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fandomtownies2005-10-16 11:41 am
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Junkyard (Sunday Morning)
Sam breathed in the slightly less than autumn-fresh air as she approached the junkyard. Her homework was done, Daniel was back (and humiliating himself in fine style, as was appropriate), and she could think of almost no better way to spend her lazy Sunday than by rebuilding the Harley she and John had found.
She climbed over discarded automotive parts, refrigerators, stoves, a sink and what appeared to be an infinite amount of tires until she reached her destination. She knelt down in front of the motorcycle and ran her hand along the exhaust pipe. Rust flakes fell to the ground in the wake of her motion, but she was already visualizing the shiny chrome.
"Right, then. Let's get to work."
ooc: Please feel free to harass her/join in!
She climbed over discarded automotive parts, refrigerators, stoves, a sink and what appeared to be an infinite amount of tires until she reached her destination. She knelt down in front of the motorcycle and ran her hand along the exhaust pipe. Rust flakes fell to the ground in the wake of her motion, but she was already visualizing the shiny chrome.
"Right, then. Let's get to work."
ooc: Please feel free to harass her/join in!