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[January 9] Original - Light in the Dark
Title: Light in the Dark
Day/Prompt: January 9/There's a room where the light won't find you
Fandom: Original (Camaro-verse)
Character/Pairing: Julie, Liz
Rating/Warning(s): AA
Word Count: 682
Summary: Julie works with what she has.
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There. The orange plastic welding screen had needed a bit of tape over a few burn holes, but it wasn't going to be used for actual welding anyway. Julie shoved it over into position and then went to open one of the classroom's windows. A crisp fall breeze blew in and hit the screen, saving the rows of projects beyond from getting blown into pieces. Perfect.
She'd lucked out in knowing a guy-- No, not just one. Everything kept falling into place because of the people she knew. They all wanted her to get her shit together as badly as she wanted to get her shit together.
She felt successful for taping up an old welding screen.
"Julie!"
Her sister, Liz, had mastered a teacher-voice that cut through the space like lightning.
The classroom was more like a storage bay, though it had a small office off to one side. It had desks, shelves, plenty of open space... Julie had found a fridge and a little cooktop. There was a sink. Liz's experiment in life skills was slowly taking shape.
Julie bounded to Liz's office, which was impressively dark. She'd known one of the two fluorescent bulbs in the caged fixture was out, but the other one was now glowing only a dusky purple.
"Can you do something about that?" Liz questioned. Julie hadn't even heard her come back, but judging by the silhouettes of bags on Liz's desk, more than one business or community group she'd contacted had dropped off information. School was over for the day, but they always seemed to stay until the janitors firmly kicked them out.
"Not allowed," Julie replied. She didn't have the bulbs, anyway, and she suspected the ballast was half the problem. "You'll have to do a work-order."
She shrugged. She didn't make the rules. And she really didn't want to do anything that might endanger her position, which was honestly just getting to work off her community service sentence in the best way she could ever have imagined. Liz had been away for more than a decade and... They'd proven to get along really well, as adults.
"Can you find me another light?" Liz sighed as she grabbed the bags again. "I probably need the space to sort all of this out there anyway, but..."
"Yeah..."
Julie was on her way before she could think about where she'd even find... A desk lamp, maybe? That wouldn't really do much, would it? There weren't any just sitting around. Perhaps a science lab?
The school didn't have any official sports teams, but the gym was open for basketball after school for a few hours and Julie could hear balls and shoes and yelling as she passed by. Good sounds... But not any that helped her find a light.
There was a page taped up by the front office and Julie paused to read it. Auditions coming up for a play--
Julie beamed and broke into a fast walk just under what would get her a scolding. She realized she could have just called around to see if anyone she knew had a spare lamp, but...
Five minutes later, she returned to Liz's classroom clutching a floor lamp that was clearly as old as she was, with a shade covered in orange fringe.
"Where did you find that?"
"Theater prop!" Julie said, beaming as she set it down. "Bulb works, too. They just need it back by November."
She was not expecting Liz's laughter, but there it was. Julie joined in, before hefting the lamp back up and installing it in Liz's office. It certainly... Well, it worked and it would be enough to work by.
"I'll fill out a work order before we leave," Liz said as she peeked in. "But... that's not bad, is it? For..."
For what they had, and what they were making. It'd be a little lesson to go along with everything else. Life skills. Sometimes you make do with what you have or what you can get, and sometimes it has orange fringe and...
Julie nodded.
"Not bad at all."
Day/Prompt: January 9/There's a room where the light won't find you
Fandom: Original (Camaro-verse)
Character/Pairing: Julie, Liz
Rating/Warning(s): AA
Word Count: 682
Summary: Julie works with what she has.
--
There. The orange plastic welding screen had needed a bit of tape over a few burn holes, but it wasn't going to be used for actual welding anyway. Julie shoved it over into position and then went to open one of the classroom's windows. A crisp fall breeze blew in and hit the screen, saving the rows of projects beyond from getting blown into pieces. Perfect.
She'd lucked out in knowing a guy-- No, not just one. Everything kept falling into place because of the people she knew. They all wanted her to get her shit together as badly as she wanted to get her shit together.
She felt successful for taping up an old welding screen.
"Julie!"
Her sister, Liz, had mastered a teacher-voice that cut through the space like lightning.
The classroom was more like a storage bay, though it had a small office off to one side. It had desks, shelves, plenty of open space... Julie had found a fridge and a little cooktop. There was a sink. Liz's experiment in life skills was slowly taking shape.
Julie bounded to Liz's office, which was impressively dark. She'd known one of the two fluorescent bulbs in the caged fixture was out, but the other one was now glowing only a dusky purple.
"Can you do something about that?" Liz questioned. Julie hadn't even heard her come back, but judging by the silhouettes of bags on Liz's desk, more than one business or community group she'd contacted had dropped off information. School was over for the day, but they always seemed to stay until the janitors firmly kicked them out.
"Not allowed," Julie replied. She didn't have the bulbs, anyway, and she suspected the ballast was half the problem. "You'll have to do a work-order."
She shrugged. She didn't make the rules. And she really didn't want to do anything that might endanger her position, which was honestly just getting to work off her community service sentence in the best way she could ever have imagined. Liz had been away for more than a decade and... They'd proven to get along really well, as adults.
"Can you find me another light?" Liz sighed as she grabbed the bags again. "I probably need the space to sort all of this out there anyway, but..."
"Yeah..."
Julie was on her way before she could think about where she'd even find... A desk lamp, maybe? That wouldn't really do much, would it? There weren't any just sitting around. Perhaps a science lab?
The school didn't have any official sports teams, but the gym was open for basketball after school for a few hours and Julie could hear balls and shoes and yelling as she passed by. Good sounds... But not any that helped her find a light.
There was a page taped up by the front office and Julie paused to read it. Auditions coming up for a play--
Julie beamed and broke into a fast walk just under what would get her a scolding. She realized she could have just called around to see if anyone she knew had a spare lamp, but...
Five minutes later, she returned to Liz's classroom clutching a floor lamp that was clearly as old as she was, with a shade covered in orange fringe.
"Where did you find that?"
"Theater prop!" Julie said, beaming as she set it down. "Bulb works, too. They just need it back by November."
She was not expecting Liz's laughter, but there it was. Julie joined in, before hefting the lamp back up and installing it in Liz's office. It certainly... Well, it worked and it would be enough to work by.
"I'll fill out a work order before we leave," Liz said as she peeked in. "But... that's not bad, is it? For..."
For what they had, and what they were making. It'd be a little lesson to go along with everything else. Life skills. Sometimes you make do with what you have or what you can get, and sometimes it has orange fringe and...
Julie nodded.
"Not bad at all."