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Who: Jacob Black & YOU?
What: Repairing a piece of junk in the middle of the night
When: Right now
Where: The castle courtyard
Rating: G


If there's one thing that Jacob remembered distinctly about Paradisa, it was one rule: "Be careful what you wish for."

Of course, being a teenager, rules can sometimes be momentarily forgotten.

He had wished for a bike. Not just any bike, but his bike. The one he'd rebuilt from scratch back home, and the one he'd ridden everywhere. Bringing it to life held so many memories, and it had been the best stress reliever and distraction when he'd needed it most. It was only natural he'd want that kind of possession with him. (And he couldn't exactly find the other bikes he'd left behind during his first visit.)

Paradisa, in a moment of kindness, had decided to give him his bike.

Except Jacob hadn't been specific enough. He'd received his bike, but it wasn't exactly in the state he left it. In fact, it wasn't even a whole bike. Paradisa had given him his bike from before he'd repaired it.

He had a lot of work ahead of him.

Jacob had started out the night hoping to go for a late night ride. Instead, he found himself in the castle courtyard with a shell of a motorcycle and its many pieces scattered about. Since he wouldn't be going anywhere, it wasn't like he had anything better to do with his time than begin to repair it.

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[jammin_with_ed]

Since the mysteeeeeeeeeerious spaaaaace creatuuuuuuure infestation, Edward has started patrolling the area to make sure everyone in the castle is safe! She was sneaking around the courtyard checking for devious infiltrators when she sees Jacob. Though she knows her memories were altered in Paris it doesn't change how close she felt to him. He really was like a big brother to her after all that.

Grinning, she RACES over with her arms outstretched like an airplane, "Jaaaaaaaaaacob!!"

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He doesn't even need to lift his head to recognize that excited voice, and he drops what he's doing to turn and stretch out his arms toward her.

"Ed! What're you doing out this late?"

Not that that matters much as he grabs her and scoops her up rather effortlessly. He never had much trouble picking her up but he has to admit, having his werewolf strength back is pretty nice and definitely comes in handy.

[jammin_with_ed]

She giggles and wraps her arms around his neck, giving him a big hug. "Edward's patrolling! Keeping a look out for mysterious space creeeeeeatures!!"

She kicks her feet a little. She hasn't really seen him much since they got back from Paris so it was refreshing to see him again. Between the lobster and her best friend going home she needed all the joy she could get! "What are yoooo~ooouuu doing?

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In re-adjusting to castle life, he hasn't exactly been around as much as he's hoped to. Seeing her face again, he resolves to definitely spend more time with her. She was always a source of joy for him.

With her still in his arms, he turns and gestures toward the bike. "Well, this is going to be a motorcycle. I just have to put all the pieces together myself."

[hard_talker]

Mark, meanwhile, had finally crashed after days' worth of restlessly looking after the kids who'd chosen to hide in Eleven's TARDIS. He'd slept odd hours, and now his sleep schedule was well and truly fucked. Awake at all hours with no one to really talk to, he cracked a Pepsi and wandered over to the kitchen window, where he saw someone else up and about in the moonlight.

Grabbing another can in the spirit of goodwill, he ambled out through the lobby and down to the courtyard. They didn't look like a familiar face, but what could it hurt?

"... Hey."

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"Hey," Jacob said as he peered over the motorcycle, if one could call it that in the state it was in. He didn't recognize the face or voice just yet, but company was company and he wouldn't turn down any. Especially if they had an extra can of soda.

He wiped his oil-stained hands on an equally stained rag.

"I'm not making too much noise out here, am I?"

[hard_talker]

"Nah," Mark scoffed, offering up the Pepsi somewhat wordlessly. "Didn't actually hear you at all -- I was in the kitchen and I saw you out the window."

He gestured to the general mess of parts strewn over the courtyard. "How the hell did this happen?"

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He thanked Mark as he took the Pepsi, not hesitating a single moment to crack it open and take a good swig of it.

"Well, I got what I wished for. Sort of. I asked for my old motorcycle from home. I guess the castle decided it'd be funny to bring it from before I fixed it up."

[fishy_go_byebye]

Del toyed with a bit of motorcycle beside him. It was debatable how long she had been there, her fingers wandering through the body of his baby. However long it had been, she had been near-silent during it.

The feel of her shadow, the scent of old sweat, and the clinks the pieces made in her hands were the only indications she was even there.

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There's that distinct feeling that someone was watching him. That, or they're right there next to him, and it gave him pause. He wasn't able to tell right away, but his reaction was visible.

He set down the tools in his hands, looking for the source of the clinking sounds.

[fishy_go_byebye]

She curls herself into being where she is, knees tight up against her chest and chin resting atop them. In her hands she rolls a couple of bolts.

"Does it fly?"

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He can't help but jump when he finally notices her, but his startled expression quickly softens once he sees it's Del.

"This thing? Nah. But it's a pretty damn good bike when it's up and running."

[deminuit]

The Midnighter is returning from yet another mostly fruitless night in town. The petty criminals here are truly petty, and it's becoming harder and harder for him to stop himself from breaking the legs of thieves just to ease his boredom.

He plans to go straight to bed, sleep a bit out of sheer boredom, and then return a litle later, when perhaps some real lowlives woul dcome out to play. He stops in the courtyard, though, when he sees the kid there, fixing his bike. It was a while ago, but he remembers him. What the hell is he doing here?

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Meanwhile, Jacob is completely fixated on repairing his bike. It's almost as if he's convinced he'll actually finish it before the night is through, even if he knows deep down that the chances of that happening are slim to none.

He does feel a pair of eyes on him, so he lifts his head. Must be one of those vigilantes or something. He gives him a friendly nod.

[deminuit]

He doesn't return the nod, but after a beat, he walks over to where Jacob is working.

"Let me ask you something. The name 'Purgatorio' mean anything to you?"

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Right to the point, isn't he? He wipes his hands on his pants and stands to his full height.

"I think so. I mean, I do remember a crew of really lousy pirates that needed some help busting their friends out of prison."

[goodjumper]

For the brief time that Chell could remember being outside back home, she couldn't remember night time. Either it, like a lot of her memories, had evaporated, or she simply didn't stick around long enough to witness it. Memories of the night sky from her childhood in the orphanage were blurry at best with only mental images of the moon and its phases. But this? Oh, nothing was better. The blue moon, the stars stretching out forever over the roof where she was lying.

It was breathtaking and the sight filled Chell with both an indescribable happiness and a feeling of being infinitely small. It was a weird mixture making her content to lay there forever lost in it all and to also burst with happiness at the beauty and freedom of it all.

Freedom. She picked herself up from the roof and dusted off her orange pants. It was still a thought that was sinking in. She was free. No sense in letting this strange sort of invincible notion of limitlessness go to waste. Casually, she walked towards the furthest point of the roof she could reach before turning back around. Taking in a lung full of fresh cool evening air, Chell started off in a sprint. Longfall boots absorbed the shock of her strides and helped spring her forward with additional speed towards the edge.

At once, a figure, some poor soul leapt from the roof. The swan dive position gave it away that this was no accident. A summersault was managed before the person hit the ground feet first at the edges of the palace courtyard.

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As immersed in his new project as he was, it was near impossible not to notice when someone leapt from the roof and landed prefectly--and safely--on the ground of the courtyard not far from where he was.

What.

He dropped his tool and immediately rose to his feet, wiping hands on his pants before rushing over toward the figure. That's normally not the sort of thing that residents survive from, and he had to double check. He was having a hard time believing his own eyes.

[goodjumper]

She rose from her landing position as if nothing was wrong, and if the pleased look on her face was to be trusted, it seemed as though she actually enjoyed the fall. Chell wasn't expecting to see anyone come over, though. His sudden presence startled her for a second. He didn't have any weapons with him, thankfully. It still hadn't hit her why he was looking so surprised. Chell looked down at herself to see if maybe there was something weird going on? Maybe she had a hole in her pants?

[msattentionspan]

Jacob can't be doing all of this work just on one night, not with all these people visiting him - so perhaps on another night, when Faith was out on patrol she happened to run across the figure moving in the dark of night, working at all hours on the bike. Curiosity got the best of her and she moved toward him, trying to work out just who he was.

"You the castle mechanic?"

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It's not like he had anywhere better to work, and people seemed to leave his bike well enough alone when they realized it was still in pieces. That corner of the courtyard quickly became his own little workshop, and he soon found himself working on his bike on a daily basis.

On this particular night, he couldn't help but find himself rather distracted when he was approached by someone he, well, he had to admit: she was pretty hot.

"I could be."

[msattentionspan]

Faith folded her arms across her chest and looked around at all the parts. It seemed like he knew what he was doing at least, but she wasn't sure if he was doing it as a hobby, or if he'd broken it or what.

"Well, is it yours or are you doing a favor for someone?"

[its_worthdoing]

For a while she just watches him. Willow didn't remember deciding to take a walk. There was just that moment when she was.

"That looks like fun." She paused. "Or, you know, fun if you love giant jigsaw puzzles."

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Her voice catches him a bit off-guard, but he doesn't show it. Instead, he just wipes the back of his hand against his forehead and turns to give her a sort of grin.

"You know, that's probably the best way to put it. It's better than assuming the castle just wants to make things hard for me."

[its_worthdoing]

Willow laughs.

"Well, that too. With the castle and the hard part."