Junk Yard, Monday Afternoon

[boneyard_girl]

It was warm-ish out, or warm-er, and Ada had the itch under her skin to get outside and away from the walls that closed everything in, and, to be honest, she'd been jumpy ever since she'd heard about that girl getting snatched right off the island from the radio

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[rebelseekspizza]

Dante didn't exactly make a habit of rooting around the junk yard if he could help it; it just happened to be another stop he passed by on his way to go say hello to his bike.

Cigarette dangling out of his mouth, he was on his way when he heard the noise.

Came to a stop. Peered towards the junk yard, trying to make out who was in there. Probably none of his business, but the question was enough to catch his attention for a couple of seconds.

[boneyard_girl]

Getting outside and working hands-on did wonders for getting Ada out of her own head, and by the time Dante was wandering by, she'd found a little moped to dismantle, repair, and reassemble.

She'd probably get some decent money for it, too, if she could get it working.

"The starter's connected to the engine!" she was singing, more than a little off-key. "An' 'm gonna make you go!"

Or maybe she'd just terrorize the rickshaws by racing around the streets at night. Either one sounded good right about now.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante shoved one hand into the pocket of his coat, and used the other one to pluck the cigarette out of his mouth. There was a voice he recognized.

"So what part's connected to the hip bone?" he called, walking into the scrap yard.

[boneyard_girl]

"AHH!" Yeah, Ada hadn't exactly been expecting anyone else to be around here, so Dante's voice startled her something fierce. She stumbled backwards, tripping over her own feet and landing on her ass.

"A moped ain't got no hip bone, 'less you count the axle," she called back, quickly getting up and brushing herself off. "An' I sure don't."

"Where you at?"