SO YOU RUN ON GASOLINE;

finley alexander. your friendly neighbourhood mechanic. ...or-- his apprentice. er. semantics, semantics. either way, i'm here to fix your car up real nice. i also do some tinkerin' on the side so if you need help with your gadgets, your gal finley is here to help! c'mon by the garage and say hi sometime! i promise i don't bite. unless you're inta that, of course.

[viviennefraser-blog]

“Can we please stop talking about this godawful hazing?” Vivienne pleaded with annoyance, not because she feared the false secrets of people going public will become a thing of routine, but simply because she was tired of hearing about the same event over and over again. “Sorry, it’s all people talk about lately.” She admitted, apologizing for her snappy attitude. “You must have something nicer to tell, please?”

[finfixitfinley-blog]

S’sort of a big issue right now. that’s all.

-- ( Finley just barely blanched, before deciding to add on a little throwaway comment. )

You hafta admit, this sorta thing doesn’ happen often. S’gonna be hard for people t’forget.

[einsteinallen]

   Simon sighed sharply. There was a tension in his shoulders that seemed determined to hang around, and even the slightest movements made him feel as though someone had attached rubber bands to his limbs with the sole purpose of divining how long it would take them to snap. If people continued to stare at him as though he were some brightly colored exotic bird, or freak-show circus act, well, he imagined the snapping would come quite soon. “Can I help you?” He rumbled gruffly, carding a hand through his already too mussed hair, “If you’d like to comment on the turn of events, I’m all ears.”

[finfixitfinley-blog]

... I didn’ wanna comment on th’turn of events.

-- ( Finley felt quite sheepish, fiddling with a handmade keychain as she debated whether joining her friend was the smart idea, here. Of course, she’d always looked to him for the smart idea. He was the genius, whereas she’d really only been as smart as the cars she worked on. She supposed she was expected to know how to ‘handle’ Simon, but really, he’d never been agitated like this. When all was said and done, that still left her standing off to the side awkwardly. )

I’m sorry, Si.

[arducus]

    “Morning. The name is Leroy Madison, Wolford PD. I would like to talk to you about the events of the Town Meeting-dag yesterday evening. Do you have a moment?” 

[finfixitfinley-blog]

‘Fraid I don’ know much o’anything ‘bout it, Off’cer.

-- ( Fiddling with the loops on the hem of her jeans, she shrugged, thinking back to the event. As far as she had been concerned, nothing was off. Nothing had seemed wrong up until that moment. )

I wish I could help you, but I jus’ve no clue. I was there, bu’ I was in the crowd. Don’ remember seein’ anything fishy there.