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Xan was about ready to tell the lady to just leave, but hear what kind of car she had made her stop. She had a soft spot for any muscle car, especially vintage ones. Her very first drag car was ‘66 ‘Stang given to her by Peter. She loved that hunk of metal more than anything in the world.

Closing the door, she walked over to the counter and grabbed the garage keys. “I thought you were going to tell me you had a Prius or some shit. You’re lucky I like Mustangs.” Xan headed back towards the door, “Lead the way.”

Dani stares at her a moment, debating whether or not to comment on the sweetheart name. Normally she would, but this time she figured it best not to get sassy with someone that could help her. 

“See I would, but I don’t like my car to be left with just anyone. 69 Mustang isn’t a car to be left.” She shrugs. “If I absolutely have to, I will.” She hated the idea of it, but if she had no other option. “Problem with the radiator I think, so you might not be able to fix it tonight anyways.” 

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Xan looked the other woman over. Of course something would be wrong with her car just as they were closing. She could never have a normal day she she landed herself on this prison in disguise. Zipping up her jacket, she continued to the door.

“Look, sweetheart, I would love to help but closed means closed.” She opened the door, “Call on of the tow trucks or what ever and someone’ll get to it in the morning.” She wanted to help, maybe at least see if she could do a quick fix, but she was pretty sure her boss would kill her if she took any of the tools out of the building.

Dani had insisted that she keep her old beat up Mustang, she’d been driving it for years and it had been one of the only cars never to give up on her, until now that was. Letting out a groan she stares at the smoking radiator. After wondering if she should call a ride, or simply walk she realizes that the local garage is close enough to walk to. They’d be closed but with any luck there would be someone where. 

Getting there she entered the front door, walking to the garage area moments before someone comes in. “I do, yes. Normally I’d abide by that, but my car decided to give up about a mile down the road.” She shrugs. “Seems like this was the place to go for that kinda thing.” 

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It had been a long day at the shop, especially since one lady insisted that she needed a new “flux capacitor” in her old junker. Not once had she ever heard anyone say that and she so badly wanted to smack the lady with the VHS copy of Back to the Future several times. Granted she would probably get fired for that, besides, she didn’t have one handy.

Xan was cleaning herself up, wiping off the grease from her hands. She was relieved to be going back to her little apartment. Drying her hands off, she pgrabbed her jacket and bag off of one of the hooks, slipping the jacket on and the bag over her shoulder. With a sigh, Xan walked towards the door looking up suddenly when she noticed a person still in the shop. “You realize that we’re closed, right?”

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Xanthippe Argos • 25 Mechanic/Illegal Drag Racer • Mechanic Marie Avgerpoulos

↳ History:


Xan was a tough kid all her life. She never let any one tell her what to do or who she was. She didn’t even let her parent’s strange choice of name get in the way. Xanthippe was a terrible name for a girl growing up in the city, though it wasn’t uncommon for the children of Astoria, Queens to have such exotic names; it was considered “Little Greece” after all. She insisted on going by Xan ever since she was old enough to speak, partly because saying the full thing while missing two front teeth was more effort than it was worth.

Xan’s father was the owner of one of the small delicatessens that called Astoria home. It wasn’t in the best part of town but for a pretty good fee, a local gang was nice enough to keep it protected. That is… until Mr. Argos skimped on one of the payments. It was only a couple hundred but it was enough to upset them. Now, they did exactly what any sensible gang would do and beat him half to death, leaving him to almost bleed out on the store front floor.

Flash forward to the next time he couldn’t afford the protection, they weren’t as nice. Dmitri Argos was shot down right outside the door of his home, his daughter standing in the open doorway.

This stuck with Xan for the following years. Eventually she started acting out, defying her mother. Because what is the point of listening to her if she could die at any minute? They were still in debt to the men that killed her father, so she was expecting her mother to take the fall next.

By the time she was sixteen, Xan found herself in league with the bad kids of her school. She didn’t like the dealing of drugs but she fell in love with the illegal drag races. Soon she was under the wing of a man by the name of Peter Grillo, a member of the same gang that killed her father. He was one of the gangs best mechanics and taught Xan everything she knew.

She worked her way up in the ranks of the circuit, eventually making enough winnings to pay off her families debt. But that wasn’t it for her, she wanted more, she wanted to win more, to be the best.

This was her downfall.

One night during a race, she was the last to go. Everything was going dandy when all of the sudden cop cars began showing up from every direction. She tried to escape but was t-boned by a squad car. She was taken in for questioning and given two options: spend the next few months in jail or talk and walk free, though placed in a program where she would be safe.

Xan didn’t even think about before telling the police everything she knew about the gang and the things they have done. She didn’t want to be thrown in prison. Any option that involved her being free was better than that. She wasn’t expecting “free” to mean being confined to a single island, no contact to home or the outside world.


↳ Life on the island:


Now that Xan is on the island, she can’t exactly go back to the drag racing life, especially that it is heavily monitored by the government. So she decided to just shove herself into the nicest garage and use her skills for something useful. There would always be cars and trucks to fix.

It has been a month or two since Xan arrived on the island. She made a few friends but mostly stayed to herself, busying herself by working on customer cars or junkers that no one wants. It was a big change from New York, though it was much better than being dead in a ditch or the newest member of a prison gang.


↳ 3 Miscellaneous facts: 


She may seem tough but she is a sucker for romance.

An owl tattoo with her father’s name in Greek graces her inner bicep.

She doesn’t like labels but prefers to date women.

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