Mercy [Not Your Average Coyote] (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} prairiesongbird) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} madisonvalley,@ 2018-09-04 13:52:00 |
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What: taking a break
When: Afternoon
Where: the Garage she works at/near there
Warnings: little/none
Status: OTA, In Progress
| Mercy wiped her hands clean, as clean as one who worked around oil all day got anyway, and headed outside with a bottle of water and her lunch. She plopped herself on the bench outside the garage and grinned a bit. It was starting towards fall and she really looked forward to that season. She loved the crisp air and the camping. She would have to con Clay into going back out soon. Her long hair was tied back in a pair of braids, her cheek streaked with oil that she'd gotten when she'd itched her face, her hands were dirt and oil stained but she didn't seem to care as she took a bite of a sandwich. She scuffed the toe of her boot against the ground, kicking off a little clinging dirt, and smirking a touch. She was glad she didn't really care about her clothes, everything had some kind of oil stain somewhere. It was just the nature of her job and one she didn't really mind. She liked it. It gave her purpose. Mercy stretched and set the sandwich down and looked at the people passing by, smiling a little. It really did feel like home, after so many years, of course it did. She was still amazed it felt so comfortable nowadays. She had hated it at first. But now? Well, she had a world of good things to be thankful for. |