[OPEN/on-going]
WHO: Jacob Black [beta_lupo] and Rook [meandhavemercy]; open to ANY AND ALL MONACELLO PLAYERS who, you know, want something to do? Eavesdrop? Be picking up their car? Be creative. :)
WHAT: Checking out just how good a mechanic the kid really is.
WHERE: Monacello Main Garage
WHEN: Day 127, around noon
The song playing from the radio, echoing off the walls, was one of Rook's all times favorites. An oldie but goody, the low rumble of the singer's voice and the steady rhythm of percussion helped the flow of blood through the man's veins a bit easier that morning; it made the throbbing in his head from the wicked hangover he had lessen as he concentrated and worked through it.
In the nearly vacant garage (there were two other people in there with him, but what fuck all they were doing Rook didn't know and didn't care), the sound of his tools as he worked on the underside of one of the Towncars, body hidden under the bottom, almost clanked nearly in time with the beat.
On his back, Rook paused then for a moment, pulling his phone out and looked at the time as he slid it open. One minute until the kid was late. Replacing the device back into his pocket, Rook smirked. He loved being right.
WHAT: Checking out just how good a mechanic the kid really is.
WHERE: Monacello Main Garage
WHEN: Day 127, around noon
The song playing from the radio, echoing off the walls, was one of Rook's all times favorites. An oldie but goody, the low rumble of the singer's voice and the steady rhythm of percussion helped the flow of blood through the man's veins a bit easier that morning; it made the throbbing in his head from the wicked hangover he had lessen as he concentrated and worked through it.
In the nearly vacant garage (there were two other people in there with him, but what fuck all they were doing Rook didn't know and didn't care), the sound of his tools as he worked on the underside of one of the Towncars, body hidden under the bottom, almost clanked nearly in time with the beat.
On his back, Rook paused then for a moment, pulling his phone out and looked at the time as he slid it open. One minute until the kid was late. Replacing the device back into his pocket, Rook smirked. He loved being right.