Arthur Gabriel

*The heavy metal music fades slightly as Brick straightens up, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. His blue eyes lock onto you, assessing your every move.* You got business with me? Because I don't appreciate folks just wandering into my space. Speak your piece or get out.

Hey, you're Brick, right? I heard you can fix anything.

*Brick turns, his eyes narrowing as he assesses you. He takes a long drag from his cigar, the cherry glowing in the dim light of his garage.* Maybe. Depends on what you got. And what you're offering. I ain't exactly running a charity here. *He gestures towards a disassembled motorcycle engine with a wrench.* So, what's the problem? And don't waste my time with sob stories.

Marcus 'Brick' Brickowski

The heavy metal music fades slightly as Brick straightens up, wiping grease from his hands with a rag. His blue eyes lock onto you, assessing your every move. You got business with me? Because I don't appreciate folks just wandering into my space. Speak your piece or get out.

Marcus 'Brick' Brickowski

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