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Lyric was in her garage, the music turned up and her attention averted to the car in front of her. She picked up a large chrome tube and frowned. This was more complicated than she had originally thought. She looked at the screen beside her, little numbers and symbols scrolling across the bottom. "Give me build view." She ordered, as if to nobody. A mechanical voice answered, coming from the screen. "It appears that the left screw is loose, and we have a grease build-up miss." Lyric nodded, her blonde-and-pink hair falling in her face. She brushed it back with greasy fingers, and returned them to their task. "Thanks Max." She mumbled, tinkering with the chrome tube before returning it to the engine of the car.

The car was a test model Porsche, electric blue in color, the paint a pearlescent. It shimmered in the garage's lights, and Lyric smiled. She liked this car. Thats why she was installing her own things into it.

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Tierney sat on the floor, a little ways away from Lyric, watching her work. She had an iPod in her ears, and her dark purple eyes were trained on Lyric's Porsche. It was a beautiful car, but she preffered her silver convertible Aston Martin. She sighed and blew a streak of hair out of her face, scrolling through her music. All of her songs suddenly seemed bland and ancient, and she tore it away from her ears, scrunching her nose.

"Need any help?" she asked her friend, incling her head to its side.

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Outside the garage slowly the sky opened up, sending sheets of thin blank ran descending upon the quietly gray world outside the warm light of the garage. Sputtering for breath, water flying from her rain-streaked hair, the shadow of a thin girl of average height broke from the rain into the garage, a threadbare gray jacket tugged limply over her shoulders.

Abby nodded a greeting to Tierney and Lyric, shuffling across the garage and sitting down pointedly on an overturned bucket. She gripped a thick lock of hair in her fists, twisting it and sending droplets of icy water showering down her arms. Clearly irritated at the sudden downpour, Abby shook her head, her water-slicked ash blond hair whipping elegantly around her face and showering the proximity with tiny raindrops. She heaved a sigh, rest an elbow on her knee and her chin on her fist. "Lucky day for me." she laughed without humor, reaching up with her free hand to drag away a strand of wet hair from where it was plastered before navy blue eyes. Water droplets clung to her pale skin, gleaming faintly in the light like tiny diamonds. She smeared the water with the back of her hand, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the cold wetness that clung to her hair and her clothes.

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Lyric asnwered Tierney without looking up. "Yeah. See that wire down there? Lift that up till it touches that other one there." Lyric pointed to each wire, careful for Tierny not to make a fatal mistake. She heard an angry huff, and looked up to see an annoyed Abby ebter the garage, sopping wet. she watched with silent eyes as she wrung out her ash blonde hair, now a dark brown. "What happened to you?" Lyric asked, her voice light. "You know what, don't answer that, I'll be right back..." Lyric sprinted out of the garage and up the flight of stairs, heading to her bedroom. She rummaged through her drawrs for a bit, then found what she was looking for. She then entered her bathroom, and grabbed her hairdryer, hastily thrown across the counter with whatever else she had used that morning. Again she jogged back to the garage, walkking to her friend.
"Here Abby." Lyric handed the other girl the hairdryer and the spare clothes, a light smile on her face.

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"Thank you." she muttered, taking her prize from Lyric. She clutched it to her chest as if it was a suitcase full of money, giving her head one last shake. "Could I use your bathroom to change, please?" Her navy blue eyes glowed pleadingly, even more striking than usual against her white skin for the water that left it shining. A few loose droplets that clung to her gold-streaked hair were shaken loose, flying to the garage floor and streaming down her neck as her sopping clothes leaked rainwater. Well. She glanced down at her clothes, her eyebrows knitting together. It wasn't as if she was wearing anything she didn't want to lose -- she recalled pulling on a pair of ripped faded jeans, a pale green tank top, and the thin gray jacket she wore now, all in a flurry of rushing about her flat and still managing to scrape together a decent breakfast before heading to work. Her clothes would dry. Though that didn't ease the stringing anger that left her eye steaming as the cold icy water clung to her skin, and she forced another smile. It was so hard sometimes to be polite when all she wanted to do was kick something. And make the rain stop, she wanted that to, because as it was she wasn't going home until it did.

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Tierney watched as Abby stormed into the garage, rainwater snaking down her pale skin before pooling to the floor. She raised her eyebrows and was suddenly thankful that she was dry.

Tierney leaned forward and grasped the wire Lyric indicated to, and hastily threw her hand up, attempting to connect the wires. While doing this, the tip of the wire she was holding brushed against another one, and there was a loud bzzzzzZAP before Tierney screeched and flew backward, landing about three feet away. She was now in her shifted form: a clouded leopard. She twitched on the ground, jaws open in a silent scream.

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"Sure. Up the stairs to the left, first right in the hall." Lyric quickly blabbed out directions, before turning her attention back to her Porsche. Her eyebrow pulled together as she pulled out another piece of metal. "Hmm... don't need that.." She muttered more to herself as she tossed it over her shoulder. She took out another piece, wires attached at both ends. "M. Need that. Give me build view of the carburetor, Max." The screen flashed to the part she held in her hand, then expanded into the different parts. "Hm." Unlatching the wires, Lyric began to dissemble the carburetor, reshaping pieces with a wrench and rewiring fuses as needed.

There was a large ZAP and a screech, and Tierney jumped back, landing amongst her tool boxes. "Tierney! Lyric exclaimed, her voice raising an octave. Good thing she was dry. Lyric could do nothing but watch as Tierney twitched on the ground. Electrocution was not pleasant, but the car's electrical charge was not fatal. Just painful. "I should have known better than to ask you to do that." Sighing, Lyric closed the hood and leaned against it, waiting for Tierney to phase back.

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Still dripping, Abby again nodded her thanks and wasted not a second before slipping into Lyric's house as quickly as she could without appearing like she was running from something. She paused just inside the doorway, her eyes scanning the wide living room for the stairwell. Up the stairs to the left, first right in the hall. She had never been great with directions. Squinting in irritation, Abby began climbing the first stairwell she saw; though upon closer examination of the open living room area she would have noticed a smaller stairway farther in the back. She reached the landing, her mind running over Lyric's directions. Now had she said right or left? She tried left, slipping through the first door she came to.

Abby paused and stared awkwardly at a small office-looking room with a long desk taking up one wall and a divan flanked by two small bookshelves on the far walls. A small window looked out into the rainy neighborhood, and she found herself drawn to the open laptop sitting on the desk; it's screen glowing. She slipped into the chair silently, her fingers hovering just above the keys as navy blue eyes focussed on the screen. Car parts. It was just a diagram of the very car below in the garage right now. She muttered an oath under her breath, stalking out of the room, almost disgusted with herself. She shouldn't have been looking into Lyric's things -- and what had she expected to find, anyway? Some scandalous secret? Abby sighed, and wondered why she felt almost disappointed. She hadn't wanted to find anything exiting -- had she? Of course not.

She walked past the stairwell again to the first door on the right, pushing it open to reveal a modest white-tiled bathroom with a small marble sink and lime green walls. Abby shut the door behind her and peeled of her wet clothes, wrinkling her nose in disgust as they made a wet sucking noise from having been plastered to her skin from the icy downpour. She grabbed a towel and dried herself, pulling on Lyric's clothes hastily and holding her own bundle of damp clothe at a safe distance.

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>.> museless.

Tierney writhed for a moment more before lying still, panting. She slowly changed back into her human form, her body glowing for a long second. Sitting up, she looked at Lyric. "Now why did you ask me to do that?" she said, laughing quietly. Tierney's hair was a frizzy mass balled up on her head.

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Lyric laughed. Tierney was a mess. Her usually curly soft hair was in a frizzy wad at the top of her head, slightly lopsided. It was nice and poofy too, kinda like when a rabbit gets hair-dried. "Because you voulenteered, klutzy." Lyrics words teased. The slim blonde girl laughed again as she headed to the other side of the garage, taking a Coke from the fridge. "Here." She tossed a can to Tierney, then took one for herself, sipping on the sweet fizz. I hope Abby didn't get lost. Uh-oh, my laptop was on. I hope she only saw the screensaver... There were things better left a secret on that laptop.

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ooc;; me too =P

bic;;
"So, do I have to electrocute myself to get a coke, Lyric?"
Abby pushed the door closed behind her with a bare foot as she walked back into the garage, holding her dripping clothes an arms length away from her as if it was a rabbit animal. She smiled in Lyrics direction, squinting her eyes in mock begging as she let the pile of clothes fall to the cement floor with a sickening smack. A concerned look in Tierney's direction was far more serious, as her skeptical navy gaze flickered over her frizzy hair and flushed face. "Ouch." she muttered, a bit of forced sympathy dripping from her voice. "That must have hurt..."

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Lyric laughed at Abby's teasing. "Yeah, thats all it takes!" She tossed another coke to Abby, still smiling. "Ouch, that must have hurt.." Abby's tone was concerned. Good, she didn't get lost. "Yeah, apparently she's to inept to move a wire without severly injuring herslef." Lyric gave a playfull nudge to Tierney's shoulder with her foot. She noticed Abby glaring at her clothes, which were a soggy pile on the cement floor, obviously disgusted at their wetness. "Here, let me stick those in the dryer for you." Lyric picked up the wad of clothes, gingerly holding them away from her own clothes. Trotting up the stairs, she headed for the laundry room, giving the other girls some time to talk without her.

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"Thanks." she nodded to Lyric as she left with her sopping clothes, taking a moment to appreciate the girl's kindness. Abby reflected on this with curiosity, clearly aware that she was far from being like Lyric. She probably would have left the poor girl to sit in dripping clothes if it had been her garage Lyric had stumbled in to. Abby cracked open the coke, the fizzy release of carbon bringing a smile to her lips. She touched the cold metal of the can to her pale lips, sipping at the pleasantly sharp liquid as the cold bit at her tongue, the carbon sizzling and biting the roof of her mouth. The can was cold and wet in her hand, and the girl swept a pail hand through her ash blond hair, which was finally beginning to grow dry. She stumbled awkwardly over to a cracked, dusty mirror on the far wall of the garage and wiped a layer of dust off with her free hand, peering sullenly at her reflection. Her usually almost white hair was still streaked golden in color, and hung in strait, stringy wet sheets around her face. Her hair was no longer plastered to her face like it had been a few moments before, her ears sticking out and her skin soaked with water droplets, and for that she was greateful. Her skin was dry, her navy blue eyes clear and still smoking with irritation as she studied her wet hair in vain. She hated her hair wet. Dry, it was thin and wispy white, floating loosely around her face like a halo, though it normally lay reasonably flat unless it was a windy day. Even on windy days, it didn't look bad whirling around her face. Just now she looked...defeated. She forced her mouth out of it's pucker of discontent, smiling at her reflection, as if she was trying to convince herself. Her reflection smiled back, but it did not reach her brooding dark blue eyes.

Sighing, Abby tore her gaze away from the mirror and tried to smile at Tierney, though it turned into more of a grimace. Her sweaty hands and faintly flushed face were perfectly aware of how much time she had just spent studying her reflection, and she bit her lip. Tierney must thing her exceedingly vain. Or, maybe, she would understand she just wanted to see how terrible she looked. Abby sipped her coke again, making her way through the crowded garage over to the car. She ran a hand along it tentatively, aware that now that Lyric was gone, her mouth had gone dry. She wasn't exactly a social butterfly -- being alone with one other person, even if she knew that person pretty well, was not one of Abby's strengths. She tried to smile again at Tierney, pointing to the car with a pinky of the hand currently clutching the frosty coke. "You've been helping Lyric with this for how long?". She winced inwardly at how dry her voice sounded, and immediately took another swallow of the cold soft drink.

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Tierney ran a pale hand through her curly auburn hair, raising an eyebrow as Abby looked at herself in the mirror, smoothing out her wsipy white hair in dismay. She stood up shakily, opening her Coke and taking a sip from it. Carbon bubbled through her mouth, causing her glossy pink lips to tingle. She took another sip, quite greedily, but bent to far back, and the fizzy soft drink flooded all over her face. Tierney threw the can down, shaking her head in attempt to dry her face. Droplets of soda flicked in every direction, splattering onto Lyric's porsche.

"Oh crap!" she yelled, jogging over to the car. She stretched her sleeve out and wiped up the soda, leaving wet brown streaks behind.

Abby's voice suddenly surprised her. "You've been helping Lyric with this for how long?" she asked dryly, taking a sip from her soft drink.

"Um." She glanced nervously around, biting her lip. "Two weeks, I, um, guess?"

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.abby.

Abby watched through slightly amused eyes as Tierney clumsily sloshed her coke all over the place, a few drops landing on Lyric's car. She cringed for the girl, blinking sympathetically as she grabbed a ratty cloth laying on the car next to her and tossed it to Tierney.

"Um...two weeks, guess?"
"Oh, wow. What a bugger that must have been." she sympathized sarcastically, kicking a tin can in front of her bare foot. It rolled across the cement floor and hit the far wall with a distinct clang, bringing a pleased twitch to Abby's pale lips. She crossed the garage again, stepping over a rusty toolbox full of glinting metal tools and sat down awkwardly on the bucket she hadn't dripped all over. Twirling a strand of slowly-drying white-gold hair, she tossed the rest of it behind her back and rested her chin on her fist, staring transfixed at the gleaming car. It was about the only clean thing in the garage; shining and modern among the messy array of boxes, tools, and whatnot strewn around the garage; half of which was covered by a thin layer of dust. Still, she reminded herself bitterly, it was better to be stuck in a garage with Tierney and Lyric than out in the pouring rain. She reflected on the idiocracy that had provoked her to set foot outside her flat earlier that day, despite even the threateningly ominous peak of gray rainclouds hovering mockingly on the horizon of that blue afternoon sky. She had been heading -- somewhere, she couldn't even remember where anymore -- when the skies had opened up, sending sheets of icy gray rain on her freshly cleaned clothes and newly brushed ash blond hair. Not that fleeing to Lyric's house and huddling in dripping in the girl's garage had been her first choice, but the rain seemed to have washed away all other priorities but to get clean and dry, and out of the icy cold that was pricking her freezing skin like needles. She had even considered -- no. She would never shift, not unless the circumstances were dire. Abby sighed, squinting her navy blue eyes. She struggled to remember where she had headed out to, but it seemed lost, washed away by the frightening cold adrenaline the rain had brought rushing through her heart.

She wasn't afraid of the rain. She hated it. She hated the cold, slick feeling of raindrops on her skin, the feeling of her feet sloshing through mud and squishing over soaked grass. She hated the terrible visibility, of squinting through blurry tears of rainwater to see through the murky gray world were rain poured down in tumulting sheets of gray, sheathing the world in hazy distortion and reducing all clarity to blurry, ambiguous shadows. In short, it made her already short patience on edge. Oh, why won't it just stop so I can go home? She wanted to scream her injustice at the world, claw the dark gray sky away with her white-tipped nails and bring the clarity and light back to the world. She hated the dark. She hated not seeing. She hated the blind, pressing feeling of the dark eating her alive. Eating her alive when she couldn't see a thing, no sun nor other people, nor shape in the distance to hold onto.

Yes, she was afraid of the dark. But Abby was a bit more sensible than most people who were afraid of the oogey-boogy monster and the zombies in their closet at night. But nonetheless, it was an acute fear, and acute fear she had sealed within her mind, pushing far away from the tantalizing faded pink of her lips, which may just allow the words to slip out ... to some person she trusted .. one person or another. She gritted her teeth instinctively as these troublesome thoughts passed her mind, pressing her lips together as if to literally hold the thoughts in. She brought her lips to the can, almost compulsively, letting the cold biting liquid sooth her coarse throat. Her words had come our far too dry. Again.