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[flynnitomite]

Now that we're getting all cozy and settled in here, it has occurred to me that I'm without some of my kit from back home, and I'm starting to feel a little naked without it.

I'm thinking of doing a little DIY to rectify that, so if anyone would be a dear and is willing to part with:

- windshield wipers
- hose clamps
- old brassieres (underwire only)
- a propane torch
- pliers
- a grinder

I'd be grateful and maybe even inclined to owe you a favour.

EDIT:

A GUN WOULD BE NICE TOO :)))

Comments

[flynnitomite]

Haha, very cute.

[He glances up from his work briefly to look her in the eye.]

It's a lockpick.

[He gets back to work with a pair of wire cutters, measuring out a length of underwire and snapping it free. Beside him he's got various pliers and files.]

[tearsinajar]

You're seriously making lockpicks out of my bras? Seriously?

[ Both her tone and the look she gives him back are deadpan. Somehow, Elena should not be surprised. ]

[flynnitomite]

I sure am.

[He says it without any shame and perhaps a hint of glee.]

They're a useful thing to have in general, you never know when you might need 'em.

[tearsinajar]

Funny, most guys I know hate them.

[ But Elena knows what he's referring to. Lockpicks. They come in real handy. Thing is...she's never needed one. ]

There aren't any shady vendors around that can get scrap metal from?

[flynnitomite]

No no no, scrap vendors deal on a bigger scale than this. You know, old cars and industrial leftovers and whatnot. It's not impossible that they'll receive a large shipment of short thin pieces of steel, but it's not likely.

Much easier to seek out common household objects, like the humble brassiere.

[He twirls he bit of metal he's holding for emphasis and then uses it to measure out a matching length of wire, and shears it off.]

[tearsinajar]

You sure must be a hit with the ladies...

[ Mumbled as she shakes her head, cutting into the fabric to tug out another wire. It's passed across. On to the second bra. ]

You know, didn't think I'd ever be sitting in a hole in the wall with you of all people, drinking, having a hand in your petty thievery.

[flynnitomite]

[Well if she's going to impugn his reputation like that, he might as well go tit-for-tat on oversharing. haha. tit]

Two words, love: deft fingers.

[Speaking of that, he takes a clamp and starts bending the pieces into shape, working with the speed and certainty of a well-practiced hand.]

I imagine me having died would make that rather unimaginable, yeah.

[tearsinajar]

It's not always about the fingers. You need to put your money where your mouth is.

[ Her eyes lift from her work to watch him. He's must've made a lot of lockpicks in his time. What a life he'd led. ]

Just a bit... But I mean more it's a lot different from our first meeting here. Speaking of which, how's the nose?

[flynnitomite]

Right as rain, thank you. Why? You interested in making it a hat trick or somethin'?

[He holds the pieces together with one hand and reaches for a file with the other, and starts sanding an angle into them, pausing every once in a while to hold them up to the light to check his work.]

[tearsinajar]

That depends. How was your appointment with the head doctor?

[ Adrien can be a chatty fellow.

She continues to watch and takes the moment to enjoy her beer. It isn't bad, as far as foreign alcohol goes.

Her work resumes after the moment is over, gaze drifting back down to her lap, away from his hands, her turn to play and wrestle with a razor and underwire. ]

[flynnitomite]

Oh it was lovely, he tried very hard to be scary and intimidating and I regaled him with the storied history between me and Drake while he cut my trousers off my body.

Very cunning of you, by the by.

[He keeps sanding, not quite satisfied with the angle he's made.]

[tearsinajar]

[ A brow arches. ]

I did nothing, I don't know what you're talking about.

[flynnitomite]

Fine, play innocent if you like. I'm sure it was just a coincidence that you led me down the primrose path that ended in Doctor Demento leading off our doctor-patient relationship with the declaration that he's a psychopathic murderer.

[Two brow arches in return.]

[tearsinajar]

...ye-ap, that sounds just like him.

[ She picks at the edge of the fabric with the blade, an idle sort of picking. ]

Frankly, if I were you, which I'm glad I'm not, I wouldn't do anything to piss him off.

[flynnitomite]

Look who's working for a monster now.

[The warning she gives is intimately familiar to him, it's not far off from the way he taunted Drake over how he should have stayed in prison. Zoran was a real piece of shit but the feeling that he would wreck Drake's shit and he could safely watch from the other side?

It was good.]

[tearsinajar]

[ Elena's hands paused, gripped the blade a little too tight. She looks across sharply, her tone losing the pleasant edge from earlier. It was firm, no bullshit. ]

Adrien is nothing like Lazarevic. Lazarevic brought a whole new meaning to the title 'monster'.

[ No way would she stand by and listen to this scum talk down on someone she so valued as a close friend. She'd already lost Jeff (rip) while he was alive, she wouldn't lose anyone else. ]

[flynnitomite]

[He smirks at her, amused by her righteousness.]

Well I must've caught him on a bad day, then.

[tearsinajar]

Or he didn't quite approve of what had happened.

[ Smirk away, Flynn. She goes back to her task at hand, wire wedged out. ]

There was actually an incident, with the left over shrapnel.

[flynnitomite]

[Oh, shrapnel. Right. The thing he did.]

Alright, alright I suppose I follow that—but you are quite capable of taking care of your own business, yeah? You did break my nose.

[tearsinajar]

We're both aware of how well I take care of my own business.

For the record, I broke it twice. Twice.

Here.

[ Aw yeah, progress. Elena slides the wire over and grabs up her drink. ]

[flynnitomite]

The record is my face and it's not like to forget it.

[He reaches for it and sets it aside as fodder for future tools. He picks up the two pieces he's been working on, pinches them between his fingers with one hand and picks up his file with the other.]

Now this bit is important. Going to make three little valleys on one of these, but just one on the other, and they need to match.

[tearsinajar]

As long as you don't make it a third.

[ With the other bra set on her lap, one more wire to go in the second, they're momentarily forgotten in favor of watching him work, her drink cradled in both hands. Deciding it'll get her a better view, she leans forward.

This could one day come in handy. ]

They're easily bendable, these bra wires, but do they break as easy as real lockpicks?

[flynnitomite]

If you get yourself a nice professional set of picks and treat them right, they'll last you. These will get the job done, but if you're not careful in sanding them smooth they're liable to catch and snap off.

[He bites his lower lip and focuses on sanding out matching valleys on the picks. He nicks his own finger with the file, curses under his breath, and takes another drink before getting to work again.]

[tearsinajar]

Very important information to know.

[ It gives her a chance to lift her eyes and watch his expression while he works, studying him while she has the opportunity. There's never been one. But Elena realizes she's too stuck on watching him that she clears her throat and keeps sipping her beer. ]

[flynnitomite]

[He's well and truly engrossed in creating the peaks and valleys needed for this variety of pick, so her attention goes unnoticed until she clears her throat.]

Something on your mind, darling?

[He doesn't look up, remaining focused on his craft.]