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CASUAL yellowjackets ──────────────────
THE WORKSHOP was desolate, the sound of Radiohead drifted throughout the place and bounced off the metal walls, joining the clicking of a twisting ratchet and a clanging of a wrench hitting the ground to switch for another size.
'X will mark the place'
'Like the parting of the ways'
'Like a house falling in the sea'
'In the sea'
"In the seaaa..." Delilah mumbled to herself, scrunching up her brows as she held her breath, tightening a bolt as she lay underneath a car that had been particularly nasty.
With a grunt, feeling the bolt not moving, Delilah threw the tool to the ground and grabbed an edge of a piece of metal to push herself out from under the car and rolling into the daylight once more. She blinked, and sat up.
Leaning over, Delilah grabbed a dirty cloth in her fingers, rubbing at the grease on her hands. She bit her inner cheek, and kissed her teeth as she set the cloth down and brushed a hand on her dark work trousers.
"Where I end and you begin..." Delilah mumbled once more, nodding her head along to the music. She craned her neck, hearing her pocket buzz. Feeling around in the pockets, patting her legs and thighs, Delilah tucked her hand into one and pulled out her phone.
On the screen was a grey colour with a number she didn't recognise. Delilah furrowed her brows, humming, looked around the workshop, before pressing the decline button and sitting back onto the trolley to pull herself back under the car.
Taking a larger wrench, Delilah lifted it to her face and twisted it, before placing it over a nut and pulling. Grunting, Delilah felt her arms tense and the nut popped loose, falling on her face.
She jumped back and managed to catch it, pushing it aside in order to put her hands over the sheet of metal that she had loosened from its place.
Suddenly, the sound of the music cut out with a scratching sound. Delilah's head shot up with a 'huh?' but was cut off as she groaned in pain at hitting the bottom of the car.
Grumbling annoyed, Delilah pushed the trolley out and sat up, taking her phone and placing it in her pocket as she stood, throwing the wrench down to walk over to the bench that held the old fashioned radio.
"The fuck?" She muttered, hitting the speakers with her ring and index fingers, furrowing her brows.
Picking up her phone from her pocket, Delilah swiped up and went to check to see if her Bluetooth had disconnected. It hadn't. The music just cut out.
