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 Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 3:03 pm
When it came to his own body, Jerome was usually one to push things to the limit, just to see how far he could go. Its why he had the most extreme tattoo job done to him, and why he was talented at one of the most bad a** urban sports, at least in his opinion.
The wounds he had gotten from the bullet wounds were starting to heal pretty nice, sadly becasue he was practically forced to take it easy. the doctors were getting sick of him breaking open the wounds again and again and again.
Thankfully, he didn't seem to be in any immediate danger of that anymore, time passed and he would be back to his active self in no time.
Not that he was really waiting for that. The dark man having worked his way up onto a building in the City. and instead of taking the sidewalk like any normal person, was walking his way over the roof toward where he knew a certain mechanic shop resided.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 10:59 pm
Inside said shop, a certain blue haired individual was busy searching through the various piles of scrap, though nothing seemed to match up to her standards. "No. No. No." She said, tossing each piece into another pile as she went, "None of these are it- Wheatley, have you found one yet?"
"Bel.... dum? Bel-beldum. Dum... dum..." The metal pokemon turned from a different pile to close his lower shutter sheepishly. Apparently not.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 11:20 pm
Exhaling a stream of smoke from his lungs, Jerome glanced up as he drew closer to the shop,
slowing his pace at the building next door, he placed his hand on the edge of the roof, kicking his legs up and pushing himself over the edge, landing on the fire escape a few feet below.
Here he leaned against the railing, hand reaching up to slip his fingers around the cigarette between his teeth.
He could see though one of the windows into the garage, noises from inside of clanging metal and rustling.
Wonder what she was up to. "Yo! Ink" He called out from the fire escape, to the open window.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 12:19 am
"Wah!" There was a shout from inside the garage and a loud crash--A few moments later a head peeked out slowly from under the window, cautiously looking for whoever had yelled for- "Oh! Jerome!" She spotted the heavily tattoo'd figure on the fire escape and sighed in relief, a smile immediately covering her face. Who else would call her Ink? "What are you doing out there?"
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 12:34 am
an eyebrow crucked when he heard the crash, wondering for a moment what happened before a blue haired women peeked out the window.
"Sup" he greeted, taking another drag.
He glanced around the fire escape, before looking over at her "Just goin' for a walk, what 'bout you? Sounds like yer makin' a mess in there."
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 12:57 am
"A mess?" Izumi turned to survey the shop behind her. It certainly was a mess-messier than usual, that was- "Oh. Y-yeah... I'm looking for something, but it doesn't really look like we have it. If we do, we can't find it." A few seconds later there was a white metal pokemon floating next to the mechanic's head, glaring at the window at the human on the fire escape. It didn't look particularly happy to see the leaky guy again.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 6:17 am
With his elbows still leaned up against the fire escape, he watched her casually, eyes glancing over to the Beldum when it floated over, it didn't seem like it was very please, but this didn't seem to bother Jerome either.
"lookin' for somethin'?" he asked again "Whats that?"
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 1:01 pm
"Well, I need a 60 millimeter alternator. We've got one, but it isn't the right ampage. I mean, I also need it to rotate counterclockwise... but if I can't find one, I can just get a 60 millimeter and modify it. But it'd save me a lot of work if we could just find one." Izumi had, in the midst of telling Jerome about her predicament, turned away from the window and started looking around her shop again. The Beldum disappeared from the window after a final glare, going back to his duties of helping locate the fabled alternator. A crash later Izumi could be heard sighing. "Ampage... right, counterclockwise... no. 50 millimeter; Good try, Wheatley."
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 6:59 pm
Jerome watched quickly as she seemed to get distracted, and her rambling drifted away back into her garage.
Blinking a couple of times, listening to the crashes.
Hit attention turned to window, eying it for a moment, before a studying gaze flicked from what he was standing on by the railing and the distance of the window.
It didn't take long before he was up onto the railing of the fire escape, telling him self seconds before he jumped that this was going to hurt.
And he was right,
He intended to jump into the window. Though the stiffness of his body caused him to jump short, and he had to reach out and grab onto the edge of the window, grunting as he pulled himself up.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 7:45 pm
Izumi was too preoccupied with the pile of junk that had migrated from one condensed and semi organized mount to a spread out field of sprockets, springs, gears, and other parts to notice Jerome coming in through the window. "No... no... I-I really think we don't have one, Wheatley..." She rocked back and sat on her bottom, feet pushing some of the mess out of her way as she laid them out in front of her; The girl sighed, partially because she was disappointed, and partially because she may have tired herself out looking for the elusive alternator.
"Oh- Hi." He'd gotten there quick; She hadn't even heard the door bell go off. "I've got to go to the Junkyard. Maybe they'll have what I'm looking for. D-do you have something to drop off? I can fix it when I get back."
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 9:32 pm
Jerome flicked the cigarette butt out of the window once he had climbed easily in, Jerome continued in, putting his hands in his pocket, before pausing when she mentioned something to drop off and be fixed.
"uhh..." He paused,
Oh right, this was her job. Why else would he be here.
A hand shifted in his pocket, feeling a small MP3 player that he had lifted off some punk a while back.
"..." digging his thumb into the controls, to crack in a couple of the buttons, before he pulled it out. "yeah sure, just this, ain't sure if it can be fixed."
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 10:10 pm
"Oh, alright- what happened to it?" She took the mp3 player with her metal hand and eyeballed the cracked electronic. Some people were very clumsy with their things. "I-If you come back in..." Izumi looked up at the ceiling and mouthed some thoughts silently into the air, "Three hours? That should give me enough time to get down to the Yard, get back, and fix it- or, um... at least tell you if you'll need to replace it..." The mechanic smiled sheepishly at Jerome before walking over to her workbench and putting the mp3 player on it.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 11:37 pm
Letting her take the MP3 player, not really caring about what became of it.
"Uh, don't know, think I might have sat on it " He added with a shrug, returning his hand into his pocket.
He listed to her explain her plans, a slight curious frown turned down the corners of his lips "Yard? What ya doing at a yard?"
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 11:55 pm
"Oh- The Junkyard. It's really good for finding parts! People tend to toss the best parts of things without even thinking about how they could use it." She rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "I've found things there I couldn't have found without being put on back order for a year at some supply store." Izumi hadn't really noticed or considered that the junkyard may have been in a slightly shadier part of town and maybe have been a little bit risky for a young woman to go by herself.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 12:25 am
Again he stared at her "The Junkyard? Yo go to that place? Ya so sure you should be goin' to a place like that?"
No matter what way Jerome looked at it, someone like her definitely shouldn't be going to a place like the junkyard... clearly she had to know this. Maybe she was just messing with him or something...
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