The junkyard is still on the way to and from her usual bus-stop, and sometimes she swings through it and pokes through the scrap. Finding a good part on a wreck - despite the morbidity - is a simple thrill, but one that has never left Mikaela entirely.
The owner has gotten used to her hanging around during the day; they know each other by first name at this point, and he has a long standing deal with the garage for mutual parts and repairs. So occasionally, Mikaela passes on through, only doing any deep rummaging on off days when Tony gets in something new.
It's the next morning, and there shouldn't be anything new today - he didn't text her, the jerk - but the piles have shifted around some.
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Date: 2014-08-29 06:08 pm (UTC)The junkyard is still on the way to and from her usual bus-stop, and sometimes she swings through it and pokes through the scrap. Finding a good part on a wreck - despite the morbidity - is a simple thrill, but one that has never left Mikaela entirely.
The owner has gotten used to her hanging around during the day; they know each other by first name at this point, and he has a long standing deal with the garage for mutual parts and repairs. So occasionally, Mikaela passes on through, only doing any deep rummaging on off days when Tony gets in something new.
It's the next morning, and there shouldn't be anything new today - he didn't text her, the jerk - but the piles have shifted around some.
"Guess someone finally bought that old Caddy..."
Mikaela goes to take a look.