Winry Rockbell (
installing) wrote2013-04-07 08:44 pm
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♨ 1 Apple Pie + Nineteen Apples and Cinnamon | Action/Voice ♨
[Today Winry has a busy day! Despite things in her neck of the woods slowly turning normal(ish), she has a lot to do. Feel free to bump into her at any time/place!
[Late Morning: The Library]
With Ed in the tunnels Winry has been running books back and forth. Sokka has done this too, but she's taking this chance to also pick something up herself. A romance novel with a monochrome book cover catches her eye. She'll flip through the first couple chapters in the library before taking off.
The book reads:
I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Damn my hair – it just won’t behave, and damn Katherine Kavanagh for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be studying for my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush my hair into submission. I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet. Reciting this mantra several times, I attempt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush.
[Early Afternoon: The Smithy]
Work as usual - not. Off and on Winry tends to small chores and cleaning up prototypes, but nothing extremely productive. She might end up slacking off and reading again on the couch.
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Portland disappears in front of us as we head into US Airspace, though my stomach remains firmly in Oregon. Whoa! All the bright all the bright lights shrink until they are twinkling sweetly below us. It's like looking from inside a fishbowl.
[Late afternoon: The Square]
Winry sits herself on a bench. The book she checked out was very boring so far. The writing wasn't even that good. She reads much further, but at some point she frowns. The mechanic's expression looks like one of disgust as her calloused hands slam the smooth book shut. Quickly Winry sets aside the book to open up her journal:]
Hey, would you trust anybody that made you sign a contract if you were going to keep being with them?
[She glares at the book beside her. Should she finish it? Honestly it's making her very uncomfortable. Maybe she should have picked up a medical text instead.]
[Late Morning: The Library]
With Ed in the tunnels Winry has been running books back and forth. Sokka has done this too, but she's taking this chance to also pick something up herself. A romance novel with a monochrome book cover catches her eye. She'll flip through the first couple chapters in the library before taking off.
The book reads:
I scowl with frustration at myself in the mirror. Damn my hair – it just won’t behave, and damn Katherine Kavanagh for being ill and subjecting me to this ordeal. I should be studying for my final exams, which are next week, yet here I am trying to brush my hair into submission. I must not sleep with it wet. I must not sleep with it wet. Reciting this mantra several times, I attempt, once more, to bring it under control with the brush.
[Early Afternoon: The Smithy]
Work as usual - not. Off and on Winry tends to small chores and cleaning up prototypes, but nothing extremely productive. She might end up slacking off and reading again on the couch.
The book reads:
Portland disappears in front of us as we head into US Airspace, though my stomach remains firmly in Oregon. Whoa! All the bright all the bright lights shrink until they are twinkling sweetly below us. It's like looking from inside a fishbowl.
[Late afternoon: The Square]
Winry sits herself on a bench. The book she checked out was very boring so far. The writing wasn't even that good. She reads much further, but at some point she frowns. The mechanic's expression looks like one of disgust as her calloused hands slam the smooth book shut. Quickly Winry sets aside the book to open up her journal:]
Hey, would you trust anybody that made you sign a contract if you were going to keep being with them?
[She glares at the book beside her. Should she finish it? Honestly it's making her very uncomfortable. Maybe she should have picked up a medical text instead.]
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I'm only a couple chapters in, so I don't know yet. It's moving pretty slow.
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Are you busy? My arm could use a bit of a tune up, but I could probably handle it myself if I could borrow some of your tools if you're really into your book right now.
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And because mun is stupid and forgot to mention sooner.It should also be noted that Vash isn't wearing his traditional red coat today. Just in a pair of lose fitting blue jeans and a simple tan long sleeved, button up shirt. His hair is also longer and pulled into a short pony tail today.][Action]
It's all right. Let's get to work.
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[Though she does admit she's emotionally tired from all of the stuff that has gone down recently.]
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I think it's something near the elbow. It just does feel as fast and smooth.
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[ooc: Go nuts with it if you'd like!]
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[She pulls a small flashlight out of her pocket so she can inspect it when he's ready.]
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How rough have you been handling it? It could be quickened wear-and-tear.
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[Winry finds a spot where there is a missing screw, makes a mental note of it. She'll continue to look and see if there are any more problems.]
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[Winry clicks the flash light off before turning away from him to pick up a screw from her toolbox.]
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[She holds the screw in her mouth as she turns back around to face Vash. Her hands grip his elbow as she shines the flashlight back in the spot where she identified the problem. When that is located her free hand (one without the flashlight) takes the screw from her mouth, and begins to put it in.]
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[She pauses for a moment before picking up again.] Without their help I wouldn't have been able to give Hiccup his new leg, or be able to reconstruct Ed's port if he ever ruined his.
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