grabbed her helmet. With everything she needed Jen took the keys off the hook near the apartment door and was out the door she went. Going down the stairs until she was in the parking garage, she made her way over to her bike. Slipping over the seat, her hand slid in the key into the ignition and turned it on. The Orange lights and engine came to life. Putting on her helmet and clicking the chin strap, she lifted the kickstand and backed out of her space. Once she was out, she shifted gears with her right foot and pulled back lightly on the accelerator causing the bike to lightly ride out until she was on the asphalt where she then pulled back on it causing the bike to speed up rapidly and her foot was changing gears pretty quickly.
Even though she was a female, a lot of people at first thought she was a guy due how she dressed and looked, especially when they saw her backside or from the sides. It was when she spoke and mentioned about how she didn’t have a dick or balls but thanked them for the compliment she guessed that they realized their error in judgement. Zigzagging through the streets and around cars, she made it to her job with ten minutes to spare. Turning the bike and it’s lights off, she locked the steering column and gotten off. Hurrying across the parking lot, she took her keys and went through them all until she found the key for the front door. Unlocking it, she stepped inside and turned on the lights. On the long counter that had the row of computers and registers, she saw a big shipping box sitting there with a note attached to it by tape. Going over to it, she yanked the paper off and read it out loud.
“Jen, the fuel injection system order for Ms. Sarah Stevenson came in. Please call her when you get a chance and let her know. Sincerely, The Hunk of the....are you serious? Did you seriously call yourself the hunk of the store? Jesus...you would have thought me saying no the first dozen times would have gotten through his head by now.” Taking off her helmet and shaking her hair a bit, she turned on all of the monitors since the towers or registers were never turned off. Taking her helmet and gloves into the back, she stuffed them into her locker and took out her mechanics gloves and stuffed them into the other back pocket. Once the store was ready for customers, she flipped the sign saying it’s open and went behind the counter. Even though she had to be in at 5:30, the store didn’t actually open until 7 am. The first few customers within two hours only came in for quarts of oil, windshield whipper fluid and even a fix a flat.
Once 9 am came, she went onto the computer and typed in the name for Ms. Stevenson. Seeing her name and number come up, she picked up the stores wireless phone and dialed it. She listened to it ring a few times before an older sounding man answered it. “Hello?” He asked, “Hi, is this Mr. Stevenson? This is Jennifer from Advance Autozone. The Fuel injection system that your daughter needs for her Mustang came in and is ready.” , “Oh...well...I’m sorry to say this but we actually picked one up yesterday. Didn’t want my little girl waiting a day for the part to come in.” Jennifer stood there dumb struck at what she heard. “I-I’m sorry sir, but you ordered the part at 1:48 pm yesterday. We had this part shipped to be in early and spent extra for it.” That’s when the guy hung up on her. Taking in a slow deep breath and holding it, she hung up the phone and slammed it in it’s cradle. Letting all that air out at once from her yelling. Jennifer picked up the box and carried it to the rows of metal storages shelves. Placing the fuel injection system down in the spot it would be at, Jen shook her head as she went to the front.
Now they had a fuel injection system sitting in the back and most likely just gather dust. She needed to find someone who needed one. But for now, she began to look up the other orders that were made and to see when the parts would come in. Looking at the screen, she saw there was a carbirator, exhaust pipe, wiring harness for a Dodge Ram pickup that is enroute to the store and is estimated to be there are around 1 pm. A gas float for a 2009 Camero gas tank was also on its way and was to be there at the same time. Groaning to herself, she leaned forward and placed her forehead onto the heavy counter top. Closing her eyes for a moment, she rolled her head back and forth before standing upright again. “Ok..the next person to come on shift will be in about twenty min-“ as she was about to finish her statement, the phone rang. Looking at it, she hit the answer button and answered it. “Good morning, Advance Autozone, this is Jennifer speaking. How can I help you?” , “Jen, it’s John. Listen, I can’t make it in today. Came down with a stomach bu-“ Jennifer hung up the phone and then threw it across the store. “God damnit!” She yelled. He was the only other person that was supposed to be in today with her.
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SEXUALITY
Bi
OCCUPATION
Garage owner
Beta Mutant
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May 21, 2019 12:38:26 GMT
Post by Novella Davenport on May 21, 2019 12:38:26 GMT
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AGE
18
SEXUALITY
Bisexual
OCCUPATION
Student, works at Advance Auto
Beta Mutant
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Post by Jennifer Kern on Jun 6, 2019 11:13:58 GMT
If the note and then having a customer declining a part that was specially ordered was any indication of how her day was going to turn out, she would have guessed it might have been an alright day. But instead, she was going to be proven wrong about that theory. It was going to be busy and a nightmare. Customers Egan to flood the store causing her to be busy and running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Going into the back grabbing different parts for the vehicles that was requested, rushing out onto the floor helping to find the different fluids and tools that they sold, and it wasn’t even ten yet. When the crowd was dying down and her helping them as best as she could, a spoiled preppy brat strolled in with her small pink purse, knee high dress and pink high heels. Seeing the outfit all but made her gag. ”Hey uh, listen...my caaar is not running riiiight. Can you like, do your jooob and check it out? Pretty sure that they pay you to work, not just stand around. Gawd.” Silently groaning to herself, she pulled her mechanic gloves out from her back pocket and stepped around the counter.
Looking out the front doors, she saw the pink 2000 Z3 BMW sitting in the parking lot. “I’m guessing it’s the BMW?” Jenna asked as she tightened the Velcro straps on the top of her gloves after slipping them on. ”Well duuuuh. Your like, a sharp one in the barn house aren’t you?” Clenching her jaw shut, she walked outside as Miss High and mighty princess followed and was on her phone. Texting, taking selfies, talking to someone or a group of people. It was annoying. Walking across the parking lot, she reached in from the opening thanks to the lack of the rag top not being up, she undid the latch for the hood. Going to the front, she reached down and lifted the hood up. Once it was up, she felt the heat just bellow out from it. Waving her hand back and forth trying to dissipate it a bit so that she could lean in. Once she was comfortable enough, she figured she would check the fluids first. And that was the problem. The oil and the coolant for it was empty. Shaking her head a bit, she stepped away from this whole mess and went back to the store. Grabbing a quart of oil and coolant, she walked back out to the car cracking the seals for both bottles, she began filling both of them up. Once they were filled, she closed both the bottles and went back over to the driver side and reached in. Grabbing the keys, she turned on the engine and let it run for a bit before turning it off and taking the keys out.
“Ok, your car is good for now. Gotta make sure you keep up with the fluids for the engine. Now if you can follow me and pay for the fluids, you’ll be set to go.” Jennifer explained as she went back to the front and closed the hood. Walking back to the store with the keys still in her hand, she heard Ms Princess get into the car and tried to leave. But your not getting far without your car keys and she realized what Jen did. People can hear her complaining as she stepped out and chased after Jen into the store who was now behind the counter and ringing up the purchase. “Your total will be 17.49 Miss.” The school student took out a debit card and tossed it at Jennifer. Picking up the plastic card from the counter, she slid it through the machine and soon, the order was done. Giving her her recite and card back, Jennifer then handed her the keys back and out the Princess left the store in a hurry. The store was empty for now as she turned around and leaned her back against the counter and let out a groan. The worker didn’t hear anyone walk in as she stood there thinking to herself and looking over her paper tablet of what she needed to do. Check lists, a blessing and a curse. From behind her, she heard a woman behind her asking for a fuel injector for a ‘69 Mustang. She didn’t care being called sir as she stood straight up and walked into the part section.
Walking down the one aisle of parts, she picked up the box with the fuel injection system. It was what the woman was looking for, the very one that she had ordered and the customer didn’t want it anymore. Walking back from the part shelving, she set it down with a smile. “Here we go, and sorry Ma’am, I’m not a guy. But thank you I guess? Hahaha” Jen tried to joke a bit as she chuckled. Her dark amber colored eyes looked the woman over, at least what she could see since the counter was blocking half of the woman’s body from her view. Typing up on the computer the purchase order, she would then scan the box. “Your order today iiiis.....$82.50 Miss. Will it be cash, check, Debit or credit?” Jen asked, it was a typical question to ask that was drilled into their heads when an order was in the system. But her eyes wondered a bit taking in the sexy woman’s figure and how she was dressed. It caused her heart to skip a beat.
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SEXUALITY
Bi
OCCUPATION
Garage owner
Beta Mutant
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Jun 15, 2019 14:08:35 GMT
Post by Novella Davenport on Jun 15, 2019 14:08:35 GMT
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The shop was basically empty now other than her and Justin beiber at the counter. Watching the guy walk off she was a bit steamed since they didn't respond and she just dared them to come back and say she needed to have a diagnostics done on her 'car'. It was a common occurrence at most parts shops which is why she ordered for whole sale outlets normally. There was a bit of a vacant expression on her face as the worker came back and it softened when she realized now she made a mistake. In front of her was a chick with a cute pixie haircut.
[break][break] One who seemed rather annoyed with her current work situation and that just made it so much easier. Novella had a habit of stealing the cuter women to work for her. It was good for business and kept the shop running and making more money than most of her competitors. "I'm so sorry for calling you sir but you are a life saver with this system." Novella spoke with a huge grin and handed her car over for the payment. "Hey listen if you ever get sick of working with a bunch of assholes, I'll pay you near double what you make her to come to work for me. Mustang Sally's Check us out okay?"
[break][break] Handing over a business card she grabbed the box and her receipt that was wrapped around her card. Okay for a moment she figured this day wasn't gonna be so bad. Giving a wink to the girl behind the counter she quickly moved out the door towards her car in the mostly empty lot. She didn't really notice her asshole boyfriends truck at the side of the building. After she put the part box in the back she turned and he was there in front of her. 'Why didnt you text me back Ella?'
[break][break] He asked as he put his hand beside her head on the work truck, There was that same cold look in his eye and he smelled like he already killed a bottle of jack. "Go home Brad, You're drunk and I have to work." She spoke to him trying to hide the nervousness in her voice.His face contorted in this weird grimace and grin before a small bit of laughter escape his lips. She tried to moved away but his hand seized her throat and slammed her head back into the truck.The ringing in her ears was loud and she was a bit disoriented as she felt herself being drug by the hair.
[break][break] Around the side of the building he was pulling her along. When she struggled he turned and punched her right in the jaw.which caused her to hit the ground. A roar was suddenly heard and out of the bright light in the sky a white shiny dragon appeared. It landed in the parking lot and stood over her causing Brad to bail out and drive away in his truck. Novella slowly sat up between the massive legs of the beast and her hand gently touched its nose.
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Bisexual
OCCUPATION
Student, works at Advance Auto
Beta Mutant
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Jul 23, 2019 12:53:07 GMT
Post by Jennifer Kern on Jul 23, 2019 12:53:07 GMT
The customer apologized for mistaking Jen for a guy and then stated that she was a life saver as she handed her card to swipe into the machine. As she took it and began to type in the computer for debit and swiped the card. Novella said if Jen didn’t want to work at Advance Autozone anymore, that she would gladly hire her and pay double or even more then what they were paying her. Raising an eyebrow, she looked at her with a smile as she hit no cash back. With the receipt printing out, her eyes saw the business card with the name, Mustang Sally’s on it. Taking it and slipping it into her back pocket, she stuck the debit card into the receipt. “I will definitely check your shop out...it is getting annoying to work here and being the only chick. And no need to apologize, many people first think I’m a guy when they see me.” Jennifer explained as Novella took back her card, receipt and her order and left. Jen watched her walk out of the store and was going across the parking lot. Frowning a bit, Jen let out a sigh. With a day she has been having, she needed a cigarette. Slipping her phone out of her pocket and the business card. Typing in the address in the gps, she saw that the business wasn’t to far from where she lived and currently worked at. The sound of a bang snapped her out of her train of thought. Turning her head in the direction of the noise, she saw Novella being dragged across the parking lot towards the end of the strip of stores by a guy.
Store policy came slamming her mind that she couldnt get involved, especially when she was the only one manning the store. Biting her lower lip and thought about it for a moment. Reaching for her name tag, she ripped it off and tossed it down onto the counter and ran out of the store. As she was running down the cement path, there was a loud roar and a heavy crash. The same guy dragging Novella was seen driving a truck out from the side of the buildings. A sharp point of bone came forth from her forearm’s skin and when she aimed it at the truck trying to keep a lead in front of the speeding truck, it shot forth from her forearm to show a two foot long bone like speak pierced through the steel of the bed hitting the fuel tank. Fuel was starting to come out the bottom of the truck as it kept going. Turning, she ran down the cement and rounded the corner and stopped dead in her tracks to see a dragon in front of her and Novella was in between it’s legs. A fucking Dragon, aren’t those things a myth or something like that? Raising her hands up a bit, she didn’t know how to deal with something that big. Was there like a procedure or a way to act around these things? These were things you just couldn’t google while the dragon looked down at her. “Ms. Davenport, are you ok?...and is that thing your pet or something? Don’t think some of the people who’s car’s are under it’s tail is going to like seeing parts of their vehicles smashed in.” Reaching her one hand over to towards Novella, Jen would offer to her. “Why don’t you come back into the store in the AC? Also in case if that...guy...comes back, but I highly doubt he will make it back unless he walks. I reckon he’s going to be low on fuel pretty soon.” A smirk came across her lips as she waited for a response. Getting her hand, she helped her walk back to the store.
Opening the door, she helped her into the store. Walking her over towards the back, she opened the door to the employee lounge and helped her to the couch. Jennifer went to the sink grabbing a cup and filled it with cold water. Handing it to Novella, she began to check her over for injuries and saw a big red mark on her head. Frowning, she went to the fridge grabbing the ice cube tray and a plastic bag. Filling the bag with ice cubes and closing it, she went back over to her and placed it on the side of her head. “He did a roll on you girl....guessing a lover of yours?” She asked lightly.
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