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maskormenacelogs2016-08-20 02:03 pm
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WHO: Adam Parrish & you!
WHERE: Various
WHEN: 19th - 20th August.
WHAT: Cars. Like, he loves cars. So it's all about cars.
WARNINGS: N/A but will add if necessary.
A. ( OPEN )
B. ( CLOSED TO GANSEY )
C. ( OPEN. )
D. ( WILDCARD. )
WHERE: Various
WHEN: 19th - 20th August.
WHAT: Cars. Like, he loves cars. So it's all about cars.
WARNINGS: N/A but will add if necessary.
A. ( OPEN )
[ The heat in the auto shop is stifling. Even with the doors and windows wide open there's little to no breeze drifting through. And with the kind of equipment they have to run throughout the day that can get unpleasant. It is unpleasant. Adam's therefore the one tasked with lugging in the big awkward fans from the back, coveralls tied around his waist and his shirt sticking to him unpleasantly. He probably looks a mess, oil smudged across the muscles in his arms, skin shiny with sweat. He's too hot to care.
It takes some working to get the fans navigated - this close to the weekend people tend to get sloppy, cables and tools snaking all over the floor. He might have said something, but the camaraderie among his co-workers is more pleasant than he's used to and it's only Adam who's impossibly anal about keeping things clear. He lets it lie either way, breathing out a sigh of relief when he gets the last fan in place, bending to plug it into a socket. Blessed air immediately starts up and he takes a moment to stand before it, running dusty fingers through his hair.
Of course, that's when he notices whoever's loitering by the main door. Adam turns, his expression pleasantly neutral, professional even if he feels like he's melting. ] Can I help you?
B. ( CLOSED TO GANSEY )
[ Saturday morning dawns bright and early.
After taking care of whatever shit they needed to do around the house - grocery lists and vegetable patches seem to be all teenage boys really care about - he had followed Gansey to the Pig II and then further into town. They're in a store now, neat rows of bicycles in front of them, the heavy weight of a card in Adam's wallet. Neither of them have moved beyond where the air conditioning blows coolest though, but that's all right. They can both make the most studious of gazes towards the mountain bikes beside them. ]
I mean, I'm not going to be near any mountains, so what's the point?
[ It's meant to get him from A to B. That's what he wants. And while there are cars in the drive at the Meadows and people who can take him to work and back, Adam has always been self-sufficient. He's been itchy and uncomfortable since his old piece of shit bike gave up the ghost. It isn't even worth trying to fix at this point.
Blowing out a breath as he leans in to read a laminated list of all the bike has to offer. ] I'll be impressed when they invent one with AC.
C. ( OPEN. )
[ It's silver. It's German. It's perfect. Adam can't stop looking at it. Each time he does he feels a sick kind of thrill, panic that he spent so much money but joy that he has something that's shiny and sleek and his. It doesn't matter that it's second hand, it doesn't matter that it makes a funny noise - he knows what that is, he can fix it - it only matters that it's in his name. He's worked hard enough and long enough he has something he's coveted for almost his whole life.
A sports car.
He has to resist the urge to press the button that sends the top down again, instead locking it and pocketing the key. He could quite easily stick around and gaze at it lovingly some more, but really he's already been doing that too much. So he turns, starts to head off when he literally walks into someone else. ]
Shit, sorry.
D. ( WILDCARD. )
[ Feel free to hit me up atathosing if you would like anything specific. ]

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