Thierry is a bayou wolf (wolfsense) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2015-01-05 17:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: kana wakahisa, location: class - auto shop |
Thread: Take Apart (Thierry & Open)
WHO: Thierry Gravois & Open
WHEN: Jan. 5, 2014
WHERE: Auto-Body Garage
Classes didn't start for another week, so Thierry took to enjoying the free time he had available to going into the auto-body shop. It was empty and so he took the opportunity to make himself comfortable in it, happily singing a favorite song his mother would sing to him. Thierry didn't have a beautiful voice, but he was at least getting the notes mostly right. It was a nice slow tune and he was currently looking at some pieces labeled for an area that was available to use by anyone. Scraps really and things that people discarded, dismissing it as unusable. However, Thierry wasn't seeing it as such. He currently had what used to be a transmission pulled apart in front of him. It was the way he learned things. Take it apart and then see what did what and then figure it out from there. His uncle had been sorry to see him go to Maine because it meant he'd be losing a useful pair of hands around the mechanic shop he ran. Thierry spent more time there in the past few years than he had with his mother getting the education she meant to give him. But the needs of the family always went above that and while other people ran off to college, the Gravois had a habit of sticking around and those that didn't were off fighting a war or living in another part of Louisiana. They wouldn't be remembered for their wealth, that was for damn sure. Dressed in a pair of beat-up old jeans with the knees worn to holes and a plain tank top that may have been a brighter yellow before but was now faded and dusty brownish yellow, Thierry pulled his hair back when he worked to keep it out of his face. It made a small ponytail and loose hairs slipped up but found their way brushed behind his hears. He had some grease smudged on his face but most of it was on his hands. He didn't bother with coveralls because his clothing already had some stains from car grease long before he'd come to St. Margarets. "J'aime tes bayous, tes prairies et tes bois," he sung softly to himself, "Les Avoyelles au bout de la terre bonne." He knew other songs but he liked this one the best. And not just because it made him think of his mother, but because it made him think of home in general. Thierry wasn't home sick but that didn't mean he ignored home all together. He'd be back there eventually and for now he could make this place feel like home by singing as if it were home. |