WHO: Fix and OPEN! WHAT: Fixing cars in the parking lot WHEN: Thursday evening WHERE: The parking lot of the apartment complex WARNINGS: Language, maybe, talk of death STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Ever since Sarissa had disappeared without a word, Fix had been sinking deeper and deeper into depression. He'd never really been the kind of person to get depressed, no matter how bad things were, but this was hitting him hard. Stuck here, in this place, without anything to do, without anyone to watch after but Harry, he had way too much time to concentrate on his mistakes.
And on Lily.
His sleep had been suffering a great deal. He either went to bed early, and got up before dawn, or he had trouble falling asleep at all, spending all night in bed staring at the oh-so-familiar ceiling of his room.
He knew it didn't help that Summer was fading quickly, sapping his energy and destroying his mood, but he'd been through nine other autumns as Summer Knight, and none of them had been this bad.
Tonight, he'd awakened in the middle of the night again, and not willing to lay in bed until morning, he'd gotten up, grabbed his toolkit, and angrily padded down the stairs to the car he'd been working on.
Sure, it was late, and sure, he was loud. But he didn't care. His mood had deteriorated to the point that only shouting, cussing, and hammering on something was going to make any difference at all. And sometimes beating on inanimate objects could even be cathartic.
Problem was, there was iron in cars, and as his hand brushed against it, he let out a wild howl of fury, pain and anger that echoed off the silent buildings. He looked up, grumbling for a moment, almost daring them to say something, before he turned back to the car, this time carefully avoiding the iron.