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her head jerks up at the sudden clattering, a tool box exploding near her car. nara’s spent the best part of the night attempting breathing exercises in the driver’s seat, sweating fear and annoyance. she was hoping to win, collect her prize and call it a night. instead, she’d had to weave through streets and corners, certain that the cops would be the l a s t thing she’d have to worry about. jamie’s tantrum doesn’t impress her. not after the night she’s had. nara opens the door, exiting to slowly collect the tools and put them back in the box. she’s thankful her car came out without a scratch, or she’d join him in destroying the shop. “if you can’t fix it by yourself, ask for my help,” she says, a hint of arrogance in her voice. “but i’m sure you can find a more mature way of expressing your anger, until then.”

his back was turned to her, and jamie went rigid at the sound of nara’s voice. he’d avoided her in the shop for a while now; his own cowardliness and immaturity had taken the wheel after what he’d seen. clearly, the latter was still in control. “ i can fucking fix it. ” he said lowly, defensive. “ just a pain in my ass. lordy. fuckin’ careless and no consequences. asshole is lucky they didn’t kill someone. ” he was worked up, still, his texas drawl laced heavy in his complaining. jamie thought, briefly, that this was the most he’d spoken to nara in a while. he noticed the toolbox intact once again, and felt oddly guilty. the violent outbursts typical of this lifestyle, that he’d witnessed, weren’t something he was proud to embody. “ i was interrupting your - uh - time, ” jamie’s version of an apology - gesturing widely with his hands toward her car, “ anyway, i have work to do. i’ll keep it down. ”

#nvratm.#*interactions.

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with wide eyes , clover observed jamie’s tantrum in utter silence and disbelief. she had never seen him this aggravated before and in fact , it frightened her but she knew how passionate he was , not only as a person in general but also as a mechanic who spent hours upon hours working on cars. this was his craft and she admired it. but she was glad as a fighter , the only person she had to depend on was herself because if she was in the position of a racer she’d be fighting with the mechanics 24/7 and vice versa. “damn and here i was thinking i could return this wrench…ahaha.” she laughed nervously , placing the steel wrench on top of the hood of one the cars and taking a step back from the vehicle with her hands in the pockets of her dark navy blue jeans. although the wrench was not at all the one she actually STOLE , but some cheap replacement , she wasn’t gonna admit that to him at all. “if this is a bad time…i can leave, no problem.”

the dread and embarrassment of discovering he had an audience rushed through jamie like cold water. he tensed at her voice and wondered how much she’d actually heard. clover. the corner of his mouth twinged upward at her antics, only for a fraction of a second. “ why ... why did you need a wrench? ” he eyed the tool and didn’t even recognize it. huh. “ clover please stop stealing my shit. ” leftover from his outburst, his voice was harsher than he’d intended. he wasn’t bothered by her presence - not really, but after the day he’d had it felt like fuel to a fire. “sorry. shitty day. steal my shit - borrow it - whatever.” jamie shrugged, walking to another part of the garage as he trailed off. “got anything else in your pockets you’d like to fess up to? i’ve been missing a car jack for a few weeks now.”

#clovecrs.#*interactions.

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#i got the night off from work!!#so im gonna get to some replies #but plot w me for the event pls jamie needs more things to stress and brood over #ooc.

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she’d been summoned like a child being sent to the principal’s office and while ordinarily , keziah doesn’t mingle well with people who demand for her presence , she decides to see him out of her own accord as some sort of payment for her sins . it wasn’t the first time she’d ever pushed boundaries , though in comparison to her previous actions , giving his number to romilly was breaking through more than just one boundary and throwing him off a cliff . she hadn’t really begun to thought of ramifications of her actions , all she knew was that had romilly not gone out of her way to save her from the madness , that she’d probably be in a jail cell for more crimes than just one . jamie was good at what he did , though his viewpoint on anyone outside of his own pyramids were made very clear when he’d abruptly ceased contact . there’s a brief pause as she breathes slowly through her mouth , the side of her cheek heavily scratched and freshly red from falling in the midst of the chao before she knocks . “ hey , ” she greets him in a tone closer to a whisper , her head down as she presses thin lips into a tight smile , “ … heard you wanted to talk . ” // @gaspdl

he’d called her over at the peak of his exasperation, spun up on caffeine, exhaust fumes, and righteous anger. how dare she. jamie knew, below his annoyance, that no one pointed a gun to his head and told him to help the girl (something he was familiar with in his profession). however, he needed a scapegoat for the risk he’d taken, and kenziah was an easy insert. jamie hadn’t even had the chance to shower before she showed up, and the sight of her injured had the anger slipping from his grasp. damn it. ‘ jamie kim, you are a weakass motherfucker. ’ he jeopardized his entire world for her without a thought, and he knew that given the chance, he’d do it again. damn it. he hadn’t seen her in so long, and the waves of familiarity felt like vertigo.

the grease and residue was well up his forearms, smeared across his temples and cheeks. jamie huffed in greeting. “ you’re hurt. ” standing, he walked away from her into the garage to retrieve the beat-up first aid kit he kept handy, Property Of J. Kim scrawled in black sharpie on the front.

“ ‘ya just missed your friend,” he offered, words low and sardonic, “she left a little bit ago.”

#*event01.b #intoxivating.#i HOPE THIS IS OK #ok love u bye

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he had rehearsed his best woody walk from toy story 2 for a couple of hours. the need to do everything perfectly even taking over that, and to be fair, he was quite proud of himself. it went along his outfit, and the only person that would probably appreciate ( tolerate ) the imagery was jamie, he knew that. and lucas didn’t think twice before making his way to the shop. preparing himself for how he would break the ice about his car not being able to start again. — it is a surprise when he is welcomed by. the loud noises and grunts, the other’s frustration almost making him smile. almost. “ we doing okay here ? ” lucas asked, unable to hide the amusement from his voice. “ i can come back later when tantrums are not being thrown. ”

“ OY! we’re not open! ” jamie barked at the bell on the door, then stopped short when he saw it was lucas. he’d be heard, he was sure. lordy jesus. “ sorry, didn’t realize it was you. uh -” he laughed, exasperated and raspy, “ i - uh, yeah. some jerk crashed a car i’ve done a ton of work on. took it personal, and then took it out on my tools.” he fidgeted in front of his friend and shoved hands in the deep pockets of his jumpsuit. jamie felt eerily like he’d been caught with his pants down. “ whatever dude, ” he grumbled petulantly, “ wasn’t a fuckin’ tantrum. ” jamie surrendered to whatever favor lucas had and sat in one of the shitty beach chairs he kept around the shop, “what’d you do to your poor car this time?”

#oflucas.#*threads

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SETTING: the night following the disrupted race.

her tail light is cracked, there’s a heavy dent above her back left wheel, and one of her sideview mirrors has shattered, among a host of scrapes to the paint job; her car’s certainly been better, but it still takes romilly a full day to swallow her pride and call up someone else to fix what she can’t. extensive auto body repair is a little out of her skillset, but this guy, he’s the best in the business, her associate assures her — even though they don’t give her any more than a number scribbled haphazardly on the back of a receipt. when she rings it up, it takes a rather cryptic conversation and a near-plea through gritted teeth before she gets an address and a time.

it’s a fair bit past midnight when she arrives, her back tire quietly screeching in protest of its condition. with an instinctive — almost sympathetic — hush, romilly brushes a gentle hand against the dashboard as she pulls into the garage. the click of a seatbelt, the swing of a door; she rests her arm on the hood of her car as she peers around for a face she won’t recognise. “paging mister mechanic. your 12:15 is here,” romilly calls inward, half-sneering even as she mimics the cheery lilt of a secretary. her tongue presses against her teeth, fingers tapping anxiously against the frame of her car door.

an eventful night. he had his hands more than full with dumbass viper drivers, their best, having a race that ended in police interference. to say the very least, he’d been busy. jamie’s wiry frame leaned back on a beat up skateboard, under one of the cars, when a recognizable ringtone pulled him, skateboard first, to the sound. now, he’d agreed to making his long night an even longer one. jamie sighed, sitting on his board with his back pressed to the cool concrete of the nearest wall. his thumb and forefinger pressed hard on the bridge of his nose; the mechanic rolled to turn the coffee pot on.

he was back on autopilot when a tire squeaked up to the shop, breaking him from his hum-rendition of whatever whiny Ramone’s song had been on shuffle. he stood, because whatever sorry piece of shit ended up in his autoshop after midnight deserved more than a skateboard welcome. a final sip of his shitty coffee and a dramatic sigh later, he smashed his fist into the main garage opener, exposing his space to the moonlight and the scuffed two-door waiting for him.

“ jeez. ” he hissed under his breath at the greeting. jamie hoped, pleaded, that she wasn’t going to be super talkative. jamie did a quick scan of the damage and felt rather relieved. the car would be fine. “bring her in.” he drawled loudly; his voice echoed out into the parking lot. the whole job looked like dollar signs. he fucking hoped this lady had the cash for this job, jamie wasn’t about to waste a friday night doing free labor.

hands wiped rough on thrashed old mechanic jumpsuit, “ and ‘ya need this done tonight ? ” he pointed to the shitty lawn chairs in the corner, “ sit if you’d like. i need to get under the hood and make sure the damage isn’t internal. ” jamie’s street smarts were entirely self-taught, but he knew enough to know that he should be sizing up the potential threat in his shop. he thought of making a joke - that it must’ve been a huge deer she hit - but dismissed it. his eyes traced the stranger, looking for any injuries or clues to help him understand why this person came from the very short list of people he’d do favors for, and came back empty-handed. more coffee. “hope you’ve got the money.” he mumbled, “this ain’t gonna be cheap.”

#punkshow.#*threads #*event01.a #this got so long im very sorry please dont feel the need to match length at all

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#!!#just got home from work #gonna get to ims n hopefully get out a reply #heart

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“ motherfucker crashed my car, again, after i spent days rigging the fuel injectors.” jamie ran a greased hand through even greasier hair, tinted black with residue from his work. unassuming, jamie thought he was in the shop alone; his outburst was spoken to no one in particular. “fuckin’ adrenaline junkie racers are something else.” he kicked a lone tool box, sending it sliding across the concrete floor, “i told him! no one listens to me. fucker went 30mph faster than what i said the max speed would be. fuckin’ DIPSHIT. ” the toolbox smacks into the adjacent concrete wall, sending tools and spare parts clanging on the floor. “ jesus mary and joseph. ”

#pyramidsstarter.#posting this gave me stage fright

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𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 : kenziah 🥧𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 : [country roads - john denver] prev. [afternoon delight - starland vocal band]

𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌

[ jamie ] there’s a jacket in the garage[ jamie ] i think it’s yours[ jamie ] are you missing a jacket?𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 [ jamie ] i think you’re due for an oil change come by the garage anyway ?

#intoxivating #the ringtone is so cringey #jamie got in his country feels abt her one night #askmemes.

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# 🤗

𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 : lucas (friend)𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 : [life is a highway - rascal flats]

𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌

[ jamie ] there’s a cars marathon on hbo ,[ jamie ] anyway i fixed your car but the radio broke and now it only plays life is a highway[ jamie ] i could fix it but i think this is gonna be big for your brand

#oflucas #askmemes.

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𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 : nara from hr 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 : [default]

𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌

[ jamie ] are you going to be around the garage today[ jamie ] i’ve got a client coming in for some private work, i need the space[ jamie ] keep this hush hush, i’ll owe you big time

#nvratm #askmemes.

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𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 : clover from finance 𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗈𝗇𝖾 : [firetruck alarm tone]

𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖺𝗀𝖾𝗌 :

[ jamie ] while you were monologuing in the garage earlier did you steal one of my tools[ jamie ] lemme rephrase[ jamie ] where did you hide my torque wrench[ jamie ] gosh dang it clover

#clovecrs #askmemes.#hes gotta make the contact names inconspicuous bc police

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cell phone headcanons

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including: - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone - my muse’s last text to your muse

#do this pls #askmemes.

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#i just got home from work #before i have to make dinner im gonna get to ims n start doin that cute lil ask meme thingy #if we havent plotted yet like this ill hunt u down!!#ooc.

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ok hi im late to the partay mostly bc my shit wasnt together but now it is!!! so hi im kenny, im 21, in the cst & i prefer she/her pronouns. this is my tragic texas baby boy jamie!!! he’s basically the product of me stress watching breaking bad and becoming v interested in fall from grace tropes lol. but there’s a bunch of details about him under the cut if you want to learn more about the vipers’ mechanic, otherwise tldr;; like this and i’ll hit you up to plot !!

﹄MIN YOONGI, CISMALE, HE/HIM, TWENTY-FOUR ﹃ a new car has been dispatched in search of JAMIE KIM. he is known for being a MECHANIC for the VIPERS, for about six months now. he has proven to be resourceful and quick-witted, but also reclusive and arrogant, please proceed with caution.

more in-depth bio of me rambling here, please for the love of g*d dont read it

the gist ---- tiny bi chaos gay got a lucky shot out of the deadend future of running his family’s auto shop in texas via a full ride to ucla. mechanical engineering was the route he was set up on, + a stable friend group + a boyfriend, but he got hit with a big wave of depression and things spiraled downward from there. he walked in on his boyfriend cheating on him with his best friend a week before finals, failed all his exams, failed out of college, the ex kicked him out and he ended up on the street for a long while.

eventually, bc irony is so, so cruel, he ended up working in an auto-shop wondering how the fuck, after all that, he was going to end up just like his father. jamie was sleeping in the backseats of cars saving up that tiny min wage paycheck to eventually get his own place. he lucked out, though. jamie had done work for the right person, and got a cryptic phone call offering him a job that he took without a second thought - he’s been the vipers’ mechanic ever since.

he’s quiet, southern, a smart ass. jamie thinks he knows more than anyone about cars, which sometimes he does. he’s mostly motivated by the fear that he’ll end up on the streets again, and fullass refuses to put trust in people or spend any of his money until he feels sure that he won’t end up cold again.

random hcs;;

has a tiny bit of a texas accent but it only comes out when he’s angry or really happy.

part time JOBS - he used to work as a night guard at a museum (mostly as insurance to have somewhere to stay if things fall apart again, he’s really scared of being on the streets a second time and it feels inevitable when hes mega anxious) he wont give up the job bc hes scared he’ll need it in a pinch so he volunteers two nights a month to guard for them for free

hasn’t talked to his family in a really long time

spends a lot of his day alone // if you cant find him he’s probably asleep on his skateboard under a car

old hands

gross and sweaty and covered in grease

cap sun cancer moon taurus rising

has a couple weird quirks he picked up when he was experiencing homelessness - wears a lot of layers, eats fast, scared of cold weather

definitely an asshole at times , if he feels like ur bein a meanie to him and making fun of him he’ll def go into arrogant piece of shit mode where he’ll try to make you feel stupid ,, mega yikes

he’s the kid asleep in the back of class that the teacher calls on to be like GOTCHAbut jamie says the right answer even though he was snoring 10 seconds ago

can’t flirt so if he likes you he’ll fix all your shit & try to take care of you

skeeeeny repair man smart boy typa shit

hes a human cigarette when he’s stressed which is most of the time

GRUMPY TIRED NERDY

he’s a lil bit of a pacifist, so he doesn’t attend any of the fights. he knows speaking out against them would be stupid, so jamie keeps his mouth shut, but the violence sort of makes his skin crawl

he’s gotten meaner as the vipers have gotten more successful, he doesn’t let people fuck with him so he knows how to defend himself - he tries to inspire the intimidation and fear that would come with his reputation, but he thinks saying less is better and more effective (ie less scary).

playlist;; just his vibe kinda

001. I THINK – tyler the creator 002. baby boy – kevin abstract 003. this life – vampire weekend 004. the louvre – lorde 005. sunflower seeds – bryce vine 006. love$ick – a$ap rocky 007. waiting on the warmth – mormor 008. hold on – alabama shakes 009. cringe - stripped – matt maeson 010. empty – kevin abstract 011. o-o-h child – the five stairsteps 012. feel good inc – gorillaz 013. WEIGHT – brockhampton

wanted connections;;

a friend, pls give the kid a friend

someone outside the vipers who pays him to do work on their car

someone who rlly exposed him to something violent, ie jamie avoids them and prob freaks n thinks they’re the antichrist

the ex bf??

i’m open to anything!! it’s a lil tricky bc he’s a mcisolato but pls plot w me <3

#pyramidsintro.

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