new encounters [hannah]

[morgan]

The tools from Bronson's utility belt slapped against his thigh with each step he took. The weight of the belt allowed sweat to drip down the side of his neck. It eventually all gathered in the center of his back, which would leave a huge stain on the back of his shirt. Bronson didn't mind sweat too much. He was actually quite fimilar with it. With his family in the work force of America, Bronson knew the worth of a good effort of work. Which is why he found a summer job as a mechanic at the local band camp. Even he had to admit it wasn't his ideal job. He would rather be out on the lake fishing all day, but his morals guilted him into a decent paying job. But he always found himself fixing things around his home. His mother would run to him if something needed to be repaired, as simple as the toaster. Not like any of his brothers would be willing to do that for their mother.

One of the falculty informed Bronson that one of the toliets in the woman's restroom needed to be unclogged. Bronson figured a girl tried flushing a tampon down. The toliets aren't fancy enough to carry a tampon through it's system, thus the tampon gets stuck. Woman seem to ignore the reminder that is posted on the stall door. But sometimes a woman will take her pride, and do it anyway. If flushing a tampon down a toliet does that for a girl, Bronson didn't have a problem with that.

He finally reached the restroom doors and flung the screen door open. He sighed at the relief of the air conditioning then called out to see if any females were wandering around the restrooms. Woman are crazy. Bronson never knew what that gender was up to.

"Anyone in here? I just don't want to interrupt anything." Bronson asked the empty stalls. Once he was answered with silence, he continued by opening up each stall to find the victim toliet. He got to the second to last stall to see an almost over-flowing toliet with water full to the brim. Bronson shook his head, then stepped out of the stall. He headed over to a sink, and twisted the faucet. He splashed the water on his sticky face and ran his fingers through his hair as he watched himself in the mirror.

[hannah]

Hannah needed to use the restroom, like all people do at some point in time during the day. It was not like she particularly enjoyed the experience - especially when the camp's facilities were always falling into a horrible state of disrepair, most especially after the chili special nights. Luckily, last night had only been tacos, so Hannah knew she would be spared the knockout gases of chili remains today. She was not about to complain about the distribution of funds at the camp. It was certainly better to spend funds on sheet music and instrument care products than something as trivial as a public bathroom, however necessary it actually was. However, Hannah heard a rumor that Ms. Evans had hired a mechanic to at least manage the restroom problem, among other things. Then again, Hannah knew hardly anything more than that about the matter. She hadn't seen any strangers around camp, but at the same time, she herself was still new enough to be considered a stranger here. No one had pointed out the new mechanic, so she shrugged the rumor off to be just folly. As if anybody would actually be brave enough to take care of the camp restrooms, which were only used in dire necessity.

This in mind, Hannah waltzed into the restroom, peeling back the screen door and then the main door. The next sight she saw made her jaw drop. Standing there, looking in the mirror, was a guy Hannah did not recognize, but wished she did. He was gorgeous, to be put simply. A well-stocked utility belt hung around his hips - marking him as the mysterious mechanic that Hannah herself did not believe existed just a moment ago. She found herself stuck in place, unable to move for fear of disturbing him.

Tagged: Bronson
Notes: Hey!! can't wait to get this going! ^.^

[morgan]

After his sigh, Bronson tapped the sink with his finger and did a complete three-sixty turn, only to be stopped by a figure catching his eye. He halted midturn, then froze. A younger girl had been staring at him, who knows for how long. Trying to ease the situation, he chuckled fully.

"Well hey there, Miss. I'm just the mechanic around here. Not the local hobbit." Bronson grinned, pulling his belt higher on his hips.

Now that he was facing the girl directly he could get a good peek at her. Bronson liked his woman, but mature woman. He found any girls under twenty years old were too spontaneous and clingy for him. This girl was probably a camper, because the staff had their own personal restrooms by the halls. Not like she was a bad looking girl, but Bronson stopped himself from looking anymore from the color of her eyes. That just wouldn't be right.

"If you would like me to leave so you can accomplish whatever you need to accomplish, just let me know. I'll be willing to step out." Bronson smirked, nodding his head toward the girl. With these interruptions, Bronson would never get the toliet fixed. But he didn't mind taking his time, it was summer. Everyone was more relaxed anyway, so the task didn't need to be finished pronto. So there wasn't a hurry.

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[hannah]

Hannah could literally feel her heart stop beating as the mechanic turned around and caught sight of her. Now she was in for it. Here came the dumbfoundedness, the stumbles and trips and all those other things that Hannah had been tricked into doing before when she felt a pull like this. A mechanic? she told herself silently Really?. Hannah knew she was a hopeless romantic, no matter how many times she had fallen and been disappointed with the result of her choices. She always thought she was foolish in that sense. Somehow she always got stuck making the wrong choice, and that infuriated her to no end.

When the guy spoke, Hannah knew there was no backing out and doing her buisness later. It was either force herself into speaking or running away, embarassed to no end. She tried hard to divert her eyes away (and found herself unsuccessful in her endeavour) as the mechanic pulled his tool belt higher. "N-no, I...I can just come back later. Ya know, when it's fixed. Better experience, I guess, I can wait." she said, words stumbling out one after another. Hannah wanted to bang her head against something really hard. Could she have sounded any more stupid? No, she answered herself. Hannah just smiled a cute little grin that she drew out when she couldn't think of anything else to do. Hopefully this disaster wouldn't come across as bad to the guy as it had to her. And he was cute too, that just made it worse.

Tagged: Bronson
Notes: ^.^