Peter Quill (betterthanhoff) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2019-01-15 08:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | hayley marshall, peter quill (star-lord) |
Who: Hayley and Peter
What: Getting a job
When: Last night
Where: Crescent Moon Studio
Rating/Warnings: Low
Status: Complete!
It took some time (and digging around) but Peter eventually found that old working set of tools in Yondu's garage that he’d told him about. It had to be the old set, because like hell Yondu would trust him with anything newer, but that suited Peter just fine. He didn't actually know what type of repairs or renovations Hayley was looking for. Whatever it was though, he was confident he could do it. Throughout the years, he'd apprenticed in many different trades, learning several enough to be competent but never stuck around long enough to get certified. It didn't really matter in the long run -- the skills were there, and it wasn't like he could un-learn them. He knew the building codes, knew what he could and couldn't get away with, and unlike his checkered past would expect, he had respect for his work. He hadn't wanted to interrupt any classes, so he waited until near the end of the night before showing up. Walking into the studio, he looked around intrigued. He'd never been in a yoga studio before, and wasn't actually sure what he was expecting. Maybe more statues of elephants or the smell of incense? Peter reached out and rapped his knuckles on the front desk. "Hello?," he called out. "It's Peter Quill, is Hayley available?" He had some manners, after all.
Crescent Moon Studio was a two-floor building with four rooms on the bottom, entrance with the desk and one is a smaller room for a store with items to buy, two plain yoga rooms and one has a heated humidified for Hot Yoga. There are stairs behind the desk that leads upstairs which is the loft that's mainly a locker room/break room for employees and has an office for Hayley. It was the end of the day, everyone just left from the class and Hayley was in the studio mopping the floors herself. She had a few staff members, but Hayley was hands-on with her studio so she tends to do a lot of the work herself. When she heard someone call out and then announce who he was, she smiled as she moved the door. "Be right there," she called out as she placed the mop by the wall and dusted her hands on her yoga pants. She stepped out of the studio in the hall, "I'm glad you came," she welcomed him with a warm smile and it was the truth. Hayley loved what she did, she loves to share the gift of being one with your body and with yourself. In black yoga pant, blue tank, her hair loosely around her face, she walked up to him, extended her hand to shake, "It's a pleasure to meet you in person."
"Thanks." Peter honestly wasn't sure why he was there, if he was truthful. It wasn't like he had a burning desire to become one with his body and soul and start drinking kale smoothies. Boredom was a powerful motivator and he was dying to get out of Yondu's, even if it was just for an hour or so. Walking Kraglin didn't count.
"It's a nice place you have here," he commented, looking around. Neat, tidy, relaxing, if he had to name an emotion. "Wanna show me what you want fixed up? and maybe tell me what you're expecting? I have all the time in the world, so anything we start can be done pretty damn quick."
"First off, I want you to take your time," Hayley stressed, "a rush job doesn't give off great energy when you are finished." She waved her hand to follow her as she spoke. "I was thinking adding some zen colors into the studios," she opens the door and stepped in, the studio mirrored a dance studio, mirrors on the wall, windows along the other side. "Where there's white on the wall, I'm thinking, pink beige to tone the studio better," She looked around the room and back at him, "doable?"
Peter made a noise at the back of his throat as he listened to her talk. With one hand out, he smoothed it on the wall, checking to see how solid it was. Dry-wall was easy enough to work with, and it looked like everything had been done properly before hand. "Painting's easy," he said finally, after looking around. "Your walls are in good shape, there's little that I need to patch if at all, and since they're already painted, I don't know that I need to prime either. I thought you needed stuff actually built, so hey, bonus." He turned to look at her and grinned. "Totally doable, and I promise, I'll only think happy thoughts while I paint, make sure you get some positive energy or whatever." "And I was kinda joking about yoga lessons," he admitted. "I think the old man would seriously bust my balls about it....but this is a nice place you got, for real. Have you had it long? Is yoga all you do here?"
"If you want to build things, I'd like ballet bars across some of the mirrors in one of the studios. I have a storage closet of sort that I would like to make into a isolated meditation room, would love a small fountain in there." Hayley had a lot she wanted to do with the studio, he just opened a door for her. Though when he said he was joking about taking a class, she frowned slightly, "One should not be embarrassed to try to be enlightened." When he asked about the studio, she smiled, "Only a few months, I was traveling with my parents than we ended up in Bali, Indonesia. I took a class there and just fell in love with it. It truly help quell my energy. I stayed on to learn, while they moved on to another place for their studies. Both being herbalists, always looking for new things to help people." She waved her hand for him to follow her, "As far as classes, for now we only have a few, Hatha Yoga that makes you hold each pose as one take a few breaths. It's a gentler form of yoga, stretches you out. Vinyasa Yoga, of my faves, links movement and breath together in a dance-like way." Hayley open a door to another studio, "this one has the best light, I'd like the ballet bars on those mirrors, maybe paint it as well." She smiled ash she kept explaining, "Bikram Yoga is another style, 26 poses and two breathing exercises in a 90-minute sequence and the studio over there is where we do Bikram and Hot Yoga, which is like Bikram, just not as strict. We also offer meditation classes as well, to help with an individual achieve a mentally clear and emotionally calm state."
All of that sounded good, and he totally could feel ready and eager to start. "Indonesia, huh. That's cool. I've never left the US. Always thought I should, but with my record..." He trailed off. Oh crap, had he told her? He thought he had. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, he shifted his stance. How could he explain to this lady, who had parents and a career, and a passion that he'd thoroughly fucked up his life before the age of 30? "Um, so full disclosure. I just got out of prison BUT," He put up his hands in front of him, "it wasn't for anything violent or anything you need to worry about. I'm living over with Yondu Udonta, you probably know of him since he's the one that got me on that net site I met you on. He can vouch for me, and yeah. I'll do the work, I can do it after-hours, late, all night, whatever you want. I ...just really need a job and to do something, and I guarantee you, everything you've asked? I can do, and it'll be perfect. And if you don't trust me with money, which is cool too, I can give you a list of the materials I need, or pick it out and you go pay for it...whatever works." He lowered his hands, and gave her a slightly defeated look. "I did my time, I'm on the up and up now, just trying to put my life together again."
Hayley paused, she wasn't sure what to say, but he was very upfront and she could give him a chance, what could it hurt? "May I ask why you were in prison?" she asked him, "I don't have an issue with it, everyone needs a second chance in life, you are more than welcome to work here. I need things done and you can do them, it's not like you'll be working with customers we can do early morning and some nights..." she was pondering this, "whatever schedule works for you, I'm basically here every day." Offering a smile toward him, "I trust you till you give me a reason not to," she informed him, "so don't give me a reason, alright?"
"No problem!" he answered enthusiastically. "And like I said, it was nothing violent. I was involved in a...bank robbery BUT I was the getaway driver really." He wasn't going to get into the damn safe and his inventions. Bank robbery was bad enough. God, what was he thinking? "It was stupid, and I was pretty messed up then so..."
He looked around the room and nodded. "But this? This will look amazing when I'm done. I can start tomorrow evening with the painting, do each room one at a time. I'm a night hawk anyways. I know you're busy teaching, so just leave me notes telling me what you want, and I'll leave you a list of the supplies I need, okay? You won't regret this, Hayley."
Her eyes widen, but then she nodded her head, he did his time, he seems remorseful and she was going to give him a chance. She waved her hand to dismiss any further talk of his crimes, "it's in the past and you are clearly moving to the future, I just wanted to know." She offered a smile, to show she wasn't worried, he did give her plenty of options to work with working with him. "Deal," she told him as she extended her hand to shake, "I look forward to working with you!"
He took her small hand in his and gave it a good, firm shake. "Thanks," he said with a relieved look on his face.
Peter pulled a notepad and a pencil from his back pocket and gave her a nod. "If you don't mind then, I want to go back to the rooms and take some notes, build you a work plan. Give me about a week, and you'll have everything done."
Finally. He'd have something to do other than drink and walk Yondu's dog.