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Apr 20, 2010 23:45

WHO: Rui and Alastair
WHERE: Hell Towers
WHEN: Tuesday night
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Alastair busted his bike! Luckily, there's another motorcycle freak in the building willing to help out. Kinda. With glares. He does that.
FORMAT: Paragraph to start, then whatever we want!

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† habashira rui | chameleon, alastair | hacker

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hackeralastair April 21 2010, 03:55:52 UTC
Alastair pulled into the underground garage fresh off the street, fresh from his run-in with some big horned freak of nature and still unsure about the handling. He wasn't much of a mechanic; he could change his motorcycle's oil, but anything beyond that was outside his realm of ability. But where to go to get it fixed? He considered asking Hiruma, he would probably know...

As he settled into the parking space alongside the other motorcycles parked there - Hiruma's, Kiryu's new bike, and Rui's - he noticed the tools scattered around. He tugged off his helmet and had a look around. Maybe this could be easier than asking about repair shops.

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whatselfcontrol April 22 2010, 23:54:57 UTC
The familiar rumble of an engine echoed through the basement complex, and Rui paused in uncapping his drink. Walking back into the combined parking lot/work shop, he spotted Alastair seated on his Ducati. He hadn't talked to the guy much, considering how long they'd shared an apartment building - for all the social interaction that meant; he wasn't sure if Kid knew anyone else's names beyond his own and Hiruma's yet - but he had good taste in bikes, which was enough to convince Rui that conversation wasn't necessarily a bad idea.

"Hey," he called.

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hackeralastair April 23 2010, 00:43:10 UTC
Alastair's head turned toward the voice. "Hey, there you are," he noted, sliding off his bike and setting the helmet on the seat. "Rui," he added to prove he actually knew Hiruma's roommates' names. "Whatcha up to, fiddling with bikes?"

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whatselfcontrol April 23 2010, 00:50:48 UTC
"What, were ya lookin' for me?" That would be new. He shrugged, motioning to the various parts and tools he had strewn about the place. Cleaning up after oneself was overrated. "Working on mine, yeah. Thing still isn't as good as the one I had back home."

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