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Melanie Weiss ([info]mrsfixit) wrote in [info]inpoormerit,
@ 2010-03-21 19:17:00

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Entry tags:colin, colin and mel, mel

Tinkering
Who: Mel and Colin
Where: City Hall
When: Mid-day

Mel was going stir-crazy with nothing to fix and nothing to build. Once the initial shock of their arrival had worn off, Mel's fingers had started to itch...and her parents had learned early that when Mel's fingers were itching, something was bound to end up in pieces.

With no other project to focus her attention on, Mel had decided to take apart the large clock set in the wall of City Hall. It wasn't that she had noticed a problem with it -- it was just that clocks usually possessed such an intricate system of gears... Once the image of so many little pieces popped into Mel's head, she could scarcely think of anything else.

Tools in hand, Mel had settled on the stairs outside of City Hall. Her long hair was pulled back into a hasty bun behind her head, and it was already beginning to slip free of its confines. Mel was so intent on her goal that she scarcely noticed: the large face of the clock sat beside her, and she balanced the backing on her knees. The round pane was easily three feet across -- and although she could not even begin to examine the components in the top half of the clock, her eyes were currently drawn to a nest of gears at its base, all ticking tirelessly away as she carefully worked around them.

Cripes, but this clock needed a good cleaning... It was probably a good thing she came along.



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[info]smalltownguy
2010-04-06 03:35 am UTC (link)
The second one he actually caught before it whacked him anywhere.

That was how she wanted to play, huh? "Oh, it is so on." Colin smirked back before lobbing one, then the other stress ball back at her. Yeah, this was better than worrying about his family or what these whackjobs were going to do to them.

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[info]mrsfixit
2010-04-06 01:41 pm UTC (link)
Mel laughed, raising her arms (and therefore the basket) in mock-defense. The basket bounced against her torso when the ball hit it, making her realize that, perhaps, it was not the best thing to be holding during a stress ball fight.

"I have to warn you," she began, peeking from over her arm. "I have a lot more balls than you do." She paused, snickered, then added cheerfully, "And mine might be bigger too."

That was the reason Mel had never gotten along with girly girls -- her sense of humor ran along the same tomboyish lines as her hobbies.

Setting the basket down in a manner that could be called dropping it, she picked up two more of the stress balls to toss in his direction.

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[info]smalltownguy
2010-04-09 04:24 am UTC (link)
Colin laughed at her comment. "Bring it on," he challenged, trying not to think how utterly absurd a stress ball fight was under the circumstances. Apparently, they were going as crazy as the people who'd kidnapped them.

He managed to catch the first one, and took the second one in the shoulder. He winged the one he caught at her and ducked down to grab the other one. Luckily, stress balls didn't roll very far.

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[info]mrsfixit
2010-04-13 02:18 am UTC (link)
The exchange of stress balls was short-lived, as it became apparent that Mel was no strategist. As Colin's balls bounced off her shoulders, her arms, and other parts of her body, Mel whipped them in his direction, three for each one he sent back her direction. She had good aim, but her haste to empty her basket first certainly did not contribute positively to her onslaught.

At last, she had been completely disarmed by her wild attempt to out-throw him, and, with a laugh, she scampered for cover behind a display of garden seeds -- flimsy cover at best.

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[info]smalltownguy
2010-04-13 07:02 pm UTC (link)
Neither was Colin and she probably hit him twice as much as he hit her, just because she had more ammo. He laughed as she ran out and went for cover.

"Is that all you got?" he challenged, nailing the display hard with one. "I thought you had more balls?" Okay, that was a horrible thing to say to a woman, but somehow, he doubted Mel would be offended. She seemed like one of the 'one of the guys' types.

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