Car!

Who: Lucius, Skye
Where: Burke's Garage
When: after school

Skye had made a promise to her aunt the night before - which was, possibly, not the smartest idea - and that was to pick her aunt's car down to a garage, who had it in preparation for winter. Skye would walk from the school to aforementioned garage, and drive home. Unfortunately, neither of them had counted on rain potentially falling, but an appointment was an appointment, and her aunt kind of needed the car.

Lucius was in the office when the girl came in the door, busy hanging up a set of keys to a car he'd just finished working on. Hearing the door open he glanced up at the young girl standing there. "Welcome to Burke's, can I help you?" he questioned. She looked a bit young to be around a garage for herself, but he wasn't exactly the best judge on age regardless so he didn't make a mention of his thoughts.

"I'm Skye - I'm here to pick up Darcie Redbird's car? It's a grey Camry, just brought in this morning." Skye looked around the garage with interest; she'd never been in one and except for the size and extra equipment, looked shockingly like the shed where they fixed their various farm tools back home. Well, her dad and her brothers fixed them. Skye just kind of watched and dropped things.

He raised a brow. The car had actually gotten done, since it was a simple job and didn't really take that long, but his arched brow was more for the girl and her age. "You're going to drive it?" he questioned, unable to keep the assumption buried any longer. "I don't mean to be rude or anything, but are you legally allowed to?" he asked. He wasn't about to have a minor driving away from the garage on his head.

"Shockingly, I am actually sixteen. And," she raised her hands, trying to surpress a laugh, "yes, I can actually reach the pedals without resorting to a phonebook or something. Here." Skye took off her backpack and rummaged through it, until she came up with an old, worn wallet, and opened it up to reveal her driving license. It was for Canada - Alberta, specifically - but there it was. Legal proof.

He tapped his finger on the license and nodded. "That's all I needed sweetheart." he said, flashing her a smile. "Just didn't want to be arrested for contributing to the demise of a minor behind the wheel." he laughed. He reached for the Camry keys and made his way around the counter. "It's right out here in the parking lot." he told the girl, holding the door open with one hand and the keys out to her with the other.

"You don't want me to sign anything?" Skye raised an eyebrow. "Or, you know, give me a receipt?" She took the keys anyway, because she was going to need them, and she eyed the clouds suspiciously. Those didn't look particularly friendly.

He nodded. "Of course, but I wanted you to check out the car first." he told her. He too looked at the clouds outside and noted that it could possibly rain. "But seeing those clouds, I should probably get those papers for you now..." he said as he moved back to the counter to grab a clipboard with the papers on it that she'd have to sign. He again moved towards the door and held it open again. "Shall we?" he questioned.

Skye shrugged and nodded. "Okay." The parkinglot was small enough that she could easily spot the car, and she went right over to it, scratching a little at one of the scabs on her arms. They itched a bit. "I know she wanted winter tires put on, just in case."

He nodded and pointed to the tires. "I got those on and did a routine check up on it too. Shouldn't have any trouble with it." he told her. He held out the clipboard and pointed to the bottom line. Marking a little 'x' where she should sign he handed a pen to her. "I just need you to sign right here and you can be on your way." he told her. He noted the scabs on her arms as she picked at them and raised a brow. "Fall down or something?" he questioned.

"I was scratched. By a thing with, I dunno. Claws or something." Well, didn't that sound just bloody intelligent? But it was true, so, whatever. Skye took the pen and read over the papers. She wasn't going to just sign without reading what was written, after all. And she looked over the reciept, making sure everything matched and the total was added up correctly, though she did all that stuff in her head.

He nodded. "Shadows got at you too?" he questioned before thinking about how odd that sounded if it wasn't the shadows that had attacked the girl. He studied the wound and figured that it was the shadow, knowing that Ivan's wounds and the ones he'd sustained himself were similar.

Skye looked a bit uneasy at the casual mention. She hadn't been able to figure it out. It just wasn't natural to her. "Yeah. They got my face a little, too." Luckily, Skye's aunt had cosmetics that covered the worst of the damage, and promised to show Skye how to do it herself later on. "And my back."

"You're lucky you made it out alive." he told her. "A friend of mine ended up in the hospital after the whole thing." he shook his head at the thought of that night. He needed to go by and see Ivan after work. He'd picked up Marlowe's car on his lunch break and figured he'd use the time between when he got off and when he had to pick her up to pay a visit to Ivan.

"I needed stitches, but nothing too bad." Skye agreed, still uneasy about the things she couldn't justify as part of The Natural Order Of Things. "I hope your friend will be alright." Finished reading, she signed the papers and offered everything back to him.

He took the clipboard and pulled the receipt off the bottom of the first page. "Yeah. He'll be fine." he told her, handing her the receipt. "How bout your family? Ya'll weren't hurt to bad I hope." he said, his southern accent clearly coming across with the sentence.

Skye folded it neatly and put it in her pocket. "My aunt was out of town and didn't get back until later, so it was just me. I met someone," A machete weilding maniac, of course, but she didn't say that outloud, "who told me to break all the mirrors in the house, and barricade myself inside, so I did. It wasn't really bad after that. Just kind of... unpleasant." And that was an understatement worthy of awardship!

"A girl?" he questioned, knowing that Hannah had been out and about trying her best to help out the people of Marquette during the shadowy mayhem. "Short, blonde... loud and obnoxious?" he smirked a bit at the description of Hannah.

"A guy with a bike. And a machete. And maybe a little obnoxious," Skye decided, "but not really. Not to me, anyway - and he did say he was tired." Skye considered her meeting with Ash a few moments more. "And tattooes, I think."

"Ah, must not be the same person I was thinking." he said with a shrug. "A friend of mine, Hannah, was out and about trying to help people out, thought that mighta been her." He stuck the pen over his hear and let out a sigh at the thought of Hannah. "Well anyway, I doubt the shadows are coming back. At least I hope they're not, but yeah, I have to get back to work. If anything goes wrong with the car, just give me a call. I'm Lucius by the way." he said offering her hand. "I really need to brush up on my people skills."

Why is everyone so accepting of the shadow thing?! Skye shook his hand. "Skye Craddock - I'm Darcie Redbird's niece. And I hope they don't come back, though at least they didn't go for the car last time." She checked her pocket to make sure the paper was still there, and then unlocked the door. "Thank you for your time."

He nodded. "Not a problem." he told her. "Drive safe." He said, turning back towards the office and heading across the parking lot.