|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Sun Aug 25, 2013 6:18 pm
"Ah! Damn it," Noah snapped at himself and shook off his hand after getting his fingers pinched between two parts on his Honda.
Pieces and parts were scattered in the parking lot behind his restaurant, but he was starting to debate moving the project to a friend's driveway. Stupid apartment. Stupid urban setting. Stupid lack of space.
"We've been together ten years. Come on, be nice," He pleaded as he picked up a piece of the fuel system he was desperately trying to install. If he could at least get it together, maybe he could call Ellie for help or advice on the other problems. He should at least be able to replace the fuel injector, he figured.
Besides the odd place of choosing to set up shop, he was sprawled out awkwardly on the curb with his right leg extended off to the side while he leaned forward on the other to work. He was still hurting from his patrolling injury and had yet to suck it up and go to a doctor to make sure nothing drastic was out of place, but that wasn't going to stop him.
Mostly because his bike being broken was stopping him.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2013 8:19 am
Things were coming along rather nicely, if he could say so himself. Sure, there were still the near daily incidents with youma, and the whole fear of powering up for now, but that wasn't what he was focusing on, nope, not at all. Isha had decided that it was time to focus on what he used to do, time to focus on just being a normal teenaged boy. Well, as normal as he could get. Not many kids his age, or adults for that matter, would be so enthusiastic to complete a list such as he wanted to do. There was so much to do, and for once, his parents supported him in doing so.
All of his siblings seemed to have goals except for him. His youngest brother wanted to be the youngest person to sail around the world, at the age of nine, his oldest sister wanted to be a top-notch boxer, and his last sister wanted to work with their father.. And where was he? Floating in an oblivion of being a Senshi and keeping it a secret, as well as trying to balance out his other side.. Isha had once had a goal of becoming a world competing fisher, but that would take the fun right out of it. Then there was dancing, but competing officially would take the fun out of that too..
Being so directionless, finally approaching his parents with his list seemed to be met with a ridiculous amount of enthusiasm. Ads were posted every for teachers in related subjects, and they often pushed him out of the house, hoping that he'd make some friends or something. Not that he was looking for people his own age. Teachers were supposed to be older! Well, no, that's a terrible way to think! And besides, one of his teachers was a cat. And cats were.. If a cat could be a teacher, anyone could be a teacher!
Looking down at his list, he gave a bit of a smile. Most of the time, he would have been rather a**l about going in the correct order of what should be done and what not, but not this time. It was just go as it came! And today seemed to be a blessing! Before him seemed to be a sea of endless mechanical pieces.. And interestingly enough, mechanics was on his list though the actual interpretation of mechanics was up for debate. The list he held was probably more.. Modern than the ones that were completely traditional, but he was a modern guy, after all! Now.. How to approach such a person, just working on the side of the street?
"Excuse me.. You seem to be having some difficulties with your bike. I may not know much about it, but maybe I can be of help? Sometimes two pairs of hands are better than one. Or I could just watch? I uh.. I'm trying to learn all sorts of things, and mechanics are on my list. And motor bikes are pretty awesome too!"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2013 10:31 am
"Huh?" Noah glanced up from trying to puzzle out the fuel system to the boy who'd approached him and back down to the various parts. He was just offering to help? Just like that?
Lacking any suspicious nature or negative assumptions, he didn't question it at all, "Sure. Hand me that," He said, pointing to a ratchet just out of his reach. Hey, he was crippled, he needed help.
"I'm tryin' to fix the fuel injector," He explained as he tried to loosen a few parts to get at the one he had his eye on. "Damn electronic s**t is such a pain in the a**, when it's all got computer chips you're going to need a freakin' degree just to figure out how to change your oil."
Rant rant rant, things were better back in my day blah.
He did come to his senses and realize he had just enlisted a stranger off the street to help him. He acknowledged this by making a futile attempt at wiping oil and grease on his hands off on his jeans and holding it out to shake. "I'm Noah, by the way. I'd get up to greet you but I tweaked my leg pretty bad the other day."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 5:35 pm
Immediately, Avior knelt down nearby, shrugging off his bag, and handing him the requested tool. He listened closely, trying to understand what he was talking about. It was safe to assume that a 'fuel injector' injected fuel into the motor, right?
"You don't have a manual or something? Nothing like that? Or maybe look one up on the internet?" Such a curious thing that was! Everything could be found there, right? He smiled as the man offered his hand, and took it, squeezing it and giving it a little shake, before pulling it away and sitting back down. His seemed kind enough. Much nicer than some of the other people he had ran into recently.
"Ouch.. Have you been to the doctors? Did they give you any medicine for it?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 11:50 pm
"It's an '04, I lost the manual a while ago," Noah said, purposely ignoring the bit about downloading one off the internet. He used the internet for facebook and occasional google searches but really and shamefully the thought to download a manual hadn't occurred to him. He hadn't grown up with the internet, it was not usually his go to in the thought process.
He didn't need directions anyway. Far as he was concerned.
"No, it's fine," He bluffed, and went back to trying to dismantle the thing. "I mean, I'm sure I can figure it out. It can't be that much different than what I'm used to."
He shrugged off the bit about his knee, making a variety of awkward faces as he tried to tease the part out of the bike. "No, not yet. Maybe later. I'm kind of hoping if I ice it it'll just go away. I'm just hopin' nothing's too ******** up. I was in an accident a few years back, that leg's not entirely stable in the first place. Hand me that," He added, casually pointing to another tool out of his reach.
"What's your name, kid?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 11:20 am
An '04 model.. Geesh, that thing was anchient! No wonder it was having problems! Of course, there were people who couldn't afford to get new things all the time, so who was he to judge anything?
"I bet you have some really good memories with this bike, huh?" That was assuming that he had owned the bike since it was new. If not.. then maybe it was rude to assume such a thing. A bit too late for that now. "Trying to keep it going as long as possible. That's evidence you love the thing, right?"
He reached over to grab the tool, and after handing it off, he figured it might just be a good idea to kinda inch everything a bit closer within his reach. Then again, if that was the case, he really wouldn't need to be here, and he wanted to hang about as long as possible!
"I'm Isha, I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier! Just too excited about bikes, you know? Though honestly, I think you should go to the hospital if your leg is that potentially jacked up. If you need a ride or something, I don't mind, and we can come back and finish working when you're in better shape." By offering a ride, he meant dialing his driver to come by and pick them up. Sure, he had a permit himself, but driving terrified him. Having something so powerful that with the slightest mistake, you could end someones life.. No, that wasn't quite the power he wanted yet.
A motorcycle sounded alot better. He was FAR less likely to hurt someone other than himself that way.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 7:31 pm
"Hauled my um a** all the way here from Modesto," Noah said with a shrug. He had some decent memories with it, but probably more with Marco's old van. But that sort of thing happened when you were almost four decades old and changed very little about your day to day routine.
"If that's love, I guess," Whether that was sarcasm or genuine musing was lost thanks to the fact it was said through a grunt and a face made as he strained to loosen a bolt, and ended up getting it to release at the cost of stripped treads.
Except he didn't notice, otherwise he would've been swearing up a storm.
"Nah, it's fine. Thanks for the help," He said with a slight and inattentive wave at the introduction. But the offer to drive made him look directly at Isha, up and down and with a severely questioning glance. "Are you even old enough to drive?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Sep 13, 2013 9:50 pm
"From .. Where Exactly? The way you say it, I take it it's pretty far." He was never the best at geography, but it was a wee bit irrelevant. It was far, that was it.
"I do think that it is love. A different kind of love than you'd give to other people, but a love nonetheless. And though I'm old enough for a permit, I just have my driver come around to pick me up when need be." It took just a moment to register what he said, before quickly putting his hands up in a defensive position.
"Please do not take me as some spoiled rich kid, though! I am not too lazy to walk or take the bus at times! It's just nice to have that option, you know! Anyway.. So, uh, what do you normally do when you're not working on your bike?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 2:41 pm
"California," Noah said with a huff, needing a break to roll his shoulder and wipe a bit of sweat from his brow. "Do you think this looks like this bolt fits here? Aw, whatever. Anyway," He went back to pretending he knew what he was doing. "I left here after high school. I spent a few years going up and down that side of the continent before I got my degree and came back."
He jerked on thumb to the building immediately to his back, whose parking lot he had commandeered for his task. "I own this place. It's mine. Well, mine and a buddy's. We both cook, occasionally, but I am more of the front of the house guy while he operates the back and associated staff."
He stopped and eyed Isha up and down when he mentioned getting his driver to come get them. "Oh god, whose family do you belong to?"
He hoped he didn't know them. Robert Connolly was old money and like to hobnob with the more wealthy families in town. It was the unfortunate situation with the Gallos, though Noah mostly passively ignored them and the way his sister seemed to follow one of the brothers around. He had left the Destiny City upper class a long, long time ago.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 3:06 pm
"I would tell you what I thought, but I think you pulled it away too quickly!" A soft laugh came from him and he scooted a bit closer, sitting down to try to see inside of the bike as best as he could without getting in the way. He looked around the bike, at the building behind them and smiled. Yeah, that made sense. why else would he be here in some random little parking lot? "Well, maybe after you and your bike are all fixed up, I'll stop inside for a bite to eat."
With the man suddenly looking him up and down, Isha felt shy, and backed up just a little bit. He never understood people who did that too him! As if he didn't already feel self conscious because of his accent! Atleast this wasn't as bad as when women did it. Their eyes were just as sharp and judging as the claws they called fingernails. And though he would never tell ANYONE, he always did fancy older men, as taboo as that was.
"I.. I uh.. I'm part of the Small family? It doesn't look it.. But I'm one of four adopted children from around the world. Prizes, if you'd have it. Saved from some 'terrible place. Or what not. I did not take their last name though, I kept my birth one, so my last name is Chaudhary, not Small. I don't.. I don't think anyone around here would really know us too well. We only moved to the city during the beginning of the summer this year, so we've been around for only a few months."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:11 pm
Noah softened up a bit and went back to his bike. It wasn't really the kid's fault he hated associated politics with Destiny City's upper class, and he certainly wasn't involved in any drama that happened almost two decades ago.
"Sorry," He muttered, though whether he was sorry for making him nervous or offering condolences for the family situation was unknown. He didn't like making people feel badly, it actually made his stomach drop to think about. But there was a piece of his past that seemed to twist a nerve when talking about a particular subgroup of the population and sometime he acted uncharacteristically hostile and suspicious.
He let his arms drop and he just made a face at his bike, scrunching his lips to one side, and then the other as he looked like he was deep in thought.
"I... am pretty sure I've been trying to take out the wrong part."
He was so, so, so bad at this.
"Guh. Help me up, I'm better at making bites to eat anyway," He groaned, and held out a hand. He was not liking this inability to get off his butt without assistance but that was the price of avoiding the hospital like poison.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 6:49 pm
"Sorry? For what? It's all good, I suppose.. But I think you're potentially making your bike worse.." Though he was nervous before, he bounced back pretty quickly, especially when the man admitted defeat in his attempts to fix his bike. His feelings changed to pity for poor Noah, but surely if he were to even mention it, he would be chastised by the older man. After all, who wants to be pitted by some kid after all.
"Yeah, sure. And if you're better at making food, then how about I watch you sometime? Cooking is on my list of arts to do anyway, and I doubt I'd care to go to culinary school." Pulling him up would actually be impossible; the difference in height and weight just wasn't going to work here, so instead, he knelt down, gently helping him stand up. Oh goodness, how badly, at this very moment, he wished he had some female friends to fangirl about this later with! He was actually playing a role of the knight! Okay, maybe not, but he was being incredibly helpful to someone quite amazing, in his opinion.
"Are you sure you don't want a ride to the hospital? It won't kill you to say yes, but it might kill you if you say no."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 8:19 pm
Noah just needed a bit of support but he got up with a loud groan and avoided grabbing onto his bike. His poor, poor bike. Ellie would have her work cut out for her later.
"Well... uh. I should probably work on getting the bread ready anyway," He said, hobbling towards the side entrance that needed a key to open from the outside. "You're welcome to come, if you don't keep bringing up the hospital!"
Grumpy old man. He wasn't usually grumpy and it was meant in partial jest but it as a blow to his pride to go to the hospital, and those places were creepy to top it off.
But he also figured if Isha was half as good at fetching tools out of his reach, he would probably be equally good at grabbing cooking supplies and ingredients.
"It's not fun, it's a lot of really tedious work but it's worth it."
It was a point of pride for him, how much effort was put into the food here. Burgers, pie, typical Americana diner food. But it was made with care and time and love. Fresh bread, good meat, and lots of hard work and determination to stay open in spite of the onslaught of terrorist attacks.Cooro Cooro Maybe wrap it up soon in 'rode off into the sunset' style? u vu Except they rode off and baked lots of bread.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Sep 16, 2013 8:34 pm
"I'm welcome to come inside? And help? Really? I'd love to!" After all! Baking inside was much nicer than sitting on the ground outside in the hot sun anyway.
"Yeah.. Sorry about that.. I won't bring it up again. Unless, you know, you topple over and land on a knife or something." It wasn't in bad taste to joke about such things happening in a kitchen.. Was it? Naw, a joke was a joke! And the man was joking with him too, right?
"I'll try not to make too much of a mess. And if I do make a mess, I'l go ahead and clean it up. I'm not some snobby brat who doesn't know how to do housework. Though I suppose cleaning a kitchen that rolled out food endlessly throughout the day is a bit different, huh?"
Carneli Okity dokity~ Happy bread baking!
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
