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Robyn had dropped off into bed and woken up precisely an hour later. She routinely checked herself over in the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door, took her normal shower, cleaned up, fixed her hair, and threw her uniform on with practiced ease.

Her parents were already gone as they were usually out the door fairly early. Her mother worked across town and her father had a client he had to represent in court early this morning, so she was left to her own devices, which suited her right down to the ground. Her day passed with little issue and she had just left her campus.

As Robyn went along, she walked past the public school her school was four blocks down from that she normally passed to get to the metro station that would take her home. What Robyn saw on the grounds made her pause. What she saw Shannon. However, seeing Shannon was not the issue as she had seen a Player or two outside the Game. However, Shannon was being beating up on by what appeared to be a big jock.

Her mouth reacted faster than her brain did. "Hey! Asshole! Cut that out!" She hared across the property, garnering surprised looks from the public school kids that hadn't expected the Catholic School Girl to suddenly appear out of nowhere. She didn't get there in time to keep Shannon from hitting the dirt, but she did stand protectively in front of him.

"Wow, what a manly man you are! Picking on people that are obviously weaker than you so you can get your peanuts off!" she snarled, her eyes narrowed in fury and her mouth set at an ugly angle reminiscent of a snarling lioness. Her hand gripped the strap of her tote and her feet were splayed. At a moment's notice, she could fling the bag aside to protect her face as she knew good and well she wouldn't fight back so that she couldn't get in trouble. At this point, she wasn't starting a fight. She was coming to the defense of another and if he hit her, she could so get her lawyer father to press charges.

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He managed to get home in time to drop into bed, fully clothed and a couple of his more recent acquisitions of wounds unattended. His eyes popped open not too long later and he groaned as he sat up, not really wanting to move just yet. However, one glance at the clock told him to move his keester.

Busily, he went through his morning ritual and threw on his work clothes. Then, he adjusted his eye patch, walked out of his little hole-in-the-wall apartment, and raced to work. He was lucky it was within walking distance as he didn't need to bother with driving. Most of Patrick's major places he visited did not require driving, which was good because the cost of having you reviewed on whether or not you could drive every single stinking year was pretty cost ineffective.

As such, he was glad he was actually a motorcycle mechanic. Even though he had no depth perception, he could work on them as the motorcycles tended to be up close and personal. He could figure out depths at that range and did it all the time.

He was not allowed, however, to do the inspections on any of the vehicles. Patrick understood. He was truly a liability. There were days he cursed his past and his father for taking his eye, but there was little he could do about it and he always diffused whatever comments thrown his way about it by making some comment about how all chicks digged his eye patch.

His day had been going quite the normal route... when she walked straight out of the previous night and into the shop with a messed up Ducati. He cast an eye over it even as he slid out of the office with its one-way mirror. The purpose was so that the employees could see out without having to have the boss's business spied on.

"Hello," Hector said, beating him to the punch of the meet-and-greet when Patrick had just entered the bay. "What happened to your bike?"
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Last edited by Shenandoah; 02-13-2011 at 12:42 PM.
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