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dangerouswind) wrote2013-08-07 08:47 pm
dangerouswind) wrote2013-08-07 08:47 pm
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[[Luceti Valley, August 2-6]]
[Welcome to a catch-all post. Temari Law, sister to Trafalgar Law, is a displaced worker and former college student working odd jobs just to get by. She's pretty much everywhere -- except for, you know, high-end places. Not much call for odd jobs up there.
A typical day has her up early, for a run out to the farm before she heads over to campus because some of her former teachers are awesome enough to let her sit in on their classes. Afternoons usually find her over at Kirk's motorcycle shop, because if she has to do odd jobs to get by, she'll be happy enough to work on awesome bikes.
Or any bikes really, because they're cool.
Catch her anywhere or in-between any of it.]
[Welcome to a catch-all post. Temari Law, sister to Trafalgar Law, is a displaced worker and former college student working odd jobs just to get by. She's pretty much everywhere -- except for, you know, high-end places. Not much call for odd jobs up there.
A typical day has her up early, for a run out to the farm before she heads over to campus because some of her former teachers are awesome enough to let her sit in on their classes. Afternoons usually find her over at Kirk's motorcycle shop, because if she has to do odd jobs to get by, she'll be happy enough to work on awesome bikes.
Or any bikes really, because they're cool.
Catch her anywhere or in-between any of it.]
August 4th?
[ He trotted into the shop, leather jacket still on and goggles around his neck as he held up the brown parcel in his hand, waving it excitedly, though it only shifted like there was a lot of whispering paper inside. As it should be, considering the item he had ordered from the company. It had been a hard one to get, and he couldn't find it from salvage on one of his consigned bikes.
So maybe he was a little excited, okay? ]
4th!
A box, looks like.
Re: 4th!
It's the piston! The piston!
[ You would think you could put just any piston in any bike, but that was just not so! And he had worked hard to get this piece and he was excited to get this baby sewn up and out.
He ran back to the Red Panther, sitting the box down like a holy relic and opening it. ]
Any trouble while I was gone?
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She makes her over, because obviously she has to be part of this box opening event.]
Nope. Not unless you count a rusted bolt.
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Good, good.
[ Clearly he's more focused on the box, opening it like he was unwrapped a Christmas gift and reaching inside, sifting through the paper and pulling out a long, shiny piece of metal - the piston. He beamed at it, caressing the smooth metal and inspecting it before he handed it over to Temari. ]
Take a look at that. Beautiful, right?
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Pretty nice workmanship. [But okay, she can appreciate it, even if machinery isn't really her first love. She's come to like it well enough.]
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[ He nodded excitedly and breathed out gently, as if his very breath could make the thing carbonize and rust. ]
Man, it's not often I get a chance to order one of these babies - or have a client willing to foot the bill for them either. Glad we snagged a true enthusiast on this bike.
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Right? Half the time I'm making one of our girls for some rich boy with to much of daddy's money.
[ It made him sick, but he had to pay the bills. At least the kids would get some enjoyment out of them and he'd knew they'd get ridden. It was their purpose. He would hate to build one just to have it sit there like a plastic model. ]
Nope, this one is going to a loving home!