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 Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 4:51 pm
*Bard leans against the car*
Well, has the teacher let you use Grown-Up scissors yet?
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 5:17 pm
*Luke smirks. He gets a welding mask and props it on top of his head.* I learned to weld when we worked on the 'Stang. And after that, they let me use the grown up scissors.
*hands Bard a mask. Luke probably would have been more pissed off about the comment, but right now, he's just happy that he gets to play with fire.*
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 5:19 pm
*Bard slips the mask on while murmuring* it's not like you can really do any more damage...
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 6:15 pm
*Luke throws back on his sweaty t-shirt. His eyes light up and he grins as he picks up the welder off the wall.*
*Though it takes some effort, he puts his pride aside and hands it to Bard.* It's your car, man.
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 6:19 pm
Correction, it was a car. I have high hopes it will one day be a car again.
*he steps back to give Luke some room to work*
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 6:32 pm
*Luke sets the welder down and puts on a pair of heavy gloves that go up to his elbows.* Alright. *He picks the welder back up.* Stand back. This isn't exactly an air conditioner...
*Luke pulls down his helmet. He gets a good grip on the welder and goes to work. Sparks fly and the welder works its way into the alumnium. It takes a good ten minutes, before Luke can't stand the heat.*
*Luke puts down the welder with a small 'clank' and backs away, taking off the gloves. He takes a good look at his work and nods.* Alright, it needs a little more, but gimee a sec....
*He goes over to the sink and starts running cold water over his face.*
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 12:12 pm
Don't worry about it. I've got it from here.
*Bard draws the mask over his face, pulls the gloves on, and picks up the welder. After a few more minutes, it's done. He steps back, pulling the gloves off*
That's got it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 18, 2006 12:21 pm
*Luke's got his whole head underneath the water faucet in the shop.*
GodDAMN. It's hot as balls. *pulls his head up and shakes the water out of his hair as he walks back*
*looks over the job Bard did* Nice. At least that's done. Until we have to use it again. *Luke puts back on his gloves. They have to wait to take apart the carbuerator, but there's plenty else that needs to be done. After a good fifteen minutes, they start to take the carbuerator out of the car.*
*even though it's not playing Luke sings* Holy Diver... You been gone too long in the midnight sea.... Oh what's becoming of me.... Now I'm gonna have that song stuck in my head all day.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 7:31 pm
*Bard takes the carburetor in both hands and lifts it free, almost reverently. It's been melted to aluminum slag, a worthless hunk of metal. Bard sighs*
A work of art despoiled.
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 7:51 pm
*bounds over to see for himself. Bard puts the carbuerator over on a table top, and Luke inspects it. After looking it over, he feels like he should say a few words.*
*deep breath* What can I say about the '67 Jaguar carbuerator? I didn't know him for long, but he went out in a blaze of glory. He will always be remembered for vaporizing fuel into the intake manifold and the combustion chamber, and outliving '90s fuel injection.
*says all in one sentence* He will be missed -- hey, where's the new one?
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 7:56 pm
*Bard points a thumb in the direction of a pile of crates full of ordered parts*
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Posted: Wed Jul 19, 2006 8:09 pm
*Luke goes over, murmurs.* It's not like we'll open them yet, I just wanna see....
*He looks over the myriad of boxes and packages. The parts are labeled on the outside of the boxes. Bard accounted for everything that Luke could think of....He stands amazed at that - and at the return addresses on the boxes. They were mailed from a number of states and countries, chief among them Scotland and England.*
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 9:15 am
*Bard wipes the sweat from his face, hesitates for a moment, then strips his shirt off with a sigh*
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Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 9:44 am
Damn, man. When you said you were getting parts, I knew you were serious. But I was thinking that you'd get them shipped from Chicago or New York... I didn't realize they'd send them from the motherland all the way from ******** England where--
*Luke turns around, and he stops when he sees Bard's back.*
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