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 Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 11:16 pm
 After another of her -shrieked- farewells to her housemate/assistant/personal handler, which would wake the dead and bid some to wonder if she was immune to Laryngitis, Lunchbox was off and out for a day of tinkering. Or rather finding something to tinker -with-.
Gill had forbidden her of messing with anymore clocks, due to the fact that she'd... umm.... well, she'd messed up enough to give him work for a month and it wasn't something people were particularly pleased about, having to get watches fixed....
Which left her with very few options, as there were some places that had 'No Lucy/Lunchbox/L. STEARNS' allowed. Cry. Yes, she was that horrible of a monstrosity out upon the world like a plague a-..
"TICKTICKTICK."
She heard a clock! Lucy did love her some clocks, which left her to go find the one to this particular tick!
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 11:36 pm
If something is broke, who is going to fix it? If something is missing a part, who are you going to call? A regular mechanic, or the magical Kinzoku!? Okay, he isn't magical.. But he can fix things that you throw at him, or lay in front of him, or whatever he finds but in any case. He hasn't fixed things in a while now. Finding a new hobby, tinkering. making strange but interesting things.
Mostly strange.
Clocks with medal wings, small mini ships that can fly. Of course with some help with the ship part. He also just make new things, like, a pair of goggles? He is now suffering from not fixing anything, he doesn't mind tinkering, thought he can't think of new ideas. However, he was born to fix stuff! Was that to hard to ask, find something to fix? For Kinkin, yes, and he needs to find something, now.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 11:44 pm
OH she had found the clock. She'd more than just -found- it, she'd all but taken it apart.... okay, except the 'All but'. That thing had practically died in the Koshka's hands as she pulled the face off of it and CHUCKED it over her shoulder, pieces of clock slowly turning into a rain of parts across the street.
Until she got to the -fun- one.
Which consisted of the moving gears that actually caused the ticking noise, starting at them in awe for several minutes.
Tick...
tick....
tick...
Oh she loved that noise, it was like the -heartbeat- of the clock. Heartbeats we-
OOH, WHAT WAS UNDERNEATH IT?
And with that the clock -was- killed as more gears went in a clatter across the street.
HMM. Hopefully the owner didn't mind her DESTROYING it.
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Posted: Wed Jul 30, 2008 3:57 pm
Walking slowly on the side of the street and yawned, arms behind his head, with wrench in one hand as he looked up in the sky. Clouds turning into boats, weird guns.. And Clocks? he paused as her heard a 'crunch' sound from under his foot. Its a piece of a clock! And if there is one piece, there is others.
From across from him was another, then another, and more & more appeared, he looked up wondering if these were coming from the clouds. He looked straight ahead, seeing a woman taking apart clocks. Maybe she was a mechanic too? However, he didn't worry about it and kept picking up the piece.
From the looks of all these scattered pieces, the lady likes to destroy clocks and whatnot than fixing. His hands where filled with clock pieces and sighed, he would have fun with these all thanks to that strange woman. He ran straight ahead, where the woman was to see if he could at least say a 'hello' to her.
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