Sarah Myrtle (Aug 18, 2011 9:46:47 AM)
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Trent Richter (Aug 18, 2011 9:50:02 AM)
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Trent Richter (Aug 18, 2011 9:53:15 AM)
With a rumble and then a cessation of noise, my older truck pulls up outside her house with the porch swing secured in the back. Hopping out, I wipe a bit of sweat from the morning sun off my brow and then walk up towards the door. Reflexively, I sniff the air and mount the porch steps to knock on the door.

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 18, 2011 9:57:08 AM)
*The house was in the irish district by the docks. Alot of the houses where small train car style houses, but her house was at the top of a large hill the street went up to it and it was one of those old looking victorian houses that seemed to stand through the ages even the worst the storms had to offer. There was a white picket fence around the property and one of those large wrap around porches on the first floor.. The grass was cut short and there was small little garden faireys along the bushes in front.. When he knocked upon the door he noticed it was made of sterdy hard cherry wood with beautiful stained glass and only a few moments after he knocked did she answer the door.*

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 18, 2011 9:58:14 AM)
*Her hair was in her scarf and she wore a long white peasent blouse with a gypsy skirt that hung off her hips and was made of many colors and different patches of different material felt would give way to velvet and light suade to soft silk*

Trent Richter (Aug 18, 2011 10:00:51 AM)
"Mornin' Sarah." I greet her, briefly looking her up and down without being lewd but drinking in her details. The house in and of itself is just as interesting as the woman, me being a carver, and I wonder about it's history. Victorian's are expensive both to build and to upkeep though this one is in obvious good condition. Does it pre-date the Civil War? I eye the construction to see if my amatuer's eye can verify that a moment before stepping aside so she can see my truck, motioning with an arm. "Sorry, I thought I brought this over before Belfast. Doesn't make me look too good to have forgotten. My aplogies."

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 18, 2011 10:04:16 AM)
*She looked towards the truck and smiled brightly with a excited squeel* ohh thank you! I have been eagerly waiting for it! Shall I get you some lemonaide you look rather sweaty?

Trent Richter (Aug 18, 2011 10:06:33 AM)
"Sounds great." I answer, a thankful note in my voice, and while she goes to get that I return to the truck and begin undoing the straps and tethers which had held it in place. Examining the wood carefully to be sure it wasn't damaged I finally nod my satisfaction and dismount. The bench isn't overly heavy but it is awkward so, glancing about, I look for her return so I can ask if other forms are safe... it's kind of urban here.

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 18, 2011 10:10:13 AM)
*She frowns and admittis as she placed a picture of lemonaide with ice in it on a table then set two glasses one for each of them.. The lemonaide had actual slices of lemon in it, and the right amount of pure sugar cane added to it that it eased away the bite while delivering the perfect amount of sweetness without being overtly sweet* I don't have a very big fence and there are people around. But I do have Dolly if you would like to use it? It is in the basement..

Trent Richter (Aug 18, 2011 10:15:57 AM)
"Nah, nah, it's fine. I'm just bein' lazy." I chuckle, not taking the lemonade just yet but lowering the tail gate and climbing up into the bed of the truck. Looking for just a moment, I position myself then grip the bench and lift with my knees to get it to the edge. Hopping down. I grip it again and then with a grunt I swing it around and carry it over towards the porch. Setting it down in front of the stairs leading up onto it, I return to the tool box behind the drivers cab and grab my belt, securing it around my waist then pocketing some of the screws to mount it as well. Returning to the porch, I ascend and take one of the glasses, then sip out of it slowly. Licking my lips I nod. "Now -that's- a good drink. Thanks. How've things been? I haven't been 'round as much, I know."

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 18, 2011 10:20:02 AM)
*She watched him and moved out of his way when he headed up the porch.. Then she smiled as he complimented her on her drink..* Things have been good, Sigyn has been on a trip for awhile.. I do miss her, she is like the best friend a girl can have.. *She siped her own lemonaide* I met a man at the crawfish he was very interesting, hes related to you and your sister sigyn.. Not sure if you met him yet or not, he told me this wonderful story about how his parents met.. He has this interesting accent norwigen i think..With a bit of minnosotta mixed into it..

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 18, 2011 10:22:17 AM)
*She was talking to him much better then she had originaly and not seeming so skiddish..*

Trent Richter (Aug 18, 2011 10:26:03 AM)
"Yeah? Doesn't sound too familiar but I'm sure I'll meet him in time." Sigyn... haven't seen her in a while either. The enigma and ever-teasing kinfolk who lives in a bit of bliss where romantic notions are concerned. But that's hardly my problem, I'm a Cliath, and I've got battles to fight to attain enough renown to even be worthy of passing on my genes. That Sarah is more relaxed, combined with the waning moon, helps put me more at ease myself. I set to work while talking, asking her to point out where she wants it, while also continuing with a bit of a playful bantering; "Does the mystery man have a name?"

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 18, 2011 10:34:07 AM)
*She smiled and was sipping her drink.. She listened tried to remember the mans name.. Morten, he was kind to me, I met him at the voodoo crawfish.. *She placed her lemonaide down and looked over at what he was doing* Can I help you in anyway?

Trent Richter (Aug 18, 2011 10:37:45 AM)
"That's alright, I've got it for now." I grab my drill and mark the spots on the support beams where the loops need to go. I begin screwing them in, one by one, making sure they're firmly achored at each of the four corners to hold the support chains. "Morten... yeah, haven't met him. If he's Fenrir kin he can't be too bad though."

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 18, 2011 10:41:24 AM)
*she leaned over and whispered to him* says hes a godi

Trent Richter (Aug 18, 2011 10:50:27 AM)
"Godi, huh?" I give a short nod. "Garou then? He'd be the first Theuruge of my tribe I've met since coming here. Though, admittedly, I'm not the most tribally social."

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 18, 2011 10:50:57 AM)
*She smiled at him then added* me neither really..

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 18, 2011 10:56:33 AM)
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Trent Richter (Aug 18, 2011 10:56:37 AM)
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Trent Richter (Aug 18, 2011 10:57:29 AM)
"Yeah? Heh, to hear people talk around here you'd think I was the only one. Good to know there's a kindred spirit." Grinning, I attach the first links of chains then test them to be sure they're secure before looking back to her. "How high abouts would you like it to sit?"

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 18, 2011 11:02:17 AM)
*She thought about that..*im not sure what is normal height for one?

Trent Richter (Aug 18, 2011 11:07:29 AM)
"Usually you'll want enough space that you can touch the porch with your toes but otherwise swing free. Hmm." I peer at her again once more, estimating her height and how high it should be... "I'm guessing two, two and a half feet outta work. Here we go." Looping chains through the bolts, I clamp them shut then attach the opposite length to the braces on the bench. It takes a few minutes but after a time, and making sure it's level, I nod. "Should be good now. Give 'er a try."

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 18, 2011 11:11:05 AM)
*She watched him and when he said it should be done her eyes where wide like when your dad puts your very first bike together and says "hop on give it a try".. She moved to the bench and slipped onto it.. She smiled brightly the skirt lifted a bit in her sitting position so that her ankles could be seen her feet where bare and she arched them so the pads of them lightly touched the wooden porch floor beneith her.. she smiled and her feet lightly pushed against the wood setting the swing to lightly rock.. Her face was lit up, such a simple thing to her was like finding a pot of gold at the oposite side of the rainbow.. He could tell that having to wait the extra month for it did not seem to bother her in the least. *

Trent Richter (Aug 18, 2011 11:18:50 AM)
I grin toothily at her obvious enjoyment, leaning against one of the porch railings as she tries it out. When one of the chains begins to squeak some I get out my trusty WD-40 and smooth it out. Making sure it's rocking evenly and that the bench looks solid as before I nod my head satisfactorily. "Looks good on this end. Need me to make any adjustments?"

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 18, 2011 11:28:02 AM)
*She motioned to trent* Have a seat so i can make sure more then one person can sit on it at a time.. Here sit beside me with the lemonaide.. *She reached over grasping her glass with a bright smile*

Trent Richter (Aug 18, 2011 11:36:20 AM)
"Sure." I pick up my lemonade and then slide onto the bench next to her while leaving the sociable distance of a couple inches between us. I'm definately heavier than her and, while the swing creeks slightly, it holds. I bounce up and down a bit in my seat and it still holds firm. "Sorry again this took so long. Thanks for your patience."

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 18, 2011 11:38:30 AM)
*She smiled over at him* ohh it looks like it is holding wonderfully.. *then she looks towards the road with a soft laugh and a brilliant smile*It was not such a long wait, truth be told i was sort of more glad to see you came back from your trip in one piece then i was you had the swing in the back of your truck. I am glad you are okay I know sigyn will be to, she thinks so fondly of you.. "

Trent Richter (Aug 18, 2011 11:42:09 AM)
"Yeah? She's pretty swell herself. I'll swing in and say hi so long as it's appropriate still and she's not with Lukas these days. Haven't heard much in my absence. Good to be back alive though, that's for sure."

Sarah Myrtle (Aug 18, 2011 11:43:49 AM)
*the warm summer heat was cast aside bye the cool shade the porch afforded them.. They could see the little walk way leading to the picket fence and then the street of houses across the way.. She smiled and rocked it while they sat on the seat..* "She has not contacted me since she left with the others to germany. I miss her, and i hope she returns home safe like you did.. But ive heard no word from any that left on that trip..

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