Kaleigh Peters ✈ Captain James T. Kirk (kirkout) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-12-19 12:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | kaleigh peters, mikhail sokolski |
Who: Kal Peters and Mikhail Sokolski
What: Kirk and Sulu meet, hilarity ensues?
Where: Kal's Motors in Phoenix, Arizona
When: December 19, 2010. Early Sunday afternoon.
Warnings: None?
It was early on a Sunday afternoon and Kal was hard at work in her garage. If you took only one look at Kal Peters, you wouldn't automatically think of a woman who's been making her life as a grease monkey. That is until maybe you focused in on her clothes and noticed all the tiny oil stains on her jeans. She had an entire wardrobe set aside for work purposes only, most of which consisted of greased up, dirty jeans and men's tanks. Not the most glamorous as far as making a living went, but Kal had never cared about glamorous before. This was where she had always been most comfortable, ever since she was thirteen years old and begging her uncle to teach her the inner workings of a car engine. Her home had always been in some dark, dank garage, bent over the hood of a car wrestling with its innards. When she'd finally been able to afford her own garage a few years ago, after spending years working for one shit mechanic after another, she'd never been happier.
Her parents had never understood her passion. They didn't understand that when she was working on the engine of a car, everything else in her life melted away. She could listen to the purr of a motor and hear what was wrong with it, she could spend hours upon hours just tinkering around inside a car and never get bored. At the end of the day she never failed to come out from under the hood of a car without engine grease streaking her face and clothing, but she didn't care. Sometimes she wished she was just a little more feminine, for completely shallow reasons, but Ryan had never seemed to care that she was more or less a tom boy. That was all that mattered. And hey, she did remember to wear a dress on the appropriate occasions. That had to count for something, right?
"OW. Mother of god, ow!" Kal lurched back from the hood, immediately sticking her middle finger in her mouth and sucking on it hard. She'd caught it underneath the wrench she'd been using to turn the wadget screw on the carburator, and now her finger was throbbing. Man, that had hurt like a bitch. "You okay, Kal?" One of her mechanics walked right by her, not at all concerned with her sudden exclamation of expletives since this was not an irregular occurrence working at Kal's Motors. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine Billy, thanks. Fucking mother of fuck," Kal muttered, throwing the size 7 wrench to the side and plopping down on the chair behind her to sulk for a minute before getting back to work.