James Deacon Ferrell (the_deacon) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2008-03-27 10:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | chas, deacon |
Garage; Afternoon; Deacon and Charlie
Work was slowing down, which wasn't too surprising since The Deacon had stopped taking jobs that required him to travel. But jobs still came, people always needed a hacker for something, and he still kept his eyes and ears open to find out what someone else might be going for that he could get to first and sell to the highest bidder. And that's what had occupied most of his morning.
Now, though, he was in the garage at the Manor, radio playing at a comfortable level on a classic rock station. Mark had met him at noon and together they'd managed to get the new transmission in. The engine had been cleaned thoroughly but Deacon still wanted to send it off for some chrome plating. No reason the engine shouldn't look pretty too. But as of right now it actually worked and he was itching to start her up. But he wanted Charlie to be there for it first so he had busied himself with washing it.
Now, towards the end of the afternoon, the black car wasn't a dull grey anymore at least. It still needed a new paint job and the windows tinted and Deacon had his eyes on some new rims and tires, but it could, technically, be driven and it was beginning to come together. Singing along to the radio Deacon was bent over the hood - in ragged jeans and a wet and slightly greasy white singlet - running a cloth over the hood but he looked up when he heard the door open.