Just got Here, Already having Problems{Terri} OPEN

[Tiffany]

A pair of long legs were seen sticking out from under a classic Firebird. One knee was bent and exposed by a jagged tear in the worn-out jeans. Black smears of oil and grease marked the jeans and showed up light a dark bruise on her pale skin. A banging was heard echoing through the workshop, along with a livid curse. She growled and grabbed the tool she had dropped. She went back to work. She wiggled around on her roller and scooted up to better reach the area she was working on. One hand peeked out from under the car and wiped on the jeans, as she had done over and over again in the past hour she had been working on it. She sighed and let the wrench fall back on the concrete floor as she rolled out from under the car. Black hair was tied tightly to the back of her head in a long ponytail and put under her. It swung loose as she sat up. She placed her hands on her knees and let her silver eyes stare at the blackness that had replaced the previous ivory color of her skin. She swore and smacked her hand on the ground. "Got to call a professional..dont trust those greedy, blood sucking morons.." She stood up slowly, almost slipping on the roller that she had been laying on. She brushed her hands off again, this time on the back of her jeans, leaving marks on a previously clean section. "Stupid car.." She muttered turning around and kicking the tire. She stood straight up, one hand reaching up to pull her hairtie out. She shook her head, letting it go and sighed. "Welcome to Cassis, Principal Terri.." She muttered unhappily as she stared at her broken down car. "Had this thing for too long..Need a new one..But ..my dad gave me this car.." She muttered to herself. "Calling a professional..yes.." She decided, turning to find a telephone. "They better not try to con me.."

[Deon]

Marshall grunted as he mopped up an oil spill from a previous day's work on the machines in the workshop. What a job. It was beyond his ability to comprehend exactly why he was given such a shitty assignment, or at least, a shitty undercover personality. But orders were orders, and he followed them no matter how stupid they may seem, for he trusted in the superior intellect of his senior officers. Who was he to know how the government worked, anyway? He ran a dirty hand through his sleek black hair and wrinkled his nose at the myriad of unpleasant, pungent smells that resided in the garage. The steely tint of rusty metal, the hair-singing smell of spilled gasoline... it was all magnified in the folding tissues of his nose. A man of his stature and abilities shouldn't have to be condemned to a school scrubbing toilets and wallowing in filth that he was supposed to clean. But it was all for a good cause, right? Besides, he had a set of keys that enabled him to get anywhere in the school for any kind of surveillance he wanted, and had a constant alibi. After all, who would suspect a janitor?

Of course he had seen the principal tow her car into the garage. Nothing ever escaped his catlike eyes, especially the arrival of such an important person. So he had shuffled and mopped his way over here, a place that he had dreaded cleaning almost as much as the bathrooms. But people noticed more if the bathrooms were dirty than if there were oil spills on the ground of the workshop. God, the smells in there practically tore his nose right off his face. But there was no getting around it. Again, a shitty job. A shitty persona. Literally.

So the principal was having troubles with her car, huh? That was something he at least knew vaguely about. He never had a good car in his life, and always had to tinker with it. Might as well come in favor of the lioness in charge to lull the pack into a sense of stability, no? Besides, the value of good terms with the head honcho could never be underestimated.

"Well, eh, Miss," he started in a gruff voice, making his way over, tugging on his coveralls. "I would be glad to help you with that there car. I'm actually quite the guy when it comes to fixin' stuff."

[Tiffany]

Terri was jerked out of her thoughts by someone speaking to her. "Huh?!" She said, startled. "Oh..sorry..I thought I was alone." She turned around to confront him. "Umm..you think you can help?" She asked doubtfully. "On the way here it just puttered out and died. The gas tank is full..I thought maybe it might be bad gas so I drained it, cleaned it and refilled it..but nothing..so I checked the oil..it was good.." She continued to mutter on about everything wrong with her car. "I dont understand it..the check engine light never came on. Just died on me. I had to get it towed about twenty miles the rest of the way here." She said exasperated and angry, but a little sad that her father's old car had stopped working. "If you could get it to work..it would mean the world to me..Umm.." She stopped realizing not only had she not introduced herself, but hadn't even asked this man his name. Here he was trying to help..and she was only worried about the hunk of metal that, although it had served her well over the years, just died completely, leaving her stranded in the middle of nowhere. She blushed at her forgetfullness. "Im sorry..I'm Terri..the new principal of Cassis Academy..You are?" She asked, her eyes taking in the sight of the janitor. The neat v-like rows of holes on his face seemed to indicate..special smell? A janitor? Why would he want that position? It could hardly be suitable..She let the confusion show on her face. "Umm.. Sure..it would save me a lot of money if you would." She paused, giving him a doubtful look once more. "Unless you want payment?" She asked him slowly.

[Deon]

Marshall listened as she ticked off things that she had already checked. Good. It would at least save him some time. Then she remembered her manners, something that Marshall didn't have too much expertise in, and introduced herself, asked for his name. He smiled a toothy grin, showing rows upon rows of dangerously pointed shark teeth.

"Marshall Titus, Principal Terri. Nice to have a chance to help out someone as esteemed as you." He nodded his head slightly as he spoke, out of respect and courtesy, rather than offering his hand. He thought it would be best not to include his nickname in the greeting: Hannibal the Cannibal. "No payment is necessary, ma'am. Part of the job description, anyways. Fix stuff, clean stuff, unlock stuff, you name it. Besides, nothing wrong with helpin' someone in need, is there?" Another scary-looking smile. "Someone has to be the 'Good Samaritan.'"

He put down his mop, went over to the car, looked it over for a second, saw the keys in the ignition. He opened the driver's door, turned the key, and waited. Nothing. No sound. He shut his eyes for a moment, pausing for just the most fleeting second before he got out of the car, shut the door loudly, and pronounced her battery dead.

"You check it?" he asked, leaning on the hood of the car. "It's got no juice to it. Nothin'. Won't even start up. Couldn't feel no electric field period. Dead as a doorknob." He gestured with his hands the act of slitting his throat with his finger to signify its death. "And there's your problem. See, there's three things you need for an engine: fuel, spark, and compression. Battery gives your sparkplugs their energy. Without it, your engine's the hunk of useless metal it looks like. All you need's a jump start, 'cept I got no cables here. I'd recommend replacin' it, but if you just git it jumped then it should be fine, no hassle, no maintenance, no problem."

[Krispey]

Speedy, hastened strides entered Yoanna into the garage. As usual, she had been looking and glancing over her shoulders, for no apparent reasons at all. A long white tail of the lab coat followed behind her, as she was fully prepared for her first science classes amongst the gifteds. She figured that this whole thing would be easy breezey, just hopefully she wasn't too caught up in her job to remember what she was really there for. The clicking of her red high-heels against the cemented floor echoed throughout the garage. Her cinnamon brown gaze fell upon the back of Marshall, just after falling upon the principal of the school.
"Marshall. Is that you?" Her voice was very poised and straight-to-the-point. Her fingernails chincked together out of habit. She stopped beside him, her hands behind her back, foot tapping, head ocassionally turning back toward the enterance of the garage. "Aah. Ms. Terri. I thought that was you. Having car trouble, yes? Yes, looks like." Her words were naturally rushed, hastey to say the least. It was like one of those anoying telamarketers. You know, the ones you wanted to shove the phones down thier throats?

Her hand lifted, moving her hand through her silky brown bob. "Marshall, hows your job going?aving any luck?"

[Deon]

Marshall backed up from the side of Principal Terri's car and turned to look at his colleague. His gills flattened back against his face as he heard her voice -- he'd never looked forward to the sound. Man, she always let out a crazy electric field; always twitching, always... fidgeting. It was annoying, niggling at his mind. He usually didn't get along with people of such intellect, and Terri was no exception. Forget that they'd both been assigned to the same project -- she was practically a stranger to him. A smart, mysterious, superior to himself stranger whom he didn't like to be around. Then again, no one liked to be looked down to, especially someone with a temper and brute strength like Marshall. He got the brawn... a llittle short there on the brain. But he was more reliable than she would ever be. He didn't think much for himself.

"Welp, I was gittin' along jest fine, dispite whatever you think. I've figured out the problem. None of yer help is needed here." His voice had a hint of a cold disdain as he grimaced at her, displaying his his dangerous teeth, just enough to be noticeable, but not overpowering. With Marshall, there was always competition between colleagues, between friends, because he always felt he needed to prove himself. And he always came out on top through use of his brute, formidable force... whether or not he was the only one alive.

[Krispey]

Yoanna hadn't spoken much to Marshall before hand, and just, as usual, felt the need to make small talk.
"Welp, I was gittin' along jest fine, dispite whatever you think. I've figured out the problem. None of yer help is needed here."
Most would find his accent highly annoying, but Yoanna found it slightly amusing. As he showed off his highly sharpened teeth, Yoanna thought of a dog that snarled when it felt threatened. Was he threatened by her? How flattering! A smug smile crossed her chisled features, her tounge running across her sharpened teeth. He was the only one with sharp points...
Yoanna found herself snapping, letting out a sigh, and looking around at the same time. Before she knew it, her long pant covered legs were moving her closer to Marshall, stopping when she was within whispering distance.
"Marshall," Yoanna began in a hushed tone,"We're here to bring down the gifteds, not eachother. You know that." She stepped away, smiling at Prinicipal Terri...Her nails automatically began drumming on the hood of Terri's car, before she caught the fidgetting hand with her free one.

[Tiffany]

Terri paused at that. "The battery.." She whispered slowly. "Its...its...its so obvious.." She smacked her forehead lightly with her palm. "No, I wont buy a new one..I will find someway to jumpstart this one." She said distractedly. She was already trying to think of a way to get that done. She heard a distant clicking of high heels coming closer and she looked up just in time to see a woman in a lab coat. Her eyebrows raised. "Science right?" She asked quietly, not wanting to disrupt what was going on between the two. He definitely knew her, and it seemed like he was not pleased at her presence. She frowned looking between the man and woman. "Umm..I am going to leave you be while I try to find someone to help okay?" She said quickly and suredly."Thank you so much for your help." She said, bowing shortly at the man. She turned on her heel, glancing over her shoulder at the skitish woman. "Odd one.." She muttered walking outside in search of help.

[Deon]

"I'm glad I could be of help to yer, Principal Terri," Marshall told her with a nod and another flashy smile. He tipped his hat to her and was able to turn around just in time to catch a glance at Yoanna rapidly approaching his personal space. He recoiled from her smell, the faint, musky smell of an animal, as soon as she leaned into his sensitive ears, the whisper much too needlessly loud for him.

"I know what I'm doin', Yoanna," he snarled back into her ear as she moved away, his voice a soft hiss. "We don' have to get along, we just have to do our job."

Marshall turned away from her, wrinkling his large nose, returning the principal's bow with another light nod as she walked away, easily noticing the curves of her legs through her tight, dirty jeans. An attractive woman, to say the least.

[Krispey]

Yoanna's hair raised on her arms. She was becoming frustrated. When she became frustrated, she became even more fidgety, and then she would be ready to pounce. She nodded as the teacher guessed her field in which she taught.

The broad probably would have never even known if I weren't wearing this giveaway jacket!.

As the teacher made her exit, Yoanna turned towards the car, druming her fingernails upon the hood of the car once more, louderthis time as she was borderline psycho. Why wasn't this fish boy getting her point? Howlong did it take him? Her students picked up on things faster than him.
"Marshall," Yoanna said through clenched teeth, "Must you make everything out to be a competition?!?" She still didnt await an answer.

"I was trying to make pEACE WITH YOU!" She was obviously flustered. "But noooo! You want to go and flaunt your sharp teeth and make silent threats!" She said in a wicked tone.
"I was trying to make peace because the only heads I planned on shredding, the only hearts I planned on stopping, the only bodies I planned on paralyzing were the," she looked around, fingernails still drumming, the next part said in a whispered tone,"the gifteds"

Yoanna then shoved her hands within her pockets, not caring to look at him, seemingly cool now. "Don't push me Marshall...I'm saying that to say it, not so that you can come back at me with a threat. Take heed, and respect it, or mark my words."
Her attention was now on him, "No, I'm not threatning you, Im setting my limits."