Toshiro
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(OOC: May be relocated depending on various things, placed here at request of Moonie.)
Alex was 'home' for the moment, working with her uncle and younger brother in their uncle's bike shop. The shop was a small but popular place known for its fine work, simply named 'Burning's Custom Bikes'. A Norris T1 Tank with buzzsaws was parked around back, and there were racks around the front for locking up airbikes as well as more conventional ones.
The young man manning the counter behind the bullet-proof transparent durandium with tiny holes for speaking was Alex' younger brother Ken, who shared his sister's brown hair and emerald green eyes. Alex and her uncle, meanwhile, were assembling a custom airbike in the back. Alex' uncle Bill was a tall man with a leather jacket, sunglasses, and a beard; one who could be mistaken for having some ID-SOL in him as tall and hulking as he was.
Bill had in no way agreed with Erika's Mother's choices and opened his home to the pair of siblings. He adored his tomboy niece in particular, never able to have a daughter of his own. Alex was perhaps the only true proof that the ID-SOL gene hadn't leaked into the family genome. Alex and Ken worked toward the ability to get their own places, while pulling their weight for their Uncle's shop. Alex was home less often, having her own ship and business, but shipped in when she was around while also doing the business' shipping.
The front and back of the shop were separated by a heavy metal door decorated with posters of cycling, much like the rest of the shop. Shelves held display examples of stock, along with a readout of prices fed from a database in the computer system. The display examples were chained to the shelves so they could be picked up and inspected, but not stolen readily. If anyone got too belligerent though, There was the ability to gas sections of the store. Bill had been stolen from once and taken a round to the side when taking the jerk down, so he had installed protective measures once his niece and nephew started working. Of course, the trusty old GP-12 and Zen Arms .45 still held their hidden places place of honor just in case.
Alex was 'home' for the moment, working with her uncle and younger brother in their uncle's bike shop. The shop was a small but popular place known for its fine work, simply named 'Burning's Custom Bikes'. A Norris T1 Tank with buzzsaws was parked around back, and there were racks around the front for locking up airbikes as well as more conventional ones.
The young man manning the counter behind the bullet-proof transparent durandium with tiny holes for speaking was Alex' younger brother Ken, who shared his sister's brown hair and emerald green eyes. Alex and her uncle, meanwhile, were assembling a custom airbike in the back. Alex' uncle Bill was a tall man with a leather jacket, sunglasses, and a beard; one who could be mistaken for having some ID-SOL in him as tall and hulking as he was.
Bill had in no way agreed with Erika's Mother's choices and opened his home to the pair of siblings. He adored his tomboy niece in particular, never able to have a daughter of his own. Alex was perhaps the only true proof that the ID-SOL gene hadn't leaked into the family genome. Alex and Ken worked toward the ability to get their own places, while pulling their weight for their Uncle's shop. Alex was home less often, having her own ship and business, but shipped in when she was around while also doing the business' shipping.
The front and back of the shop were separated by a heavy metal door decorated with posters of cycling, much like the rest of the shop. Shelves held display examples of stock, along with a readout of prices fed from a database in the computer system. The display examples were chained to the shelves so they could be picked up and inspected, but not stolen readily. If anyone got too belligerent though, There was the ability to gas sections of the store. Bill had been stolen from once and taken a round to the side when taking the jerk down, so he had installed protective measures once his niece and nephew started working. Of course, the trusty old GP-12 and Zen Arms .45 still held their hidden places place of honor just in case.
