Joshua was neither a mechanic nor a pilot. In fact, he was hardly mechanically inclined; that would mean he'd have to get dirty. The most he really did with technology was troll the network, or take photographs. Still, he did like the look of many machines. They were kind of fascinating, something designed to be practical, but still having slivers of artistry and creativity here and there.
He'd been around the hangars enough to recognise the people coming in and out of it, and when he saw a stranger walk up to a plane that was definitely not hers, he approached her. "Nice plane, isn't it?" he said with a grin. "I almost want to steal it."
[ooc: I hope you don't mind slow tags? I'm generally pretty slow |||OTL]
She didn't hear his approach. Figures, she was far too engrossed in sizing up her client of the day. Small but practical, it had tell-tale signs of amateur craftsmanship in the slightly crooked fittings of the metallic plates - something that only industrial manufacturing would take into account, and the paint job was most certainly non-standardized. She hadn't fixed many planes before, but another look-over the plane brought up images of textbooks and mechanical guidebooks that she had devoured over the years between research projects. She should start by checking it bottom up, wings, then tail, fault-lines, engine runs, propellant check.
Before she could do anything, though, his voice rang out far too close for comfort. Startled, she turned around, did a double take. Possibly male, her height, silver hair? Smartly dressed, and that grin.
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, if you're going to steal a plane, steal the one next to it. That one's not going anywhere until I've taken a look at it."
Sounded like this girl was the mechanic for the plane, though he guessed that earlier since she wasn't its pilot. She did seem rather short and skinny for such physical labour, but he'd met some mechanics who didn't fit the look.
Joshua gave her a look of surprise, curling a hand under his chin as he spoke, "My, it seems like mechanics are getting shorter and shorter every day! Skipping meals makes you stay short, you know."
It was the look of surprise, that really got to her, but she couldn't say that. Generally, recognition followed a predetermined thought that had been disproved - which meant that he had previously established an opinion of her, and somehow, he had pieced together something that ha- 'What, you thought I was a plane thief, ingrate?'.
She bristled, and straightened her back. "Wh-what do you know? I have a perfectly healthy diet. And who wants to be tall anyway? Tall people don't fit in the back compartments and can't get at the communications devices."
Abe had been lightly napping in his plane, his supplies and pack safely tucked away in the passenger seat, when incoming footsteps woke him up. His plane, a two-seater called Catcher, was parked nearby. He had been watching over both their planes and Quatre's this past few weeks, and he'd watch over Starbuck's, too, if her plane wasn't already being watched by a team elsewhere. That was what happened to the betting favorites, after all.
The pilot peered out of his cockpit, still a little muzzy, and spotted the girl about to do something to Souji's plane.
"Hey! What're you doing there!" he asked despite himself.
The interruption wasn't very much warranted. After all, she had already unstrapped her creeper from her back, and was about to roll herself underneath the plane for the preliminary check-ups. She nearly slipped on the four-wheeled board when the voice brought her to an annoying halt.
She turned and scowled. There was a head sticking out from the cockpit of a plane nearby, presumably the owner of the voice, though he seemed to have just woken up from a nap or something, judging from the rather mussed look to his hair and face.
"What does it look like?" She scowled. "Doing the plane a damn favor."
"Yeah, by sneaking around," Abe shot back, before he reached out to grab the rung nearest the cockpit and hauled himself out of his plane. He dropped to the ground on his feet with a soft thud.
"I made that plane. There's nothing wrong with it," he added with a great, giant frown on his face.
"And who said I was sneaking? I don't sneak. It's not like I have nothing to hide from you."
Hm. Judging from the way he swung himself out of the cockpit, he certainly wasn't a squatter. Though judging from the possessive way he frowned at her in relation to the planes, he was probably a pilot. Possibly a fanatic, but Rita wasn't willing to go that far on judgement. However, that was quite the mighty frown that he was making, and she didn't like how it was directed towards her. Dammit, she was just trying to do her job, why did all these people have to-
Oh wait. Did he say he made that plane?
Her eyes narrowed in scrutiny, then an eyebrow quirked as she took in his appearance in a new light.
She snorted. "And I was told by the person who made this plane to give it a check-up."
Kara walked in sometime later, whistling a tune as she headed for her plane - it was parked near Pip's and Souji's, although neither pilot seemed to be around at the moment. She wondered, idly, if she ought to go to the other side and check if Abe was around.
The blond stretched, attempting to ease the ache out of her muscles as she went along. She looked around after she was done, scanning the crowd for familiar faces, or maybe just people she could bug since she was bored enough.
Apparently, it was a white plane, custom model, name 'Starbuck' that was supposed to be inscribed on it somewhere. But there were a lot of custom models, with the majority of them being white 'Is it a fad, or something?', and she had neglected to ask just where were the words inscribed. Jumping plane columns, she gave both sides of each white custom model a look, checked the wings and the undersides, Starbuck, Starbuck, Starbuck...
Oh, the letter finishing was gaudy.
Though she had a mindset that all finishings were gaudy. Naming your instrument's one thing, branding them with a stamp is very much another. It's not like the planes didn't know their own names, anyway. Taking a quick look around, and not seeing anyone near the vicinity of the plane, she dropped her tool kit, and prepared for a check-up.
S-so late. /eaten by RL againfrakkdisJuly 13 2009, 10:49:32 UTC
Upon seeing someone crouched by her plane looking quite ready to fiddle with it, Kara's first instinct was to pull her gun out and plant a bullet in that brain. What stopped her, however, was both the fact that it wouldn't do to stop her chances of winning through violence and that exchange she had recently had over the network, right after the qualifying races.
"You must be that lost kid," she remarked as she came up from behind.
RL is harsh. ;=====;infinitepiJuly 13 2009, 17:13:59 UTC
(Ooc: ... Has anyone else noticed how RL sounds similar to Reial? O__O //random)
Not again. Though this time, she felt rather than heard the approaching figure in the sense of a strange, warm thing looming over her and very much breathing down her neck. Whirling around, she came face-to-face with... yet another unfamiliar face saying something that would otherwise seem far out of context.
"Do I look like a six-year-old to you?" She spat sarcastically, dropping her creeper onto the ground unceremonially. "And I'm not lost. I'm here, aren't I? Be grateful for it."
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He'd been around the hangars enough to recognise the people coming in and out of it, and when he saw a stranger walk up to a plane that was definitely not hers, he approached her. "Nice plane, isn't it?" he said with a grin. "I almost want to steal it."
[ooc: I hope you don't mind slow tags? I'm generally pretty slow |||OTL]
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Before she could do anything, though, his voice rang out far too close for comfort. Startled, she turned around, did a double take. Possibly male, her height, silver hair? Smartly dressed, and that grin.
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, if you're going to steal a plane, steal the one next to it. That one's not going anywhere until I've taken a look at it."
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Joshua gave her a look of surprise, curling a hand under his chin as he spoke, "My, it seems like mechanics are getting shorter and shorter every day! Skipping meals makes you stay short, you know."
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She bristled, and straightened her back. "Wh-what do you know? I have a perfectly healthy diet. And who wants to be tall anyway? Tall people don't fit in the back compartments and can't get at the communications devices."
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The pilot peered out of his cockpit, still a little muzzy, and spotted the girl about to do something to Souji's plane.
"Hey! What're you doing there!" he asked despite himself.
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She turned and scowled. There was a head sticking out from the cockpit of a plane nearby, presumably the owner of the voice, though he seemed to have just woken up from a nap or something, judging from the rather mussed look to his hair and face.
"What does it look like?" She scowled. "Doing the plane a damn favor."
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"I made that plane. There's nothing wrong with it," he added with a great, giant frown on his face.
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Hm. Judging from the way he swung himself out of the cockpit, he certainly wasn't a squatter. Though judging from the possessive way he frowned at her in relation to the planes, he was probably a pilot. Possibly a fanatic, but Rita wasn't willing to go that far on judgement. However, that was quite the mighty frown that he was making, and she didn't like how it was directed towards her. Dammit, she was just trying to do her job, why did all these people have to-
Oh wait. Did he say he made that plane?
Her eyes narrowed in scrutiny, then an eyebrow quirked as she took in his appearance in a new light.
She snorted. "And I was told by the person who made this plane to give it a check-up."
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The blond stretched, attempting to ease the ache out of her muscles as she went along. She looked around after she was done, scanning the crowd for familiar faces, or maybe just people she could bug since she was bored enough.
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Oh, the letter finishing was gaudy.
Though she had a mindset that all finishings were gaudy. Naming your instrument's one thing, branding them with a stamp is very much another. It's not like the planes didn't know their own names, anyway. Taking a quick look around, and not seeing anyone near the vicinity of the plane, she dropped her tool kit, and prepared for a check-up.
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"You must be that lost kid," she remarked as she came up from behind.
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Not again. Though this time, she felt rather than heard the approaching figure in the sense of a strange, warm thing looming over her and very much breathing down her neck. Whirling around, she came face-to-face with... yet another unfamiliar face saying something that would otherwise seem far out of context.
"Do I look like a six-year-old to you?" She spat sarcastically, dropping her creeper onto the ground unceremonially. "And I'm not lost. I'm here, aren't I? Be grateful for it."
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