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.
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.]
[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.]
[Action] sorryyy
That's certainly what it appears to be. Although I'm afraid I'm not especially familiar with this particular application of mechanics. [A slight shrug.] And thus I should refrain from complimenting on how it looks - after all, for all I know, this could be very shoddy craftsmanship.
[Action] UNFORGIVABLE
I'll have you know that automail prosthetics has been a business in my family since my great grandfather's generation! The Rockbell name is known all the way in Rush Valley, and our quality is as good, if not better, than manufactured products!
[And all of that probably means nothing to him.]
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Oh? Well I can hardly argue with such shining testimony from all those people whom I know nothing of. So you're promising me that, were I to amputate my leg suddenly and for no particular reason, that prosthetic leg would support my weight perfectly as opposed to shattering instantly? Setting aside how frail and elderly I am.
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Hey, was there anything in particular you came in for?
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Nothing in particular! I haven't been here long, you see, and I simply felt like browsing the wares here.
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[He adjusted his glasses and appeared to be beginning to move, but he couldn't but add with a grin.]
You know, you almost remind me of a younger, yet more notably female Dist. [He doesn't care whether she knows him or not, his trolling just would not be complete otherwise.]
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You knew Dist?
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He was no longer smirking, but he sighed and pressed some fingers to his forehead.]
Unfortunately, we've happened to be acquainted for the majority of our lives.
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[HMPH. THERE. Honestly she misses Dist. He was one out of only a handful of people she could techno-speak with. And even though he had his... act, she seemed to get along with him anyway.]
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But you clearly know him better. I'll be sure to use as a character reference should he ever make parole.
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[She doesn't comment on the rest of what he said. There's no point. However despite not seeing that side of Dist (because she was younger than him so it's not like she could have made much of an impact) she could easily see someone manipulating Dist with promising words even if they weren't true.]
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Precisely. If I had to credit him with one thing, it would be having the tenacity of cockroach. No matter how many times it's seemed certain, he's always been able to elude death.
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[Your word choices are suspect.]
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I'm not so sure if it qualifies as "bullying" when you're on two opposing sides of a conflict. But, you can certainly say I was rough on him in our youth. He was always insufferably persistent in tagging along with me, after all.
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Well don't let me keep you from browsing.
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He puts on a cheery smile as if the argument never happened - and even makes a small bow.]
Why, thank you. It's been a pleasure to make your acquaintance.