Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24304510-20140423234425/@comment-24304510-20140425033801

When Luna enters the garage, all she can see are a pair of legs sticking out from underneath the tow truck. As the door opens, though, the young man underneath wriggles his way out. As he stands up, he reaches to his back pocket and grabbs a rag, which he uses to wipe the oil and grease off his hands. He gives a noncomittal grunt to her presence, and climbs into the cab of the truck, attempting to start it. It makes a few coughing noises, but fails to turn over.

"Damn." Cardin spits onto the floor of the garage, shaking his head. "Of course the parts from that convertible would be just as shitty as the Trainer who probably drove it." He drops to the floor once again and slides underneath the frame. Inside the cab, Luna can see a pile of clothes. It's apparent that he'd slept out here last night instead of in the Center.

As Luna approaches the convertible, Cardin's voice drifts over, muffled a bit by the truck on top of him. "If you're looking to scavenge anything useful from that, sorry. I already picked it clean." But it's easily apparent that what Cardin thinks is useful isn't the same as what anyone else might. In the glove compartment, Luna finds a slightly singed, but still readable, map of Celadon.