She didn't belong to the rollerblade crowd
WHO: Simca [migrational], and Miranda Lotto [oldclock]
WHAT: The idea of Miranda on wheels is just awesome, so Simca decided to make it a reality.
WHERE: The park
WHEN: Day 76, 7 a.m. in the morning
A pair of black shoes, a couple wheels, a few screws, some scraps of metal, and one long ribbon for the laces. These were the ingredients for a homemade pair of roller skates.
It had not taken long for Simca to put them together. After spending a good amount of time in an organization of A-T mechanics, she had mastered doing such a task in quite a short amount of time.
She took great pride in her work. Though it took her near seconds to put the pair together, she didn't want them to fall apart on Miranda halfway through her lesson. It would be embarassing for the both of them. Therefore, just in case, she spent an extra hour or two just poking around at them, making sure every detail was perfect.
Now the stage was set.
Simca stood quietly on the sidewalk, humming a tune to herself as she waited for her new student. She clutched the pair of skates in her arms, as well as a few makeshift pads put together from a whole lot of bright pink fabric that she'd found.
She hoped Miranda would appreciate the pretty color~
WHAT: The idea of Miranda on wheels is just awesome, so Simca decided to make it a reality.
WHERE: The park
WHEN: Day 76, 7 a.m. in the morning
A pair of black shoes, a couple wheels, a few screws, some scraps of metal, and one long ribbon for the laces. These were the ingredients for a homemade pair of roller skates.
It had not taken long for Simca to put them together. After spending a good amount of time in an organization of A-T mechanics, she had mastered doing such a task in quite a short amount of time.
She took great pride in her work. Though it took her near seconds to put the pair together, she didn't want them to fall apart on Miranda halfway through her lesson. It would be embarassing for the both of them. Therefore, just in case, she spent an extra hour or two just poking around at them, making sure every detail was perfect.
Now the stage was set.
Simca stood quietly on the sidewalk, humming a tune to herself as she waited for her new student. She clutched the pair of skates in her arms, as well as a few makeshift pads put together from a whole lot of bright pink fabric that she'd found.
She hoped Miranda would appreciate the pretty color~