Who: Gemini and Junk?
Where: The Junkyard
When: Tuesday around noon
What: Gemini
needs to find workable leather.
Rating: PG(some language)
Heart Salvage.
Gemini stopped when she saw the high gates and the sign outside what was, apparently, the junkyard. The place was huge, and, strangely, seemed to be better kept than most of the buildings around it. The gate was locked. But it didn't look like anyone was around so she took a few running steps and leapt over the fence, landing cat-like on the firm ground of the other side. She was glad she hadn't brought Callum with her today. What had started off as being a walk to clear her head, had turned into a mission- one that would not have been this easy to accomplish if the oaf of a dog had tagged along. There was no way, even as big as he was, that he could have scrambled over that fence... and he would have made a mighty ruckus if he'd been left outside.
Straightening, Gemini took a look around. She was looking for old cars, the seats of old diner booths, leather couches- anything she could salvage. She picked a row and started down it, simultaneously pulling her sharpest knife from her bag. Car seats would be her first priority... they were generally meant to last for quite a while and could be found in relatively savable condition, even after being out in the elements for considerable amounts of time. She sighed when she reached the end of the row. No vehicles in this one. Retracing her steps, Gemini made her way back to the gate and tried a different spoke in the half-wagon-wheel shape of the junkyard. As she walked, she took note of some of the other items that caught her eye- things that could be useful if she decides to open her leather-smith shop. There was a large, wooden table, a little swollen from the rain and with one leg snapped off towards the middle. It was a relatively easy fix and would serve as a nice work station. There was a couple of old saw-horses, perfect for the making of saddles after they had been sanded down and possible evened out. There was an old sewing machine-
That ought to speed up a bunch of projects- beneath a pile of black plastic trash bags full of... romance novels?
Huh... I wonder if Libby has ever looked around this place...Gemini shrugged and retied the bags, intending to come back for them if Libby said she wanted them. There was nothing else in that row so she, once again, retraced her steps to try another spoke and, after wandering past and old but splendid carousel horse and a what looked like the remains of an old windmill, Gemini hit the jackpot. The end of this row was full of dilapitated and rusting vehicles. Most of the doors were open but many of the old cars and trucks had non-leather interiors. About six cars into her search, Gemini thought she had a winner, but the leather inside the oldsmobile was in such a bad state that she doubted it was even safe to sit on.
She searched three more, all with fabric seats, before she looked through the window of an old Ford Mustang. The car itself looked good, though se doubted it ran, and the seats inside were encased in shiny, sturdy-looking black leather.
"Bingo," Gemini whispered.
But when she tried the handle, the door didn't budge.
"Damn it..." Regretting every second of the process, Gemini smashed her elbow through the beautiful car's pristine window... and nearly jumped out of her skin when an alarm went off. Sighing at her foolishness, Gemini reached in through the shattered window to quiet it, then shimmied in over the broken glass to begin carefully cutting in to her treasure trove.