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Post by James "Jimmy" Macdonald Hudson on Mar 5, 2013 22:09:21 GMT -5
Today, Jimmy had decided to make his way to the garage to get some work done. There had been an old clunker in the dump that the young man had come across that used up a fair chunk of his time.
If one would wander into the place, they would only see his dirty pants and shoes peeking out from underneath the vehicle. The faint sound of the parts being slowly taken out from within the machine that needed to be repaired, or replaced in many cases, as Hudson worked.
Underneath the chassis, Jimmy was wearing a plain, black, T-shirt that was darkened slightly by oil getting on him. The grime on his generally dirty face being occasionally cut by lines made by the beads of sweat that dripped across his visage.
Finding that there was a tool that the young man needed was not within immediate reach. He knew that the thing was there, but it was just not there. Stretching his arm as far as it would allow, Jimmy attempted to reach the monkey wrench that was needed, his hand practically groping for the piece of metal. Little did he know, the simple machine was JUST beyond his reach and that the tip of the mutant's fingers were mere millimeters from the thing.
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Post by Theresa Cassidy on Apr 24, 2013 8:52:22 GMT -5
A soft feminine giggle echoed through the room as Theresa Cassidy had entered and been working on her own motorcycle very quietly in the corner. She watched though as Jimmy handled the engine like it was a baby and he was the sitter, impressed.
Would she admit as much? Not a chance.
A sandal clad foot slid under the chasis, guiding the monkey wrench with it. The foot was attached to a long, curvy feminine leg in a pair of short shorts.
"Would tha'be th'tool yer lookin fer, or should I be checkin yer pants?" the thick brogued redhead teased.
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Post by James "Jimmy" Macdonald Hudson on Apr 24, 2013 9:32:54 GMT -5
Enhanced senses did not necessarily enhanced noticing. Jimmy had been so deeply engrossed by what he had been doing, he wasn't aware that someone else was inhabiting the garage. When the giggle reached his ears, alarmingly close, Jimmy's eyes widened as he turned is gaze to the foot that had kicked him the tool. His hands gripping the door, Hudson heaved himself out from beneath the vehicle.
As the feral looked up to the red-head he had a somewhat confused expression on his face, "what's that mean?" Jimmy asked, his Albertan accent not as thick as it was when he first transferred, but still very clearly there.
Not waiting for an answer, Hudson pulled his legs up to his chest then extended them forcefully. After performing this fluid movement, Jimmy, lifted himself up to his feet using the leap. Since the manifestation of his power such feats of strength and agility were coming much more easily, though it could have just as easily been the training, regardless it was definitely cool that he could stand up without hands, a feat he had been trying to accomplish for years.
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