Maybe I should just “let it be” [OPEN]
Characters: endthiscycle and OPEN
Location: Deadly Trinkets / Horrorspital
Rating: PG? Depends who shows up I guess.
Time: October 11
Description: Winry is busy at work on her motorcycle, but her door is open for any customers or visitors.
Winry was never a particularly organized person, at least on the surface. Her room was always a cluttered mess of books, tools, schematics, and notes, and her workshop was no different. In fact, it was even worse. The workshop was a separate building connected to Horrorspital, though building was a term used lightly. It was more the size of a large garage, a single room which included all the equipment she would need for making automail.
Or in this particular case, a motorcycle.
It was slow progress, unfortunately. Not because Winry found it particularly challenging, no, she had managed to find most of the parts she needed from Yoko's shop, but because that enthusiasm still wasn't there. That was half the reason she had started this project. After repairing Luki's arm she had realized that passion she once had for vocation had diminished, and she was hoping this would inspire her. No luck so far, maybe she just needed the opposite---a break. Hadn't her four months in the future been enough of a break? In that time all she had worked on was Ed's automail a little bit of wiring around Shibusen.
Maybe she just needed a break from a lot of things, and once this motorcycle was complete this would be a sure way to get it. With a small grunt she lifted herself to her feet, leaving her tools were they were on the ground and went out to get a little bit of fresh air. It was even hotter inside the workshop than it was outside, so even with this muggy weather it was nice to get out.
She stood right at the entrance to the shop, hair mussled and some oil stains on her work clothing as she watched people going by. It was vaguely disconcerting for her to realize that she recognized so many of the civilians now. She really had been here much too long.
((ooc; action or prose is fine with me, whichever you prefer~))
Location: Deadly Trinkets / Horrorspital
Rating: PG? Depends who shows up I guess.
Time: October 11
Description: Winry is busy at work on her motorcycle, but her door is open for any customers or visitors.
Winry was never a particularly organized person, at least on the surface. Her room was always a cluttered mess of books, tools, schematics, and notes, and her workshop was no different. In fact, it was even worse. The workshop was a separate building connected to Horrorspital, though building was a term used lightly. It was more the size of a large garage, a single room which included all the equipment she would need for making automail.
Or in this particular case, a motorcycle.
It was slow progress, unfortunately. Not because Winry found it particularly challenging, no, she had managed to find most of the parts she needed from Yoko's shop, but because that enthusiasm still wasn't there. That was half the reason she had started this project. After repairing Luki's arm she had realized that passion she once had for vocation had diminished, and she was hoping this would inspire her. No luck so far, maybe she just needed the opposite---a break. Hadn't her four months in the future been enough of a break? In that time all she had worked on was Ed's automail a little bit of wiring around Shibusen.
Maybe she just needed a break from a lot of things, and once this motorcycle was complete this would be a sure way to get it. With a small grunt she lifted herself to her feet, leaving her tools were they were on the ground and went out to get a little bit of fresh air. It was even hotter inside the workshop than it was outside, so even with this muggy weather it was nice to get out.
She stood right at the entrance to the shop, hair mussled and some oil stains on her work clothing as she watched people going by. It was vaguely disconcerting for her to realize that she recognized so many of the civilians now. She really had been here much too long.
((ooc; action or prose is fine with me, whichever you prefer~))