Thread: Here comes trouble! Who: Anna Raven and Julian Keller and OT to anyone who wants to happen by! What: Rogue's just closing up shop and goes looking for a drink. Enter Julian, who's also looking for something - a fight. When: Saturday, June 20, 2010 - backdated Where: District X Rating: PG-13 (swearing?) Status: In Progress
Rogue was splayed out on her back, beneath a car with a leg drawn up, tapping her toe to the music playing out of an older transistor radio. Quietly she hummed along to the music for what seemed like hours as she tinkered around beneath one of her side projects. That was the problem with living at one's place of business - there were no start times, no finish times - all there was was work. If she woke up early? There was work. Couldn't sleep? Work. There was even work for those times when she was bored - like now.
She didn't mind too terribly. Idle hands, she thought as she tried to work off the oil drain plug. Dang, that sucker was on way too tight. Putting a little muscle into it she eased it off, the sound of a socket wrench clicking could be heard. She was quick to catch any oil that might drip out into a pan. She'd have to replace the paper drain plug gasket, but the metal washer looked to be in good condition - that could be reused.
Yes, it had been a strange two years as she came to settle in District X, without the Brotherhood, without Mystique. She hadn't been planning on staying as long as she had, but she found comfort in her solitude there. Things were certainly a lot slower now days, but after being used and abused by her step mother for so long it was a welcome change of pace. There was something Rogue found satisfying about earning honest pay for an honest days work.
Work. Trusty, reliable, work. No matter what, no matter how stressed out or upset she was, Rogue could always just dive in and focus that. At least that was there for her.
What more could she want?
Well, for starters, a nice cold beer. Rolling out from beneath the junker, she grabbed the bottle that had been waiting for her. There was only about a mouthful left and that was the last one too, which meant if she wanted more she'd have to leave now. Rogue heaved a sigh and hauled herself up onto her feet. The gate was already locked, all she'd have to do was switch off the lights and lock the door behind her. Eh, she might as well grab a pint for troubles.
She swiped a rag that had been off the hood of the car, using it to clean her hands off some before tossing it aside. Rogue grabbed her denim jacket off her work bench, then shrugged into it. It was a bit balmy this evening to be wearing long sleeves, but still, she was cautious. Perhaps that's why she enjoyed spending so much time in the garage - it was one of the few places where she could just relax and not worry.
After taking care to close the shop for the night she headed out into the street, collar popped, in search of a cold brew.