Zipporah (gottafixit) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2017-10-07 19:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | #september 2017, rostislav, rostislav x zipporah |
Who: Zippa, open Rost
What: prowling a junkyard
When: Saturday, 9 AM
Where: a junkyard
Status: Complete
Zippa had plans to attend the street fair later on, but she'd been up early and figured it was the right kind of day to venture to the junkyard. It was a two-fold venture - sometimes she found parts she could restore, and it was a place that had ample practice pieces no one would much notice - mangled metal was mangled metal, after all. As long as no one caught her doing it, anyway. She could count on one hand the number of times she'd ever seen anyone out here in the three and a half years she'd been coming out here, and most of the time they were kids exploring the place - so she wasn't real worried. Parking her truck at the entrance, she eased through the open gate and made her way into the maze of debris and discarded bits of people's lives. Refrigerators with their doors off, stoves, computers, hardware, furniture, and all the other miscellany that compromised people's lives. Winding her way through the piles on what vaguely resembled a path, she glanced back now and again until she could no longer see the fence surrounding the junkyard - which meant it wasn't likely anyone could see her. Singing softly to herself, Zippa set about further twisting and manipulating the bits of metals she came across, folding them, separating the layers, putting them back together again, and simply exercising her power as she strolled through the piles of junk. She never touched anything with her hands, but ... she didn't need to. Once she was more or less done playing with her ability, she started to rifle through likely looking piles for salvageable car parts. Most of them she could restore to working condition, and while she couldn't use them as parts at work for paying customers, she had plenty of side projects. Then again, there was also the beauty of restoring a part simply to restore it. Every now and again she'd glance up to see if anyone was around, but mostly she paid attention to herself and what she was doing. |