Junk Yard, Monday Afternoon

[boneyard_girl]

It was warm-ish out, or warm-er, and Ada had the itch under her skin to get outside and away from the walls that closed everything in, and, to be honest, she'd been jumpy ever since she'd heard about that girl getting snatched right off the island from the radio.

It tore at scabs too new, too uncomfortable, and those were dark currents in her mind that Ada didn't want to drown in.

But Tali had mentioned a scrap yard ages ago, and so here Ada was, climbing around on things with a tote-bag filled with tools over her shoulder and looking for anything interesting. Because, well, carnie. And she'd probably feel better once she had some grease under her nails.

[OOC: Open! Come play with the scavenger!]

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[rebelseekspizza]

Dante didn't exactly make a habit of rooting around the junk yard if he could help it; it just happened to be another stop he passed by on his way to go say hello to his bike.

Cigarette dangling out of his mouth, he was on his way when he heard the noise.

Came to a stop. Peered towards the junk yard, trying to make out who was in there. Probably none of his business, but the question was enough to catch his attention for a couple of seconds.

[boneyard_girl]

Getting outside and working hands-on did wonders for getting Ada out of her own head, and by the time Dante was wandering by, she'd found a little moped to dismantle, repair, and reassemble.

She'd probably get some decent money for it, too, if she could get it working.

"The starter's connected to the engine!" she was singing, more than a little off-key. "An' 'm gonna make you go!"

Or maybe she'd just terrorize the rickshaws by racing around the streets at night. Either one sounded good right about now.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante shoved one hand into the pocket of his coat, and used the other one to pluck the cigarette out of his mouth. There was a voice he recognized.

"So what part's connected to the hip bone?" he called, walking into the scrap yard.

[boneyard_girl]

"AHH!" Yeah, Ada hadn't exactly been expecting anyone else to be around here, so Dante's voice startled her something fierce. She stumbled backwards, tripping over her own feet and landing on her ass.

"A moped ain't got no hip bone, 'less you count the axle," she called back, quickly getting up and brushing herself off. "An' I sure don't."

"Where you at?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"Rounding the corner," Dante said.

Which he did, a moment later. Taking in the state of her, he added, "Didn't mean to make you the butt of the joke."

Ha ha.

[boneyard_girl]

Ada, being the epitome of grace and maturity, stuck her tongue out at him.

"Very funny," she said, rolling her eyes. "Just wasn't expecting anyone else out here; seems like it's deserted most of the time."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I wasn't planning to hang out in the junk yard, I just heard you," Dante said, shrugging. "What're you up to?"

He brought the cigarette back up to his mouth.

[boneyard_girl]

"Playin' around, mostly," she admitted. "I was feelin' claustrophobic inside--" and more than a little unsafe. "--so I thought I'd do some exploring."

She crouched back down to pick up her screwdriver, patting the seat of the moped. "Found this little thing in a pile by a big statue made out of tires, and figured it shouldn't be too hard to get up and running."

Bless you, Alot of Tires, for guarding such a funny little bike!

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante bit down on the desire to ask what she meant by claustrophobic - wasn't good, that was the important part - and looked at her moped. "That looks like the teensy, tiny runt brother of my bike," he said. "Gonna go drag racing with it?"

[boneyard_girl]

"Maybe. See how many rickshaws I can run off the road and into ditches," she laughed. "I just like fixin' things up, especially engines. Keeps my hands busy."

She eyed him speculatively. "You got a bike?"

Ada, no. You are not allowed to try and improve the speed and responsiveness on Dante's bike. For everyone's sake.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Yeah, I do, down in the parking lot," Dante said, shrugging. "Kathy got it for me."

By which he meant 'Kathy let him borrow the fancy, expensive motorcycle from the chop shop and he just never turned it back in'.

[boneyard_girl]

Oh please, anything found in a chop shop was clearly up for grabs. That was how those places worked. Besides, given Ada's own sticky-fingered habits, she had no room to judge, even if she were so inclined.

"Guess you don't get to ride it much around here, huh?" she said wistfully. "These streets ain't made for much more than this little beep-beep."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Nah, but I take it up to Baltimore or DC some days," Dante said. He gave an idle shrug. "This island's small for me."

City boy.

[boneyard_girl]

"City brat," she teased, though there wasn't any meanness behind it. "Though I kinda know what you mean by small... pretty sure there's more people in my family than is enrolled in the entire school."

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante walked over to inspect her moped. "I am not used to walking down the street and mostly seeing familiar faces," he said. "This thing is dinky."

[boneyard_girl]

"The city you're from really that big?" she asked, curious. "You ain't got a favorite pizza place, or coffee shop, or anywhere that you see the same people regular-like?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante shrugged, casual-like. "Some people, maybe," he said, "But not everybody, and I don't go to the same places a lot anyway."

Trouble with having nowhere to stay when he was free, and being incarcerated or stuck in a 'foster home' when he wasn't.

[boneyard_girl]

"Biggest place I ever been was Baltimore, an' only 'cause I went with you and 'Bela," she admitted. "I can't wrap my brain around havin' that many people in one spot, all the time."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Limbo City's bigger than Baltimore," Dante said because it was basically Italian Gothic Fake New York down to the Brooklyn accent. "Way bigger. So... yeah."

[boneyard_girl]

"How do you deal with all those buildings pressing in on you without wantin' to scream?" she asked, sounding very small for a moment. "Doesn't it ever feel like the walls are watching you?"

Someone had Issues with enclosed spaces where you couldn't feel the sky. She'd liked visiting Baltimore just fine, but living somewhere even bigger? Dante was braver than her, by far.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante shrugged. "No," he said. "That's just the way the world is to me."

The walls watching him - pressing in - that was what let him know he was in Limbo. Limbo City? No. Those walls didn't move.

"This place is too open," he shared. "Too quiet. Drives me nuts."