Noa Bellamy (sharpthings) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-09-23 23:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [09] september, max mendelson, noa bellamy |
Who: Noa Bellamy & Max Mendelson
Where: Noa's shop; Dog Park
What: Noa's working, and Max is just trying to keep down his lunch.
When: September 8, 2018; Afternoon
The buzz of Noa's iron has always served to calm her mind when it gets busy. It's not a common thing for her to get stuck on one thought until it consumes more than it's fair share of space, but September 5th came and went and she hasn't felt right since. Funny how a day could carry so much baggage with it, could morph from a happy thing to another reminder of something that had been torn away. But she's doing her damnedest not to let it sink in and shake her down to her bones. There's too much going on around her for a simple thing like a wedding anniversary to knock her out of sorts. It helped to get out of the walls too, to go digging around for a laundry list of items the park could use. She even managed to pick up a set of truly heinous wall calendars from the leader of UMCB without causing a scene; not something she's surprised by, but given the climate lately it could have gone worse. Her chair ain't been empty real often lately either. Today she's had a few guys come through; touch ups and brainstorming mostly, but the patch in her shop now has been working on a back piece for the better part of a couple months. She's been working on him nearing an hour already when Duke's low bark breaks into the relative peace of her workspace, but her Shepherd barking hasn't even been cause for alarm. It's when she catches movement at the door that she takes some interest in what could have set him off. Noa initially assumes it's Sasha coming through for something, but isn't at all disappointed to recognize their new tech instead. Max is the kind of sweet that's in short supply around the park, easy to like, and he's damn good at what he does, from what she's seen. "Well hey, sweetheart," Noa greets him, halting her work to turn a smile in his direction. "Finally coming 'round to check in on your handiwork?" Her tattoo machine has been running better than she could have ever made it since he sorted out the wiring for her. There's also curiosity bubbling up at the idea that he might be taking her up on the challenge from a few days before; she's not enough of an optimist to think she'll be proven right and he'll be proven wrong, but she can't help but hold out that she won't be all wrong. "There's a chair there, if you want it." She straightens from her bend and motions to the stool in the corner. "Lonnie here ain't going to care if he's got an audience either." He's not much of a talker, so it'll be nice to have someone with just a few more words around, if Max can keep from turning green. |