How the hell?[Open]

[Blane Reed]

Blaze drove his car up into his one parking spot. He finally decided to get a home. It mdidn't need to be big, just perfect for Blaze. He shut of his car looking around. The old Hel's Nails in busy old Hell's Kitchen. New York was a crazy plce and had the crazy people. His long sigh broke the silence that was in his car. He opened the door to get out of his car and go inside. The sun would be up in two hours. Blaze didn't want to die just yet. It would be a waste of great talents.

He looked over his shoulder, watching his car alarm turn on. Blaze went to reach for his house key, when he figured it out, He now left it on the table in the house. Blaze used the door handle lock. Blaze couldn't believe it, he locked himself out of his own place. That was the gayest thing in the world. It was bad enough that the sun was coming up. The Hell's Nails didn't open until ten. His eyes broke off the door. He couldn't break in, that would be bad. Espically if you were in Hell's Kitchen.

Blaze moved back to the sidewalk, loioking down at his car. "This is just fucking great![/color] Blaze yelled out. Kicking his car, setting the alarm off. Oh boy, now Blaze ripped out his car key, and shut it off, sighing as he looked at how bad he kicked it.

[msman]

Mit’s bike roared to a stop, groaning as it told him he was out of fuel. Bad day after bad day was taking its toll on him, so he decided to ride on his bike for a bit to clear his head. for hours he had been riding around, only to find that it wasn’t working and he was out of gas. Throwing his helmet aside he stumbled off the piece-of-crap bike he had, screaming at it in Japanese Korean and English, pissed off at the idea that he hadn’t looked to see how he was doing on the much-needed liquid. Sighing he sat on the sidewalk looking up at the sky that would be getting light soon.

And of all places too. Shoving himself to his tired feet again he gathered up his scratched helmet, wheeled his bike through the streets, and hoped to find someone around that could tell him where the nearest gas station was. After ten minutes of walking he heard a shout and a car alarm, smirking and thinking it was some kind of thief that was doing a damned bad job. So he followed it until the alarm shut off, by then he could see the person.

“Yo! Easler to take if alarm is off.” He called, smirking as he walked.

[Blane Reed]

Blaze looked at the damage on his car. Oh boy, he needed it fixed now. Fucking great, Blaze didn’t have the money to fix it. Gah, why didn’t he go into auto body. He would be able to fix all his car stuff. But no, he had to only go learn the engine. He should of got that guy to teach him more and more. Blaze shook his head, trying to figure out what he had done now. Locked out of his house with his car. He looked around quickly and heard a light voice.

"Its my car you jackass!"[/color] Blaze yelled towards the voice. What an ass. Who would yell such a thing. Weren't you suppose to call the cops if you heard someone alarm. Blaze eye's went narrow. His ears picked up onm him faster. Blaze turned his alarm back on and went off. He looked around for the sound of the walking bike and the very light footsteps.

[msman]

(Pretend that he has an accent, I’m not dealing with it anymore.)

Mitsu snorted as he heard the response, knowing full well that sarcasm and an accent didn’t go well together. Hearing the car arm itself again he glanced at his watch, glowing faintly with the backlight. Wow, it was late. Or, early. Whatever. He was annoyed at himself, but glad he didn’t have work tomorrow. He kept walking, finally reaching where he hoped the person to be. It was fricking dark! Didn’t matter, he could do worse.

“So you having trouble with it?” Mit knew his way around the in-parts of motor stuffs. And how to get in and out of cars without them knowing. “Or do you just like making a lot of noise super early in the morning?”