<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/46/50/c7/4650c7382fd84b8ff81231c191efb351.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Randall Shaw (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090443#msg13090443)<br/><strong>Time &amp; Location</strong>: June 3rd, Morning | Randall's house<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Faded, stained, ripped black jeans and an old, sleeveless Van Halen t-shirt with black Vans<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Xavier | Open<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Pizza for breakfast<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"I probably<em>do</em>need to mow, huh?  I remember the lawyer saying something about a homeowner's association, and if television and movies has taught me anything, those people are vicious and anal about the stupidest shit."  He smirked and started peering through the remaining contents of the truck, perking noticeably at the mention of 'car stuff'.  "Yeah?  I'll haul the stuff that needs it into the garage.  Oh!  Hell yeah, you got a case of my favorite motor oil!"  He hefted the box up onto his shoulder and carried it to the back of the truck, steadying it as he jumped to the driveway and then walked toward the garage.  "I've got pizzas in the oven, dude, so if you hear the timer and I don't, yank 'em, would you?"<br/><br/>And then he disappeared into the only part of the house that he'd bothered changing so far.  He'd moved in all his tools and the signage he'd acquired over the years, as well as the organizational furniture he'd either built or bought in his life.  Inside was a car guy's wet dream coated in a patina of grease and time, with everything having a place and everything in that place.  The first thing he'd bought, practically the only thing so far, with his inheritance was a car lift, which he'd installed in one stall of the four-car garage.  His baby took up another stall and Xavier's motorcycle was in a third, which left plenty of room for another car...if only he could make up his mind what he wanted to rebuild next.<br/><br/>He shook his head at Xavier as he caught the water with a smirk and opened it to take a long swig.  "Nah, me and some people were out in Topanga until like four.  What kind of weird shit?  I really can't imagine these rich white people getting up to anything<em>too</em>weird, man...unless we fuckin' moved to Stepford without knowing it."  He sat on the end of the truck and took another long drink of the water, surprised at how good it tasted.  "Damn, I needed that.  After breakfast, I'll haul the mower out and cut the grass.  I ain't doing diagonals or diamonds or any fancy shit like that, though, so these people will just have to deal."