And now for memeage completely different
There was another girl, hidden within the bowels of the city, who did not care in the slightest about the spectacular view or the rising sun. All she cared about, here and now, was the tangle of gears and cables spread on the table in front of her.
She reached for a pile of tools bunched haphazardly at one end of the table. Without taking her blue-eyed gaze away from the mess of gears and wires she precariously held together with one hand, the girl selected a screwdriver and applied it to the damn loose screw that kept the two brass plates from holding together like they should and left the constant threat of delicate gears and wires spilling out across the floor hanging over her head.
Carefully, delicately, she applied the screwdriver to the screw and twisted. Once…twice…
It's supposed to be on Sunday. But, you know. Timezone differences. It still counts.
She reached for a pile of tools bunched haphazardly at one end of the table. Without taking her blue-eyed gaze away from the mess of gears and wires she precariously held together with one hand, the girl selected a screwdriver and applied it to the damn loose screw that kept the two brass plates from holding together like they should and left the constant threat of delicate gears and wires spilling out across the floor hanging over her head.
Carefully, delicately, she applied the screwdriver to the screw and twisted. Once…twice…
It's supposed to be on Sunday. But, you know. Timezone differences. It still counts.