Post by Artemis on Sept 11, 2015 20:29:55 GMT -6
Cole Hunter walks into his bedroom and allows his gaze to fall on the woman known to the world as Artemis, a smile coming to his face at the sight before him. Gone are her usual style and accoutrements, replaced by a pair of cranberry slacks, a black blouse with a matching cranberry jacket. A pair of shoes more fit for librarians add a certain look to the ensemble that she then finishes off with some black horn rim glasses, her hair straight and pulled into a severe bun.
Artemis: These clothes are hideous
She laughs as Cole slowly steps into the room.
Cole: The role requires such an aesthetic…
She pouts.
Artemis: I know and I suppose when I get home you can help me remove this heinous attire...
She smirks.
Cole: As you wish…
Artemis: So is there anything I shouldn't do on this job?
He takes in the look, his eyes practically devouring her as his gaze moves from her head to her toes and then back up to her eyes.
Cole: Physicality should be avoided. The bottle is be shaken, not given cause to explode.
Artemis: So just general flirting and stuff? But don't hurt him?
Nodding, Cole steps in front of her and places his hands on her shoulders.
Cole: Judgment will be required, however, trust is also placed.
He releases her shoulders and nods to her.
Cole: You’ve made an exquisite example of how small changes can alter a persona greatly.
Artemis smiles.
Artemis: Oh really?
Cole nods, visibly impressed.
Cole: You currently inhabit a persona clearly not your own and yet, it appears quite natural, as though a daily appearance was put in.
Artemis: Ever the actress able to slip into any role.
Cole nods.
Cole: My talented chameleon.
Artemis smirks.
Artemis: We aim to please.
Cole leans in and kisses her gently so as to avoid messing up the make-up job.
Cole: Hathcock could not manage your accuracy.
Artemis smirks.
Artemis: I have a good teacher.
Cole shakes his head head.
Cole: You required very little instruction, simply a slight honing of talents inherent already.
Artemis blushes.
Artemis: I aim to please. Now I suppose I should go greet the required person and turn on the charm, huh?
Cole nods.
Cole: Were you able to familiarize yourself with the vehicle sufficiently?
She nods
Artemis: Yes but I might play dumb with him.
They walk down the hallway and step outside where the wood paneled PT Cruiser awaits.
Cole: The luggage rack adds a certain…
Artemis: Appeal?
Cole nods.
Cole: And having the vehicle legitimately require certain maintenance done...
Artemis grins.
Artemis: Makes it perfect.
He nods and then kisses her gently again.
Cole: Enjoy your playtime, My Huntress.
Artemis: I always do.
Cole: Good hunting.
She kisses him on the cheek before heading out to the car to play with her victim.
Thirty minutes later, she pulls into the driveway of the auto repair shop, giving her clothes and hair a last once over before stepping from the vehicle. Giving her shirt a tug, her clothes straighten even more than they already were, giving her a true “dowdy librarian” look to her, just as they had hoped. She checks in with the petite brunette reception chick and then takes a seat near the magazine-covered table as a small television blares the latest from the Weather Channel. A second later, Kristian Devereaux pops in the side door with a clipboard in hand.
Kristian: Ok, Maya, Mr. O’Neil’s pick-up truck is running again, bless the poor thing.
The reception chick, Maya, shakes her head.
Maya: Did he take your advice this time?
Kristian shakes his head as he hands her the clipboard.
Kristian: No, he heard the price for what he really needed and opted for the band-aid option again.
Maya sighs heavily.
Maya: That poor truck is gonna blow up on him, ain’t it?
Kristian shrugs almost sadly.
Kristian: He’s lucky it wasn’t burnt slap up now.
Artemis: Sounds like someone need to know how to proper maintain their vehicle…
She purses her lips in a disapproving manner.
Kristian: His maintenance is fine, it’s his engine that’s the problem. He needs a new one as the one he’s got is just old and plum tuckered out.
Artemis: I say, if you value it, spend the money now, otherwise you’ll just end up spending more later.
Maya nods.
Maya: This one’s a keeper, Kris!
Artemis smirks.
Artemis: Depends who’s asking, Sugar.
Kristian nods to Artemis.
Kristian: Which one is she?
Maya glances down.
Maya: The Woody Cruiser.
Artemis: She’s just not running as she should. I’m struggling to start her lately.
Kristian nods.
Kristian: Well, let’s go give the girl the once over, Miss?
Artemis: Wilton, Miss Ivory Wilton.
Kristian nods and then motions her to follow him.
Kristian: Well, Miss Wilton, my name is Kristian Devereaux, everybody calls me Kris.
Artemis: I won’t let anyone shorten my name. My Mama called me Ivory and so should everyone else.
Kristian nods as they walk out to the car.
Kristian: Yes’m, Miss Ivory.
Artemis walks behind him, biting her lip as she watches him walk. Dude had a killer ass.
Artemis: Have you worked here long?
Kristian nods.
Kristian: Since it opened.
Artemis: You don’t look old enough for that! You can’t be more than twenty…
Kristian chuckles.
Kristian: Not quite that young, Miss Ivory, but thank you.
He starts checking her vehicle and nods.
Kristian: Starter… alternator… hmm… let’s check the battery.
A few seconds later he nods.
Kristian: Yup, your battery’s almost completely dead. Probably lucky it started at all. Now I can charge it up for you again, but it’ll probably give you the same problem again soon. You’re gonna need to replace it.
Artemis: I’m fine with that, whatever it takes.
Kristian nods.
Kristian: You appear to have a loose wire as well. We’ll tighten that up so it doesn’t drain the nw one like it did the old one. Let’s see, oil needs changing, air filter, is actually good, fluids…
He starts checking almost everything.
Kristian: Your windshield washing fluid’s almost empty but everything else looks good.
As he checks, she sidles up closer and closer to him, watching what he’s doing, or at least pretending to.
Artemis: I see.
She bites her bottom lip.
Artemis: You’re quite the looker, you know that?
Kristian blushes.
Kristian: Thank you, Ma’am. You’re not so hard on the eyes yourself.
It’s her turn to blush now.
Artemis: How about we go for a drink later. A guy like you must need to let off… steam after a long hard day at work…
She runs a finger down his arm from his shoulder to his forearm.
Kristian: I’m sorry, Miss Ivory, but I can’t do that.
She pouts.
Artemis: Why not?
Kristian shrugs apologetically.
Kristian: I don’t think my girlfriends would appreciate me stepping out on them like that.
Artemis: What they don't know won't hurt them...
She presses herself against him.
Kristian: No, Ma’am, but it might hurt me…
Just as she starts to answer, the door to the garage opens and Maya walks in.
Maya: Kris, Jack’s on the phone, his truck died on a wrecker job.
Kristian nods and heads for the door.
Kristian: Where is he?
Artemis laughs.
Artemis: Well can’t blame a girl for trying…
Kristian nods to her.
Kristian: Maya, can you get Lonnie to come in here and switch out this lady’s battery and change her oil? Tell him he needs to make sure the wires aren’t loose when he puts in the battery.
Maya nods.
Maya: No problem.
Kristian nods.
Kristian: Don’t worry, Miss Ivory, you’ll be ready to go in twenty minutes or so.
Artemis: Was nice meeting you, Kristian. Until next time…
Kristian: Yes’m.
He turns and wanders off, leaving her standing there by herself as the other man in the garage, the aforementioned Lonnie, moves in and quickly does the work on her vehicle.
Artemis: These clothes are hideous
She laughs as Cole slowly steps into the room.
Cole: The role requires such an aesthetic…
She pouts.
Artemis: I know and I suppose when I get home you can help me remove this heinous attire...
She smirks.
Cole: As you wish…
Artemis: So is there anything I shouldn't do on this job?
He takes in the look, his eyes practically devouring her as his gaze moves from her head to her toes and then back up to her eyes.
Cole: Physicality should be avoided. The bottle is be shaken, not given cause to explode.
Artemis: So just general flirting and stuff? But don't hurt him?
Nodding, Cole steps in front of her and places his hands on her shoulders.
Cole: Judgment will be required, however, trust is also placed.
He releases her shoulders and nods to her.
Cole: You’ve made an exquisite example of how small changes can alter a persona greatly.
Artemis smiles.
Artemis: Oh really?
Cole nods, visibly impressed.
Cole: You currently inhabit a persona clearly not your own and yet, it appears quite natural, as though a daily appearance was put in.
Artemis: Ever the actress able to slip into any role.
Cole nods.
Cole: My talented chameleon.
Artemis smirks.
Artemis: We aim to please.
Cole leans in and kisses her gently so as to avoid messing up the make-up job.
Cole: Hathcock could not manage your accuracy.
Artemis smirks.
Artemis: I have a good teacher.
Cole shakes his head head.
Cole: You required very little instruction, simply a slight honing of talents inherent already.
Artemis blushes.
Artemis: I aim to please. Now I suppose I should go greet the required person and turn on the charm, huh?
Cole nods.
Cole: Were you able to familiarize yourself with the vehicle sufficiently?
She nods
Artemis: Yes but I might play dumb with him.
They walk down the hallway and step outside where the wood paneled PT Cruiser awaits.
Cole: The luggage rack adds a certain…
Artemis: Appeal?
Cole nods.
Cole: And having the vehicle legitimately require certain maintenance done...
Artemis grins.
Artemis: Makes it perfect.
He nods and then kisses her gently again.
Cole: Enjoy your playtime, My Huntress.
Artemis: I always do.
Cole: Good hunting.
She kisses him on the cheek before heading out to the car to play with her victim.
Thirty minutes later, she pulls into the driveway of the auto repair shop, giving her clothes and hair a last once over before stepping from the vehicle. Giving her shirt a tug, her clothes straighten even more than they already were, giving her a true “dowdy librarian” look to her, just as they had hoped. She checks in with the petite brunette reception chick and then takes a seat near the magazine-covered table as a small television blares the latest from the Weather Channel. A second later, Kristian Devereaux pops in the side door with a clipboard in hand.
Kristian: Ok, Maya, Mr. O’Neil’s pick-up truck is running again, bless the poor thing.
The reception chick, Maya, shakes her head.
Maya: Did he take your advice this time?
Kristian shakes his head as he hands her the clipboard.
Kristian: No, he heard the price for what he really needed and opted for the band-aid option again.
Maya sighs heavily.
Maya: That poor truck is gonna blow up on him, ain’t it?
Kristian shrugs almost sadly.
Kristian: He’s lucky it wasn’t burnt slap up now.
Artemis: Sounds like someone need to know how to proper maintain their vehicle…
She purses her lips in a disapproving manner.
Kristian: His maintenance is fine, it’s his engine that’s the problem. He needs a new one as the one he’s got is just old and plum tuckered out.
Artemis: I say, if you value it, spend the money now, otherwise you’ll just end up spending more later.
Maya nods.
Maya: This one’s a keeper, Kris!
Artemis smirks.
Artemis: Depends who’s asking, Sugar.
Kristian nods to Artemis.
Kristian: Which one is she?
Maya glances down.
Maya: The Woody Cruiser.
Artemis: She’s just not running as she should. I’m struggling to start her lately.
Kristian nods.
Kristian: Well, let’s go give the girl the once over, Miss?
Artemis: Wilton, Miss Ivory Wilton.
Kristian nods and then motions her to follow him.
Kristian: Well, Miss Wilton, my name is Kristian Devereaux, everybody calls me Kris.
Artemis: I won’t let anyone shorten my name. My Mama called me Ivory and so should everyone else.
Kristian nods as they walk out to the car.
Kristian: Yes’m, Miss Ivory.
Artemis walks behind him, biting her lip as she watches him walk. Dude had a killer ass.
Artemis: Have you worked here long?
Kristian nods.
Kristian: Since it opened.
Artemis: You don’t look old enough for that! You can’t be more than twenty…
Kristian chuckles.
Kristian: Not quite that young, Miss Ivory, but thank you.
He starts checking her vehicle and nods.
Kristian: Starter… alternator… hmm… let’s check the battery.
A few seconds later he nods.
Kristian: Yup, your battery’s almost completely dead. Probably lucky it started at all. Now I can charge it up for you again, but it’ll probably give you the same problem again soon. You’re gonna need to replace it.
Artemis: I’m fine with that, whatever it takes.
Kristian nods.
Kristian: You appear to have a loose wire as well. We’ll tighten that up so it doesn’t drain the nw one like it did the old one. Let’s see, oil needs changing, air filter, is actually good, fluids…
He starts checking almost everything.
Kristian: Your windshield washing fluid’s almost empty but everything else looks good.
As he checks, she sidles up closer and closer to him, watching what he’s doing, or at least pretending to.
Artemis: I see.
She bites her bottom lip.
Artemis: You’re quite the looker, you know that?
Kristian blushes.
Kristian: Thank you, Ma’am. You’re not so hard on the eyes yourself.
It’s her turn to blush now.
Artemis: How about we go for a drink later. A guy like you must need to let off… steam after a long hard day at work…
She runs a finger down his arm from his shoulder to his forearm.
Kristian: I’m sorry, Miss Ivory, but I can’t do that.
She pouts.
Artemis: Why not?
Kristian shrugs apologetically.
Kristian: I don’t think my girlfriends would appreciate me stepping out on them like that.
Artemis: What they don't know won't hurt them...
She presses herself against him.
Kristian: No, Ma’am, but it might hurt me…
Just as she starts to answer, the door to the garage opens and Maya walks in.
Maya: Kris, Jack’s on the phone, his truck died on a wrecker job.
Kristian nods and heads for the door.
Kristian: Where is he?
Artemis laughs.
Artemis: Well can’t blame a girl for trying…
Kristian nods to her.
Kristian: Maya, can you get Lonnie to come in here and switch out this lady’s battery and change her oil? Tell him he needs to make sure the wires aren’t loose when he puts in the battery.
Maya nods.
Maya: No problem.
Kristian nods.
Kristian: Don’t worry, Miss Ivory, you’ll be ready to go in twenty minutes or so.
Artemis: Was nice meeting you, Kristian. Until next time…
Kristian: Yes’m.
He turns and wanders off, leaving her standing there by herself as the other man in the garage, the aforementioned Lonnie, moves in and quickly does the work on her vehicle.
