<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/46/Walle.jpg)</div>Name: Wally Rustman<br/>Occupation: Scrapyard Owner<br/>Time: Morning - 1st day A.E.<br/>Location: Granny's Diner<br/>Tagging: N/A | Soren, Chas, Emma, and Belle (mentioned)<br/><hr/><br/>BOOM!<br/><br/>The sound of the backfiring truck rang out like a small explosion, causing a mass of birds in the nearby trees to take flight in great haste and making the windows of Granny's Diner shake.  Anyone caught outside or near a window would see the usual sight of a heavily rusted truck that might have once been an yellowish-orange and looked a few hundreds years old.  More noticeable than that, however, was the mismatched, patchwork repairs that were made:  One door was blue, the other door was green, the roof was black, and the hood was white.  Well, they were once those colors, but the paint was scraped off in many places and rust was covering others.  Heck, it looked like the only thing gluing the truck together<em>was</em>rust!<br/><br/>The driver of the truck stepped out of the cab and stretched in the early morning light.  Standing in the parking area, inhaling deeply, was Wally Rustman, the owner of the town scrapyard,<em>Junk's Treasure</em>.  In all truth, he looked just a little better than his truck, his well-worn overalls covered with stains of rust, oil, grease, and dirt.  The black shirt under it was also rather dirty, but one could see the NASA logo and the image of a space shuttle fairly well.  Around his waist hung a heavy belt with random tools and strange pieces of metal, many of which served a seemingly unknown purpose.  Over his head, nearly crushing his wild curls of hair, was a pair of old aviator goggles.<br/><br/>Though Wally wasn't the most physically imposing person around, he had a lean body that only came from a life of crawling up and over and even under piles of treacherous junk, dragging scrap from one side of the yard to the other, and sculpting statues that have weigh nearly half a ton and stand almost ten feet high.  Granted, he didn't carry those completed sculptures around, but he did work a manual crane system to lift them up enough for a trailer to be maneuvered under them.  As Wally looked through the windows, he waved vigorously at anyone who happened to be staring out of them before closing the door of his truck and making his way inside.<br/><br/>As Wally stepped into the Diner, causing the bell to ring lightly, he raised a welcoming hand to Granny before finding a single table near one of the windows where he ordered his usual, the<em>Sunshine Special,</em>a plate of eggs, a biscuit, a single pancake, and a large glass of orange juice.  As he waited for his order to come back, he looked around and saw a few familiar faces, such as that Chas guy.  Wally wasn't really fond of him, but Chas never seemed to come around<em>Junk's Treasure</em>.  His eyes glided around the room and saw the librarian, Belle and the reclusive woodsman, Soren.  Those two weren't bad people, but he couldn't recall ever seeing them enter his scrapyard.  Finally, his eyes landed on the new person.  Wally raised an eyebrow curiously, but his breakfast order arrived by then and his attention turned to it instead.<br/><br/>The reason that Wally was here was because he was waiting for Jazz to arrive.  Wally had received a shipment of scrap late last night, which was unusual since he only ever received his shipments twice-weekly, but this pile looked promising.  Even the slightest glance showed that this pile had treasure like none other in quantities unlike the usual.  After the truck left, Wally called Jazz, despite the late hour, and told her to meet him at Granny's in the morning because he has acquired something amazing that she must see!  At first, the girl refused and wanted to return to sleeping, but after saying that she would have first pick on the treasures bound to be in there, she finally agreed.  Now, it was just a matter of time before Jazz arrived...