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[nerves_of_ice]

Another day, another city. He's not sure how long he'll be in this one - weeks, maybe a month or two, if he's lucky. He hasn't been lucky for a half-year or so now, but there's nothing to do about that except stay ready, and move when he needs to.

He'd picked the apartment because it was high up in the building. He prefers it that way; it lets him watch from various angles and lines of sight when he needs to, and gives him quick access to the roof and escape.

Not that he can see much from inside at the moment, of course, having just finished taping newspaper -- multiple thicknesses -- over the windows. It helps; the lines of text and distortion of blurry newsprint photos disguise any shadows that he might cast from within.

James takes a moment to look around. It's got everything he needs; sleeping bag unrolled on the cheap mattress in the corner, the windows (now covered), washroom no bigger than a closet, kitchenette barely bigger than that, even complete with the unimaginable luxury of a full-size fridge...

... ah. Food. Right.

He's not hungry, but food's the fuel that's necessary to keep going. It's too late to go to the market now, though. Instead, he goes to the apartment door, and opens it into Milliways.

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[nerves_of_ice]

"Everybody wins," he observes. "Planning to re-sell the repaired vintage?"

[runningred]

"That's the idea. Flipping them in my time will earn a hell of a lot more. And with the split profits, Bonnie can put her kids through school."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Nice," he observes, as he gives the bike a closer look.

"Bet you'll be able to turn this into a hell of a machine."

[runningred]

"That's the plan." Jay grins. "And you know how it is, when you need a project."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yeah."

Something in his eyes darkens.

"Yeah, I do." A beat. "I'd offer to help, but I know fuck-all about this kind of mechanics."

[runningred]

"You're welcome to keep me company. Or hell, I can teach you the fundamentals of motorcycle maintenance."

[nerves_of_ice]

"Yeah?"

James studies him for a second, then a slow grin appears.

"Sounds good. Either, or both."

[runningred]

"Both then." Jay gives him a slow, playful grin. "Besides, never hurts to know how a bike works. In case you need one in a hurry. And don't have keys." Learning to hotwire anything with wheels was one of the most important skills he ever learnt.

[nerves_of_ice]

"Not like that kind of thing ever happens, of course."

His tone is dry as desert sand.

"Okay, Jay, you got me."

[runningred]

"Not often. But you know, you might lose your keys one day." He grins, shrugging. "Let me grab us a couple of beers and we'll head downstairs."


{ooc: shall we head towards fade? Sorry I've been so slow.]

[nerves_of_ice]

[ooc: not a problem at all. I have been hideously slow myself - so sorry!]

He grins back.

"Sounds good to me."