OOC: Hey Rapture, you still here?


IC: It was a cool evening like it usually was. As Sweeney worked under the 1956 Cadillac Coupe DeVille that belonged to his boss, he wondered about what all this would do for him. In his head, the result of a paycheck at the end of every two weeks caused a small smile to form on the edges of his mouth, but the actual benefits still caused him to ponder. Sweeney lay his duffel bag across the garage next to old parts and doohickeys he didn't quite understand. He knew enough though to get the job, just not enough to know the names.

Rolling himself out from under the car, he wiped his dark stained face with a nearby towel. A deep breath followed, and soon after Sweeney began walking across the room. As he made his way toward his bag, he peered into his boss's office window. The man was talking on the phone, and although he could see him, he couldn't make out what he was saying. He was yelling, that's for sure. Sweeney decided to continue towards what was intended.

He looked into his bag noting his several toys, still folded up and placed in the formations that he had set them in. Each contraption was created like a car was, and even though they weren't cars, they functioned through a host, something had to operate them. Something had to control them. It was an odd comparison, but it made sense though.

"Hey boss, I'll be right outside, if you need me, just call!" Sweeney shouted. He didn't expect his boss to hear him and for the most part, he could care less. He merely placed his duffel bag over his shoulder and stepped outside. The fresh air would be refreshing, and not only that but at least he'd be away from all those sounds that were made during work.

OOC: Yah

"Vhhhhhhh Shuuuuuuu"
That was the sound Damien's car made as it blazed across the smooth asphalt beneath it, such a sweet sound. The tycoon had decided to take his newest car for a drive around the country side. It went fairly well and he enjoyed the sites, however he would end up driving through a bit of mud and his car would need to be freshly cleaned. That's when we arrive back where we began, with him cruising through the city. He was on the lookout for a shop to get his ride cleaned at. In true Rapture nature however he simply wouldn't go anywhere and believed that any shop that cleaned his car was truly privileged. Therefore he only went to the best, and even then he demanded complete perfection for his money. The type of pull he had in business would get many a shops closed for not getting his demands exactly right.

Peering out his tinted windows, he would catch a glimpse of an exotic looking auto shop. It was definitely extravagant with blue spotlights that lit up the dark night sky and seriously impressing tech. This was definitely the place Damien would take his car to get cleaned at, and maybe even have the engine and such looked at. Gently pulling on the wheel, he would glide into the garage softly, yet commanding respect. Gawks were evident in the mechanics eye's as the gazed at his magnificent car. Envy was obviously a trait they all shared when it came to such a trophy. Just from slight inspection he could tell they were all dying to examine it, like artist wanting to examine the Mona Lisa.

The best wasn't yet to come however, you see Damien was always in the public eye and a pioneer in the buisness industry. A lord when it came vehicles and weapons. His company Rapture Inc. was one of the largest producers of the two commodities in the world, unquestionably these mechanics would know who he was. Firmly he gripped the door handle and softly pushed it open, revealing himself to them. Even more stares and ogling would occur as he gracefully step across the soft black ground towards the building. He enjoyed the attention most certainly and always made sure that he was wearing the best materials possible when he went into the public eye. On this specific day he would be wearing custom made jet black slacks with a button up white silk shirt and a similar custom made pinstripe jacket. As for accessories he had diamond earrings and a platinum watch, adorning himself with duplicate cuff links and a platinum chain with a corresponding platinum snake emblem. His hair quaffed to appear slightly messy but in a very professional way, and to finish off the outfit he would wear premier argyle socks with custom leather loafers.

Quite the gorgeous man himself, the outfit only helped to enhance the respect he gathered from those around him. Stepping towards the garage he would momentarily clear his throat and make an announcement.

"I'm looking for a new mechanic to privately work for me as my personal staff. This entails a salary of 500,000 dollars a year, access to my private garage and any other requests that he would need. I have chosen this garage as the venue for my selection and as such any and all staff here may try. I will independently interview all that wish to apply and select one of you to clean and examine my vehicle. If I feel that that person does an overly exceptional job, then he will immediately gather his possessions and be transported to live at my 5 bedroom 3 bath guest house. Adorned with all the luxurious and amenities that any man or women could possibly desire. Such as a completely stocked work bench with the latest technology, a flat screen 60' inch television and a 40 foot across 20 foot wide 10 foot deep swimming pool. As you can imagine, this is an incredible opportunity and none of you may deserve it at all. However I'm willing to give you the privilege to attempt to earn this. I would ask that you form a single file line and please be patient as this will take some time."

After his announcement he would look out at the crowd of mechanics who stood dumbstruck at his amazing offer. Then without missing a beat he turned and walked strode towards his car. Stepping into it, he would roll the window down the power window, then with the wave of his hand he would invite them over to his vehicle to join him in the interviews one at a time. A line would immediately formed as the men fought for position in it. Eventually however the order was determined and the first man would join him in the vehicle. This interview would be rather bland and not what rapture desired, excusing him he would invite the next one in but to similar results. This would continue for quite some time, this wasn't a surprise to Damien though as he was being incredibly picky about who he wanted. He desired the perfect mechanic with a very specific personality, whether that man would show up at this shop or another one later was something only fate could decide. However he wouldn't give up until he found the mechanic he was looking for.

OOC: SSC Ultimate Aero I.E His Car

Sweeney lay with his back pressed against the garage walls when all of a sudden a loud noise was heard in the distance. At first Sweeney assumed that it was a car, but not of the average ordinary breed. In fact, as time progressed and the vehicle finally revealed itself, Sweeney was stunned at the appearance of the vehicle. In the past, he had worked on cars, and a fair amount too, but this car was out of the ordinary. He had never seen one of this sort of car, but as it pulled up into the garage, his curiosity grew.

Sweeney followed the car into the garage, inspecting the spoiler and several other aspects of the vehicle as the others stood in awe. Though there were quite the number of mechanics, the numbers were still low. With about twenty members, with some taking the day off and some sick and some deported, about ten remained. It was like a small family where everyone knew each other.

Sweeney's train of thought crashed when a well dressed man exited his well formed car and inspected his surroundings. He was obviously checking to see if this place deserved his patronage, and whether or not his vehicle was worked on or not was still questionable. It was an expensive looking car that looked like work was unnecessary. The man was adorned with several jewel and Sweeney wondered whether or not his suit was made of money.

"I'm looking for a new mechanic to privately work for me as my personal staff. This entails a salary of 500,000 dollars a year, access to my private garage and any other requests that he would need. I have chosen this garage as the venue for my selection and as such any and all staff here may try. I will independently interview all that wish to apply and select one of you to clean and examine my vehicle. If I feel that that person does an overly exceptional job, then he will immediately gather his possessions and be transported to live at my 5 bedroom 3 bath guest house. Adorned with all the luxurious and amenities that any man or women could possibly desire. Such as a completely stocked work bench with the latest technology, a flat screen 60' inch television and a 40 foot across 20 foot wide 10 foot deep swimming pool. As you can imagine, this is an incredible opportunity and none of you may deserve it at all. However I'm willing to give you the privilege to attempt to earn this. I would ask that you form a single file line and please be patient as this will take some time."

A line formed with staff members gathering behind one another. Sweeney waited and in some sense the last in line. For the most part he didn't care too much for this. The man loved to brag about his wealth and found joy in mocking others misfortunes. One by one the mechanics approached the car, entering in one end and exiting the other. As they did so, each person drooped their head down or showed some other sign of showing disappointment. as the line shrunk, Sweeney decided to get in line. Though the money didn't matter, the fact that this guy was rich meant that supplies could be supplied for his "projects". Moving to a house from his small apartment would be nice if he got the chance, but he wouldn't raise his hopes too high.

Before he knew it, the line had shrunk enough that it was his turn to enter the car. It was odd that a garage would be interviewed today. Sweeney wondered what his boss would be thinking if he saw what was happening to his employees. He'd probably freak out first, then fire his workers if they could be replaced... Probably not...

As Sweeney took a seat, he gazed at the man in the driver's seat for a split second, quickly noting his physical features. There was definitely something odd about this character, but what? Sweeney moved his hair out of his face in preparation for this conversation.

"So, you put up an intriguing offer earlier. What's the catch, and who exactly are you?"

More and more potential mechanics would enter the car only to be dismissed moments later for lacking what he needed. All of them seemed to intent on showing him why they were amazing mechanics, instead of showing him who they were. That is what he was really looking for, that and a few other necessary abilities, but that would be discussed with the winner at a later time. For now he was simply interested in requiring someone he could hold a conversation with, someone that wouldn't work for him simply for the perks. I guess what it comes down to is he was looking for something that was wanting to work because of the benefits, but for the opportunity to create something truly amazing. It was this distinction that he wanted to see before he chose anyone to work for him. Although some would find this to be him being picky, given the circumstances of his offer it would seem he was surely in the right to be choosy.

After many would be mechanics came in and out of his vehicle, he began to slightly lose hope, this was only until a true long shot entered the vehicle however. A scruffy looking hobo-esq man in his 20 somethings with matted hair and slept in clothes. Damien wouldn't let this discourage him however, being around business tycoons regularly had brought him to the realization that wearing nice clothing didn't make anyone more worthy of something then another person. One thing would surprise him however, that the grease monkey had no idea who he was. This was definitely not something he was used to, but it showed that he wasn't just applying for the job to work with him. Definitely a good sign nevertheless he would still have to answer quite a few questions to qualify for this job.

"My name is Damien Rapture, I'm president of Rapture Inc. I'm sure you'll recognize that name as it's most likely on all the vehicle parts in your shop. I'm not the point though, I figure we might as well just jump right into it with the question. First of all, what is your name, secondly what type of experience do you have as a mechanic, what have you worked on, how long have you worked with anything considered robotic or mechanical. What skills do you have that set you apart from these other people, mechanically speaking, what would you do if you got this job and most importantly why do you want this job."

Rapture sat eagerly staring directly into the eye's of the young man, as if he was staring right into his soul. He had used this look many times before, while he was in the military on prisoners and even in business negotiations during corporate takeovers.

OOC: Done

As Sweeney gazed at this man who introduced himself as Mr. Damien Rapture, and as soon as the name exited the man's mouth, Sweeney raised an eyebrow. This is the man whose company sent them various different automobile parts. This guy was famous and the fact that Sweeney didn't know him was odd. But the way this guy acted, respect was still in question.

"My name is Damien Rapture, I'm president of Rapture Inc. I'm sure you'll recognize that name as it's most likely on all the vehicle parts in your shop. I'm not the point though, I figure we might as well just jump right into it with the question. First of all, what is your name, secondly what type of experience do you have as a mechanic, what have you worked on, how long have you worked with anything considered robotic or mechanical. What skills do you have that set you apart from these other people, mechanically speaking, what would you do if you got this job and most importantly why do you want this job."

Mr. Rapture was certainly proactive about his hiring tactics. There was a barrage of questions and halfway through his words Sweeney raised an eyebrow. For the most part, he could care less about getting a new job and the only thing that would even make him consider it would be all of the benefits that would follow. He knew enough about cars to pass by in life, but there was definitely more that he could learn. Of course, with all his spare time, he COULD learn.

"Sweeney, and for the most part part, I don't need your job although I will have to admit that it is... enticing. When it comes to what I know... mechanically speaking, I know enough, I spent a lot of my time studying how you will say... building things in my spare time..."

Sweeney hoped that he did not confuse this man with his riddles of a response, but because he couldn't just come out and tell him what he really did or was capable of doing, he refrained. Sweeney leaned back in his seat, raising a hand over the cushion his back rested upon. As he rested, he looked at the man across his view right in front of him and thought.

"I'm guessing that you need a mechanic? Why in this dump of a place, there are obviously better areas out there."

"Sweeney, and for the most part part, I don't need your job although I will have to admit that it is... enticing. When it comes to what I know... mechanically speaking, I know enough, I spent a lot of my time studying how you will say... building things in my spare time..."

The man's cockiness was quite surprising, especially considering how big of kiss ass's the other applicants had been. This probably would have got him eliminated from other jobs, but it actually showed he had a spine, something Rapture wanted in his staff. Sufficient enough of a first answer, however Damien would need more information before he could confidently higher him. Now it was time he cut to the point and needed to know if this man had any experience with weapons."

"I'm going to be blunt, do you have any experience with combat oriented technology."

Sweeney was surprised at this man, this ... Mr. Damien Rapture's quick alteration of the topic despite the two people. He would have never expected this man to come into an auto body shop and ask questions about combat esque technology, not that he didn't have the experience, just wasn't prepared.

Sweeney placed his hands together as he carefully thought out his answer. He could try to be vague like with his other answer, but if he did, this character might lose interest. If he was too blunt with his answer, this man, though not likely, may become afraid of Sweeney.

"Well, I've worked with much technology of my own, both combat oriented and not. Why do you ask?"

Interest sprung between the two men and Sweeney was devoted to crack this nut and discover his true intentions for arriving here. Perhaps it would be for the best of both men, and if so, Sweeney would pounce first chance at the opportunity.

"I mean, it's an odd place to come to a place like this asking a question like that."

"I mean, it's an odd place to come to a place like this asking a question like that."

"My reasons are my own, however I will gladly reveal to you my purpose for coming here and talking to you so in-depth if you supply me with the answers to my next questions."

"Well, I've worked with much technology of my own, both combat oriented and not. Why do you ask?"

Rapture had been negotiating business deals from before this kid was born, and he knew when he saw someone lowering their guard. This was the opportune moment for him to try and learn more about this kid. He would would have to play a little more offensively to keep the young mechanic on his guard. Eventually he would reveal his true intention of hiring him, but now wasn't the right time.

"What type of experience, I'm going to need more details then that, how high level of technology, can you effectively operate the weapons, what were you designing them for."

He would hope that out of this barrage of questions he would get at least one good answer. It was a technique he had developed awhile ago, to throw out alot of questions and assume that the right ones were going to get answered out of all that were asked.

Such a barrage of questions would make Sweeney more nervous, it was getting difficult for him to even keep up with the answers in his head. He didn't want to reveal to much and end up having to expose himself as a mutant but he didn't want to miss out on the opportunity either, it was quite the dilemma. This was the job of a lifetime and as much as he would like to convince himself that he didn't need it, he was finding it hard to keep paying for his apartment and his puppets with his job. With this he would be able to make the most amazing puppets ever seen, and not have to worry about being evicted or not. He knew that if he wanted to get anywhere with this man he would have to open up.

"I see your not going to just give up and hire me, so here it is. I've never worked with anything incredibly high tech as I pay for all the equipment and gear that I have. The type of weapons that I create, I can most definitely operate and I was creating them as part of my hobby, sometimes as a way to pay for me if you get what I mean. Legit jobs just don't pay enough any more, sometimes you need to bend the rules and my weapons help me do that, that's why I create them, because I love to create them."

He hoped that this would be sufficient enough for the man, he hadn't yet revealed that the weapons were puppets and he controlled them with psionic strings, hopefully he wouldn't have to.

"I see your not going to just give up and hire me, so here it is. I've never worked with anything incredibly high tech as I pay for all the equipment and gear that I have. The type of weapons that I create, I can most definitely operate and I was creating them as part of my hobby, sometimes as a way to pay for me if you get what I mean. Legit jobs just don't pay enough any more, sometimes you need to bend the rules and my weapons help me do that, that's why I create them, because I love to create them."

Sweeney was definitely on the ropes, now was the time Rapture had to grasp if he wanted to find out what this kid was hiding.

"That leads us to here, the bottom of the barrel, what were these weapons you were using, I want specifics. You give me the answers I want to hear, and you have the job kid, if not, well lets just say theirs alot of great mechanics out there."

There was obviously no surprise that Rapture would threaten Sweeney, or at least claim that Sweeney would be dispensable if he did not meet up to expectations. Nevertheless, Sweeney was used to building the things that would help him pass through life, not others, and others did not usually come to mind whenever he made something. It was always, how can I use this, or, how would this help me if this were to happen. Toys, that's what he built. Puppets. He could probably put a rocking chair together or assemble a microwave if he actually tried, but if this man wanted combat technology, there was no sense in not trying.

"Specifics? Well... let me think... " Sweeney thought for a second trying to put the perfect words together. There was something off about this man, then again, there was always something off about the people he met and worked with. Nevertheless. "Think robots, like those transformers without all the vehicles but with maybe an alternate form, and combat, at least with some of them."

Sweeney pondered on what he just sai, thinking, knowing that he had misspoken. Better words could have definitely could have been used. For the most part, he may have failed this interview, though he probably work unphased if that were true. He wondered why Mr. Rapture asked so many unique questions that a normal employer wouldn't have asked, at least, not one that Sweeney had ever worked for which wasn't a whole lot.

"Well Mr. Rapture, I think that with a little more funding I could create much more... exciting creations, in fact I can show you one as we speak, or in a little while, whatever."

Perhaps if Rapture saw what he was capable of, Sweeney would place himself parsecs ahead of the other employees, not that they had too much to prove other than fixing cars and old appliances during drastic temperatures.

"Specifics? Well... let me think... " Sweeney thought for a second trying to put the perfect words together. There was something off about this man, then again, there was always something off about the people he met and worked with. Nevertheless. "Think robots, like those transformers without all the vehicles but with maybe an alternate form, and combat, at least with some of them."

Rapture was slightly shocked that a car mechanic would work with something he had never seen before, combat machines, robots of sorts, fascinating indeed to Damien. This man was obviously more then a mechanic, most likely a genius if he could build such contraptions. A man of this caliber would definitely fit perfectly in with staff, however Mr. Rapture would need to see proof of these outlandish mechanisms first before he could allow this young man to come on board.

"Well Mr. Rapture, I think that with a little more funding I could create much more... exciting creations, in fact I can show you one as we speak, or in a little while, whatever."

A demonstration the boy spoke of, this would definitely be interesting and just the kind of show and tell project that Rapture needed to see before hiring the lad.

"An example you say, sounds quite marvelous, I'd like to see such a thing immediately. To be honest, I'm actually quite taking with weapons and if these, robots are as good as you seem to allude to, then there might just be a spot for you on my research and development team."

Rapture had a large smile on his face as his fingers touched in that pyramid sort of way that people did when they were excited about something. He was definitely looking forward to this exhibition and perhaps to hiring a new associate.

Sweeney exited the vehicle after Mr. Rapture exclaimed how much he would like to see one of Sweeney's creations. To be honest, he wasn't quite sure whether or not his puppets would satisfy the hunger that this corporate had. It wasn't that the normal human being would be able to make something like them anyways. Sweeney prepared himself.

Walking over to his duffel bag across the room, he unzipped the bag checking its contents for his puppets. Usually when he went to work, Sweeney would bring two or three puppets, sometimes four depending on how many would fit in the bag. He felt around in the bag for his favorite, the one he always brought, a spider folded up with a tommy gun attached to its fangs. It also had an armored abdomen and head. There were always upgrades that were added to this creature. Behind it, a folded up person lay.

Zipping the bag back up, Sweeney brought the entire bag back into the car with him and Mr. Rapture. If he wanted to see his work, he would get to see it. When he entered the car, he pulled his arachnid out of the bag as it unfolded on its own. Its head rotated in a clock-like motion, with no hands touching it. Blue strings revealed themselves and disappeared from Sweeney's fingertips onto the limbs of the spider.

"This place is actually quite cramped, how about we take this outside?" If this was taken to where his puppet could show what it was capable of, his chances of succeeding would be much much higher. "Well, what do you say?"

The young boy would immediately get out of the car, with Damien following right behind. At first the crowd of potential applicants thought that Sweeney had been denied, but once they saw Mr.Rapture right behind him, a wave of depression swept through the crowd. Rapture and Sweeney wouldn't notice the sighs as they were both to focused on their respective thoughts. After a moment of walking they would come to an average looking gray duffel bag on the other side of the room. Unzipping the bag the boy would shuffle through it for a moment before revealing some rolled up contraption.

"I wonder what that mechanism could be, one of his robots perhaps?" Rapture thought to himself as he stood behind Sweeney

The teen would zip the bag back up then grab it and head back outside the building, moving towards the car. Damien was full of curiousness regarding what was in the bag or what that strange folded up object was, but he would have to wait to find out. Eventually they would re-enter the car and Sweeney would set the small disk began to unfold, but halted half way through due to the size of the car.

"This place is actually quite cramped, how about we take this outside?" If this was taken to where his puppet could show what it was capable of, his chances of succeeding would be much much higher. "Well, what do you say?"

Rapture was quite taken with the machine, despite only seeing a part of it rotate around. He was definitely willing to drive his car somewhere else, so that he could see more of this odd creation. It was only a matter of where he wanted to go.

"Sure, just name a place and this car can get us their in no time at all". Damien said as he jumped into the front seat and gripped the wheel.

"Sure, just name a place and this car can get us their in no time at all"

Great, so all Sweeney had to do now was say where he wanted to go and this man would take him there. Of course, he couldn't just go to an open public area where other people would be able to see his puppets. But then again, he needed to prove his creation in an area where they would be able to move freely without being cramped up in a tight spot. But where to go... that was definitely a question... He could always just go to his apartment and relax there with all of his other puppets, but he still didn't trust Damien enough to take him to his home.

"Perhaps we can get to some deserted place where there aren't other people." If they couldn't, Sweeney and his new acquaintance would probably have to travel to one of their homes into a garage or dump or something where others would not see them. "Or we could go back to my place, I mean, not like that, but I'm sure you got what I meant."

The Spider folded itself back up and Sweeney placed it back into the duffel bag. A demonstration had occured and Damien had been amazed by the performance, but how much more would he want before this interview would be completed? Sweeney though for a while before coming up with an answer.

"What about your place?"