Oliver 'Key' Issacs (allkeyedup) wrote in nearside_rpg, @ 2009-11-11 13:39:00 |
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Key had decided to go down to the garage right after work so it was just after five o'clock when he pulled up in front of the house. The neighborhood was pretty quiet so the sound of screaming metal was clearly heard as he stepped out of his car, slamming the door behind him. He moved towards the noise, casting his eyes around him, waiting to see if he saw any sign of life in the relatively silent neighborhood. He was the only one on the street, walking up to a stranger's house and he didn't want any neighbors thinking that he was some sort of trespasser. The last thing he needed was to have the police called on him, the world's scrawniest burglar.
He was actually kind of excited about seeing this woman's art. He wasn't exactly the most artistic person but he did have an interest in it, it was next to impossible not to know and appreciate art after having lived with his mother. She had taught him that art came in all different shapes and forms, from paintings to collage art, so the idea of art from scrap metal was just too interesting for him not to come and take a look at.
He stepped around the house, still following the noise, and towards what he could only guess was Chelsea's workspace. Picking his way around scraps of metal and tools he didn't even know the names of, he made his way over to a continuous spray of bright white sparks. Barely resisting the urge to cover his ears, he tilted his body so he could catch a glimpse of someone's head.
"Hey there!" He shouted over the noise, standing rather awkwardly in the front of the garage. He wondered if she could even hear him.