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[itaughtyouthat]

a] *Russell is digging around in the junkyard, climbing on piles of stuff and digging through some things. He's already got a pile of stuff in a cart, and he keeps adding things to it, tubing and oil drums and just various bits and ends and things. Feel free to ask what the fuck he's doing

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[coolerthansora]

*(B!) Runs into him on the return journey.*

...what's all that for?

[itaughtyouthat]

Just a little project I've got goin'. I got lucky this time, found most of the stuff I've been missin'.

*mysterious Russell is mysterious~*

[coolerthansora]

What kind of project?

*peering at the stuff in that cart*

[itaughtyouthat]

*There's piping, something that might have been a barrel, various larger pipes and a couple of big vaguely kettle looking things, along with stuff that looks like it was picked because it's strong and straight*

The kind that you'd traditionally do under the light of the moon.

[coolerthansora]

*blank stare*

The... illegal kind?

[itaughtyouthat]

Well, if you wanna be blunt about it, then yeah.

*looks at him curiously, like he's trying to figure out if the kid is going to rat him out*

[coolerthansora]

*doesn't seem bothered in the least by the impending lawbreaking. He just nods*

I don't know if I'd call that blunt. It's still pretty vague.

[itaughtyouthat]

*Chuckles as he pulls the cart into a patch of shade, wiping his hands free of some grime to pull out one of his precious cigarettes and a book of matches*

I guess so. What's your name?

*He lights the cigarette and inhales a lungful of smoke. Ahhh breathing smoke in the middle of manual labor. Delicious*

[coolerthansora]

*he makes a face at the cigarette smoke*

It's Roxas.

[itaughtyouthat]

*This is Russell, smoking his cancer and giving not a single fuck. He does blow the smoke away from Roxas though*

Roxas... How long've you been here, I know I've seen you around.

[coolerthansora]

...a year and a half.

[itaughtyouthat]

*Whistles low*

Damn, I'm somewhere between being impressed and feelin' sorry for you.

[coolerthansora]

It's not a bad thing, for me.