<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/Vera1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vera Maxwell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207204.msg10190516#msg10190516)<br/><strong>Cabin:</strong>Hermes due to being Unclaimed<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The old barn<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>9/21 10pm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vincent incoming<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Wearing (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=126869318), Current playlist Devil Doll, currently playing bourbon in your eyes.  (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=92BVh1Ocjao&list=RD92BVh1Ocjao&index=1)<br/><br/><br/>The music filtered through the old wooden structure, the lights within on and directed to the wreckage that took up the center area. The old barn was a little worse for the ware but it worked for what Ve needed and that was all she could really ask for. Alec had done what he had promised and gotten every bit of the motorcycle gathered and brought to the offered work space. No one had touched it, not that anyone really seemed interested in such an extensive project. Ve on the other hand saw it as a challenge, one that would keep her mind distracted from the crazy changes that were taking over her life now.<br/><br/>Once arriving she pulled off her jacket and dropped her pack, the tool chest Alec had given her already in place and waiting for her to open and get to work. And that she did, pulling her hair up into a pony tail and setting up her mp3 player and player base. The few tweaks she made had it playing much louder than it would have normally been able to. Thankfully the old bar was tucked away behind all the new structures and away from most anyone that might have been bothered by it, still she kept it down enough not to bother any.<br/><br/>Ve twirled towards the tool box behind her and exchanged the socket she had in her hand for another size. It seemed she was within the zone, her body turning with a surprising amount of grace as she twirled on her toes and back to the project at hand. First thing was first, stripping the bike and seeing what she had to work with. Already a mental list began to build of parts she would have to try and gather up. The frame would have to be reworked, getting a refurbished on was out of the question. The fact that there was a forge nearby gave her a few ideas, but they were ideas that didn't sit well with her considering what she'd have to do. But that bridge would be crossed once she got there. For now Ve bobbed her head to the music and worked on getting through the carnage of what was left of this poor motorcycle.<br/><br/><br/>