She Shines [Adelaide]

[WR Harthe]

The apartments' parking lots were slowly becoming a second home to WR. For some reason, it was a place of comfort. Sometimes they sat atop their car, skygazing, sometimes they sat in their car and kicked back to watch a random flick... today, however, was not so comfortable.

"Son of a BITCH!" They threw the wrench into the concrete, cracking the concrete and snapping the wrench in half. They heaved deeply as they watched the wrench break and bounce along the concrete, then turned back to under their car's hood and issued a shake of their head. Something wasn't right. And they couldn't fucking figure it out.

They growled in temporary defeat and dropped the hood down, snatching the towel that was on top to wipe all the grease and oil off their hands. They cursed under their breath while they cleaned up.

[Adelaide]

Adelaide was visiting the apartments once again, now seemingly drawn to this place... When she heard the banging clanking and cursing. She would approach the parking area and notice a familiar angry individual.

"Having troubles?"

[WR Harthe]

"Fuck this stupid fuckin--" WR raised a brow at the sound of a familiar voice, and turned around to face it, throwing the towel to the ground as it seemed they got most of the oil off their hands.

Adelaide? Without Shiloh? They swiveled their head around to ensure there was no one else 'having troubles', then turned back to her with a half smile.

"Yeah, think something came loose somewhere. Oil burning like it shouldn't." They shook their head slightly, assuming she knew anything about cars.

"Anyway, what brings you around here?" They tilted their head in genuine curiosity. They actually had no clue where she OR Shiloh lived, thinking about it.

[Adelaide]

"Mind if I take a look?"

She asked. Approaching the car and WR.

"I don't know I just like to come over here sometimes. I feel a kinda pull to this place. Heh, and every time I'm here something interesting seems to happen."

[WR Harthe]

"Uh... sure, go ahead."

Two pairs of eyes were usually better than one, anyway, but for some reason it surprised them she was into cars at all.

They stepped over and popped the hood up, propping it open and stepping aside so she could see everything.

"Y'know, fair enough. There's always some shit going on around here." They shrugged, stifling a light chuckle.

[Adelaide]

Adelaide would pull off her guitar and hand it to WR to hold.

"If you wouldn't mind holding that please."

Then she would tie back her hair and start digging around under the hood.

"Yeah, but not all bad. I actually found the person to help with Shiloh's soup kitchen here, got a tour of the place, it's actually not a bad set up y'all got here."

[WR Harthe]

WR took hold of the guitar and wrapped it around their shoulder carefully. They knew how they were about their own instruments, so they would trust hers with the utmost respect.

They stared off at nothing in particular while she tinkered. It felt really fucking awkward getting help with something they were top dog at, but... they shrugged it off. This was the first non-aggressive interaction they had had with Adelaide, and they wanted to keep it that way.

"Yeah?" They nodded. Right. The soup kitchen. They forgot about that.

"There's actually a decent mix of metas AND non metas, and surprisingly, we all get along. Most of the time."

They chuckled before adding, "Actually, no one really gives a shit. We kinda do our own thing with our own people and ignore everything else."

[Adelaide]

"Heh, yeah? Guess we do have more in common than we thought."

She chuckled. Then she would hold out a hand.

"Don't suppose you have a wrench that wasn't smashed?"

[WR Harthe]

WR scratched the back of their head in embarrassment.

"Not out here. Might have one in my apartment though, if you wanna?" They gestured their head toward the building. They needed some time out of the sun, anyway. Plus, this might end up being a good experience for them.

[Adelaide]

Adelaide chuckled.

"Yeah sure, can't blame you, there have definitely been more than one occasion where I've done the same."

She shrugged.

[WR Harthe]

"I've broken so many fucking tools man, most of them on accident, believe it or not." WR chuckled, shutting the hood again and handing Adelaide her guitar.

Then, they led the way upstairs.

[Adelaide]

"Yeeeeeaahhh... I'm not allowed in the TSI garage anymore. Dad says that despite the free labor he gets out of me going in there to tinker with shit, it ends up costing him more because I break more shit than I fix."

She shrugged again.

"I told him it just meant he need to buy higher quality gear."

[WR Harthe]

They chuckled again.

"Can't say I'm surprised. You're not wrong though. Can't rely on shit that breaks like glass."

After two sets of stairs, they would make it to WR's apartment. They shoved the door open and left it for Adelaide to enter on her own.

[Adelaide]

Adelaide would follow inside nodding.

"Exactly."

She would look around WR's apartment trying to get a good idea on what kind of person they were.

[WR Harthe]

WR immediately headed to the kitchen, crouching down in front of the lower cabinets in search for a wrench or something of equal effect.

Their apartment was surprisingly decently decorated. There was nothing around the entrance, but in the living room each wall was decorated to taste. On one side, there were two guitars, one was signed and framed, and the other looked well worn. There were several framed pictures that looked beaten and old, and a shadowbox filled with guitar picks, drum sticks, and random pieces of black and red cloth that read 'MS'. On the other wall was more pictures, and random pieces of memorabilia and merchandise that were once again cluttered with the letters 'MS'.