Casper | 36 | Mechanic

[xalicexnewportx]

His comment made Alice pause, her frustration immediately gone in only the way a well thought out comment could snap one's attention away from their own feelings and force them to look at the bigger picture. "You... Have a really good point there," she agreed as she looked away from the man to the tourists. Sure they treated the whole town of Saintes like their own personal zoo- but she guessed it was better than treating the people around with blatant hostility.

She turned her attention back to the man and gave him a sheepish smile at the offer to buy her a sandwich. "You know the thing is, I'm not actually having a bad day," she said. "I think I just let my frustration get the better of me for a minute there. But I was already heading to the food truck, if you were going there anyway, I'd be okay with the company?" she shrugged, trying to keep her voice casual. She didn't want those around her to think of her as some cranky girl who got pissed off about the littlest things. She wasn't her sister, that was for sure, and she hoped that he wouldn't hold it against her.

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"Truth be told, I don't know what direction I'm heading in. Google Maps does." His phone screen was held up to show he'd been clearly lost when they had crossed paths. Casper laughed at his own incompetence to navigate around the city and slid his phone in his pocket. "A sandwich sounds great. A little detour in my journey won't bother me any."

"I'm Casper by the way." The cowboy tilted his hat politely, before turning in the direction of the food truck. "I've only been here a couple of weeks and still trying to find my footing."

[xalicexnewportx]

Alice was lucky that she was so used to the humidity. People don't generally think of New England as humid, and sure maybe she wasn't quite used to this level of humidity- but she was better prepared for it than some. At least that's what she could tell from the way the tourists were constantly complaining about the humidity. The only thing she really had to worry about was the frizziness of her hair, which was why she had just left the hair salon, and had a little pep in her step. The kind of pep that could only be obtained by getting her hair done.

As she walked down the street to maybe get a bite to eat for lunch. She had heard good things about the food truck, and it was only down the street, so she headed that way, ducking around tourists who seemed to be loudly talking about their 'Supernatural Bingo'. "Give me a fucking break," Alice muttered with a scowl as she glared at the group before she turned and saw someone look at her. "Sorry, not you, just- I hate when the tourists are talking about what species they want to meet next. Like get a grip, we're just people."

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There was still much of the city that Casper had to discover and he was easily turned around in the crowd. There was some parts that he had ordered, but he turned down the wrong street and was now far from picking them up. Sighing, he started turning around, knowing using the gps on his phone to guide him.

The tourists he maneuvered around, not listening to their conversation, but certain prominent voice caught his attention as he heard her cuss out in public. Curiously, he looked up from his phone and at the brunette, not certain he'd done to upset her. Listening, his gaze turned to the tourists she'd referred to as they continued their conversation of the supernatural.

"Better that their curious, then hateful." Casper replied, the tourists not particularly bothering him. People had treated him far worse for what he was. "But I get it, you don't want to be treated differently." This particular incident he would let roll of his back, but he understood the annoyance it could bring. "I could grab you a sandwich from a food truck that way. Make your day better?"

[theculicidae]

♙ With Winter finally starting the nights were getting darker much earlier and by the time Dae approached the garage the sun had already set despite it not actually being that late in the day. He'd intended to come earlier but had been procrastinating. Since he'd seen there was an apprenticeship open at the place he had told himsefl he'd go, he needed to get a real job and stop mooching of Mael and the money he'd taken when he left home. He could be a mechanic...maybe. Dae honestly had no idea, he'd never done anything for long enough to specifically be good at it. He half expected the guy to just tell him to fuck off. Still, he was pushing himself to try.

♙ "Hey, I'm looking for like someone who is in charge?" Dae asked the first person he saw as his heavy combat boots stepped on the oil stained concrete of the establishment, car hanging in the air and various bits and pieces laying on carts and tables. It already seemed daunting, his voice fortunately not indicating it but perhaps his quietness overall did.

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Tinkering came easy to Casper. Perhaps, that was due to him always having to fix things on the ranch. If the truck, tractor, or four wheeler didn't fire up, Casper had to work on it. The family wasn't rich by any means and couldn't afford to replace those. Casper tossed his wrench on top of his tool box as he heard footsteps approach. They were heavy and even if his hearing wasn't heightened, he felt he would have heard whomever was approaching.

Casper looked over the other male as he walked up to his part of the shop, figuring it was just another typical customer. One that hardly knew little about their vehicle, otherwise they'd be trying to fix it themselves.

"Person in charge? Anyone of us." Casper shrugged, knowing that didn't help the other man. "We're just three guys that all chip in with rent, but operate alone." he explained a little further. "Tell me what brings you in and I can point you in the right direction." Casper offered.

[thesofiavaldez]

♚ Loud giggling could be heard from one of the fences by the stables where Sofia sat with a collective of children. They had found her soaking her feet in a bucket of water, trying to get her allotment of water time for the day so she didn't dry out while not missing out on the things she actually wanted to do. The kids had found it amusing and joined her, grabbing their own buckets of water as they all watched others galloping around the stable grounds, eating cheap candy that was sold at the entrance.

♚ "What do you call a horse that lives next door?" she asked, smile on her face as she played with the lollipop in her hand, taste of watermelon on her lips and tongue, the gloss she wore mostly gone now. "A neigh-bour!" one of the kids responded, proud of themselves and laughing with the others about the fact they had discovered her joke more so than the joke itself.

♚ As someone passed though Sofia held out her hand, waving it to get them to stop. Children on either side of her still giggling and nudging one another. "We need a horse joke, cowboy, I've runout," she requested, dark hair falling over warm skin while her ankles moved slightly, creating ripples in the bucket of water her feet still sat in.

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[xx-casper-xx]

It definitely wasn't home, New Orleans. There was nothing overly negative about the city to Casper, it just wasn't his first choice. Nothing compared to the open fields, fresh air and the mountains off in the distance. The bustle of the city kept him up at night. The fact that he couldn't see all the stars at night bothered him. This stable was the closest he was going to feel to home for a long time.

Casper had made an arrangement to keep his own horse here, for the time being. All he had to do was lend a hand with some of the chores. Gaze stuck on his boots and the ground he walked through the group of children a they their laughter carried. It wasn't until a much more mature voice cut in did he pause in his step, before turning around.

"A horse joke?" Casper didn't know any jokes, let alone one about a horse. The kids had grown silent and were looking up at him eagerly anticipating him to wow them with a witty one liner. "Alright..." Casper stepped closer, willing to be their entertainment for a few minutes longer.

"How can you tell a police horse from a normal horse?" He asked, remembering how his old man use to tell the joke to his younger sister and him. Pausing to build up the suspense, he looked around at all the children that were paying attention. “Neigh-naw-neigh-naw-neigh-naw” He replied, doing his best horse impression. The laughter grew loud once more and Casper genuinely smiled.

"I'm afraid that is the only one I know..."