Caleb Blackburn (talkstoyou) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-08-06 18:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ambriel triádhos, character: caleb blackburn, location: class - auto shop |
Thread: Caleb & Ambriel
WHO: Caleb & Ambriel
WHEN: August 6
WHERE: The school's garage.
Now that his car was back where it belonged, Caleb really started to work on it. He was still avoiding Ashton because the siren didn't trust himself around the other...teenager. Caleb still wasn't sure what Ashton was other than a thief, a strong thief but still a thief nonetheless. He'd felt slightly vindicated after the punch, but if he were to lose his temper in a public area, he knew he'd actually get in trouble over his actions, justified though he may think he would be.
Instead, Caleb was focusing on popping out the dents from the doors, sanding and repainting them. Which, while a pain in the rear, needed to be done anyway. The front driver's and passenger's doors were up on tables, elevated on pieces of scrap wood he had found. The garage doors were open and the giant rotating fan moved with the hazy breeze that seemed to cough from the outside indoors. There wasn't any air conditioning in the building for fear of students turning it on and then painting.
Caleb was fine with that, honestly, but it just made his coveralls from collar to crotch feel like a swampy mess when he had them zipped up. Since he decided to only sand the doors down in the heat, the siren had switched out the uniform for a pair of gym shorts and a leather apron over his bare chest. He knew he would have red marks where the chords bit into his neck and around his lower back, but he knew any less and he'd get in trouble if someone came in with any authority. Before he started sanding, Caleb turned on the decade-old radio to an old rock station, guitar riffs easing out of the speakers and seemingly hanging in the haze before being pulled out between the blades of the large fan blades.