Ep. 2 - Thanks For the Tune-Up [Nell]
Aug 17, 2015 9:56:43 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2015 9:56:43 GMT -5
//ooc// Set Day 1 of Week 3.
The singer was subdued as she walked down the road to Nell Collins's workshop. The usual perk in her stride was gone, replaced with a slow gait and a face of sombre contemplation. The day was beautiful and hot, desert birds singing amongst brown, spindly shrubs; a roadrunner darted out in front of her. She gave it only a passing glance, briefly smiling at its twitchy antics before returning to the journey ahead.
Cat was gone, and so was Cleaver. Only Layby remained as a member of Haven's founding cohort — Deuce didn't consider himself part, and Sarita and Gypsum were newcomers to the DMZ. A heavy stone had tied itself around Sarita's heart, dragging it into the pit of her stomach for the past few days, the worry and upset thankfully kept to herself. Most of her time had been spent in her room at Haven, sparsely furnished with a fold-out bed and a cheap dresser — she dared not tread out while Layby was grieving.
Sarita didn't know Cybertronians as well as she knew people, but she knew that loss could make people act in very, very unpredictable ways. She had heard the loud crashing that later came from the bar, and saw the barricade that had been set up. It might have been wiser to go back to her room, so that Layby wouldn't worry about where she was, but she didn't. Instead, she left a hasty note about having a job to get to, punched in some coordinates near Las Vegas, and ran the fuck out of there into the ground bridge. When the portal snapped shut behind her, she made her way to the nearest road, hitch-hiking to the shimmering city and then to Jasper.
Sheila's repairs were supposed to be done by now. Deuce was out looking for Dart again, and Gypsum could probably handle himself. Until her gut told her Layby was okay, she would stay the hell away, not wanting to be squished in a drunken rage. There had been a time, in what seemed like long ago, that she had nearly had her jaw broken by trying to comfort a sobbing drunk. He'd get what he needed out of his system, and then Sarita could try to do what she could for her technical-landlord.
Within a few minutes, she was striding up to the door of Nell's garage, looking up and around for signs of the mechanic outside. If not, she would bang lightly on the door, letting out a, "Hello?" while surveying the property around her.