Time of day: Late Afternoon, 2:30pm
Place in the time-line April 10th, two days before the sentinel attack.

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“Damn car,” muttered the blonde mutant as she lightly kicked the tire with her casted foot. If you could even call it a kick, she touched it so lightly that a flick with a finger would have been harder on the tire. The day was particularly hot, and Jet’s car had broken down. She leaned in to smell for a fire, but couldn’t so she sat on top of the hood and put her hands to her chin.

Sweating, stranded, not having any water with her, and a dead cell phone battery Jet wished someone would take two seconds to stop and give her a helping hand. But most of the cars passing by did just that, the other half honked at her. The brown eyed woman sigh an aggravated sigh and lay down on the hood of her car regretting even going out of Mutant Town. She had to leave to pick up something away from Mutant Town, and ended up on the side of the road with a broken down vehicle. The mutant had a bad feeling when she had trouble starting her car before her way back to Mutant Town. Little did she know it’d break down on the hottest time of the day.

The blonde wondered if anyone would show her sympathy, so far no luck. And on a hot day like that, people especially sucked. Muttering to herself with her eyes closed Jet also wondered if she was going to get burned by the sun. She was just happy that she was wearing her “Rock star” tank top. It was cooler than a regular sleeved shirt, but if she were to get burned the very few scars on her arms would be visible. Most the scars on her back were hidden by the tank top but the ones on her should blade and lower neck would still be spotted
by anyone who passed by.

“Damn people, damn heat, damn car, …this sucks.” She heard a car horn and waved it off as she continued, “Damn horns, damn cell batteries.” Jet sighed, “I need to stop damning things…”

The day was hot and normal for New York, Ollie could care less about the work that was placed into half the things going on. He just left the shop of which he worked and headed out in the world in clean clothing and wet hair from the showers they provided. Ash blonde hair was slicked back as it dripped down the back of his neck causing him to shiver lightly at the feeling. With a wink his car started up before he climbed in.

Heading out he drove for a while before seeing a stranded woman with a cast on her foot. Always the gentlemen after the Corps he pulled over and heard her damn the world. “If you damn the world you’ll have nothing left,” a voice spoke from behind. He looked at the car and raised a brow at the lovely young woman who’s ass was denting the hood. “What’s the problem miss? He looked over the car making sure there was no real body damage that could give him any clues. Figuring she wouldn’t really be able to tell him much about what was going on other then she was stranded he waited and listened for her cue.

Looking out into the street it was five miles to the shop but if it was simple he could check things out here and have it fixed in a minute. Fred was out on a call and it would take him awhile to get a back in the traffic that swarmed the streets like families over Christmas dinner. “If you can get off the hood I can take a look.” He gave her pleading smile as he wished he could get the baby off the street. His mind latched on to the computer trying to read what was going on but it appeared the battery had something to do with the whole mess.

“If you damn the world you’ll have nothing left,” Jet lowered her eyebrows when the voice spoke out, she opened her eyes and sat up to look at whoever was talking. “What’s the problem miss?” The blonde looked at the man who looked like he just gotten ready to hit the town and smiled. She was glad that someone was there to finally help her, maybe everything didn’t need to be damned.

“Well I’m not to sure about that one sir, it just stopped working. I would have opened up the hood but to tell ya the truth I really wouldn’t know anything under this thing.” Jet tucked her hair behind her ear and waited to see if he would blow her off or help her. “If you can get off the hood I can take a look.” The blonde almost shouted like she had won something, but held her tongue. Instead she carefully slide off the hood and landed gently on the ground. “Thank you so much. I appreciate this.”

The blonde struggled while opening the hood, which was known to stick from time to time, but had finally got it opened. She put her hands on her hips and shrugged her shoulders. As Jet waited for the man to inspect and hopefully fix her car she decided to find out what happened with her car. At that point she didn’t care if he was human or mutant, he was there and he was helping her.

“I can’t thank you enough for helping me out. This is… people have been honking at me for that last like 20 minutes. I should have seen it coming too, it had a hard time starting earlier.” Jet leaned in to see what he would see, feeling a little bad for getting the man, who looked clean, dirty from her car.

If she kept saying thank you he thought he was going to burst. No one ever said thank you for saving the lives of those Marines or holding a rifle to protect America from harms way. The Marine looked engine inside. The beauty of man’s ability to create a life that can turn on and off. It was magical and exotic, something that bonded in with his dad. “A hood or bonnet but that depends on where you come from.” He told as she called the hood a thing.

Shaking his head he pulled the clean shirt off revealing a somewhat defined muscle system. Tattoo were on his arms and back a few that stood out was Lay liberty wrapped in a flag, his MOS number with a skull, and Spartan his team call name, with his MOS number again. Turing his back to her as he pretty much dove head first into the car the Marine corps symbol was shown with grace and beauty on framer tanned flesh.

“I think it’s the battery. Do you have jumper cables?” He asked as he looked up at her. “Everything else looks fine but you’re going to need a few bolts tightened and probably get a new carburetor within the next month, but I would get a battery in the next hour or so.” He told her.

Wiping his hands on his jeans like any good car guy he offered his hand, “I’m Ollie Wine. I’m one of the mechanics down at Pep Boys.” She was a pretty girl an hurt too. He gave a sigh and wondered if he could grab someone off the street to do the other side of the jump. It wasn’t the best idea in the world it only had to work for the situation and the fact that they were in the area.

“A hood or bonnet but that depends on where you come from.” Jet held her tongue, she knew what it was. But she nodded as if she never knew that, he was helping her out. She thought it would be rude to correct him. The blonde couldn’t help but stare at him when he took off his shirt. She noticed the tattoos he had, especially the Marine Corps one. The mutant didn’t realize she was staring until the man started to talk.


“I think it’s the battery. Do you have jumper cables?” Jet thought for a moment as he looked up at her. Before she could reply he told her about needing a new battery. She wondered how much it would cost her and replied back to the man, “Well I think I got the cables in the trunk.” The blonde went to the trunk and opened it, after shuffling for a few moments she found the cables and walked back to the front of the car.

“I’m Ollie Wine. I’m one of the mechanics down at Pep Boys.” The blonde shook his hand and replied, “I’m Jet Black, nice to meet you.” She paused for a few moments and continued, “So how much is the battery and carburetor gonna cost me?” Jet had just joined X-Factor and wasn’t sure if she’d be able to pay for anything until after she sold her house. She brought her fingers to her lips and started to bite them wondering how high the price was going to be.


[ooc: Sorry it's short]

Personally, he could careless if she knew that or not just don’t call it a thing around him. Knowing far more then anyone else it was something that lived and purred like a kitten. It wasn’t hat he thought she was stupid it’s just mutation and he felt things people normally didn’t feel about cars.

He placed a hand near his mouth to stifle a yawn. “Can yeah grab them? I’m going to pop my hood.”

He walked over to the car and popped the hood with ease. He looked over his clean engine and thought about her dirty one. Half of him felt like giving it good cleaning but that was up to her. Leaning into his open window he grabbed a rag and walked over to clean off the parts that needed to be clean for this.

Listening to her questions he wanted to answer that it won’t be too much. The Carburetor won’t cost to much, about $20 or so and you can put that on by yourself. The battery can run you up to one hundred dollars, sometimes up to one thousand depending on the model you need.”

He gave her shrug and looked up the sky as fingers wiped away the grim on the battery and over the top of the engine. He frowned at how dirty it was. “You should get this cleaned. Your engine will run much better.”

Jet was relieved that it wouldn’t cost too much to have her car fixed. Letting off a small sigh she wiped the beads of sweat forming on the top of her forehead. The sun seemed to be hotter than ever. “You should get this cleaned. Your engine will run much better.” The blonde didn’t realize that cleaning under the hood of a car was an option. So much she had to do for her car, every bit of it would be worth it. She loved her car, getting it shortly after she had first arrived to New York and getting it paid off just last year. It had been nearly 6 years since she got it.

“Whatever I gotta do to fix her up again.” Jet realized that not ten minutes before she was damning it. But with the heat and people constantly honking at her she was understandably upset. The blonde didn’t know much about cars, other than changing the oil and filling it up with gas. But she tried her best to take care of what she did know about cars. She tried to change the oil in her car one time but ended up getting oil everywhere.

Jet scratched her head and asked, “So the Pep Boy’s you work at, they got the stuff I need and someone to clean the engine?”