Post by .|]Lee[|. on May 7, 2009 17:56:32 GMT -5
The Rebel camp was buzzing with activity this afternoon, and rightly so. They had more than one occasion to prepare for, and while the attention of most of the camp was on getting everything ready for Andrea's Holiday, the day [and more than likely night] of partying that was to come tomorrow, a select few were deep in preparation for a raid on the nearest Powers camp. If there were two things the Rebels knew how to do, it was blow their enemy to smithereens, and then come home and throw a party. And even though she had been born to neutral parents, if you were to ask anyone who knew anything about her, they would tell you that Lee Granger was a natural Rebel. As she perched on top of a crate watching people hurry back and forth from beneath the brim of her hat, Lee gave a brief smile of pleasure. She loved days like this, a sense of anticipation hanging in the air, Ackley's final, careful preparations, the difficulty in figuring out who was itching harder for the kill, Thane or Cordelia. Of course, Lee and Cordelia knew something nobody else did, and it was almost sad to watch Ackley preparing so hard for something that wasn't going to happen. Not for him anyway. Or Thane, or any of the other Rebel fighters that were checking over their gear, making themselves sure and doubly sure of the plan of attack.
For a moment, Lee wanted half to laugh to herself, half to come clean and let on that they were wasting a perfectly sunny, perfectly beer-worthy afternoon. But of course she would never let the cat out of the bag. She and Cordelia wouldn't get to have their fun that way, and the guys would probably still get mad at them just for planning to sneak out before dawn. No. It had to stay, as always, a closely guarded secret. So closely guarded that she wouldn't even allow herself to catch Cordelia's eye for fear of accidentally giving her some secret nod, or smile, that would let on that they were hatching a secret plan. But then, when weren't the Granger Sisters conspiring over something? Still, she couldn't stay here, lounging in the sunshine and watching the world go by. For one thing, she had her own preparations to see to, and if hiding her smile over the morning raid she and her sister were planning had been hard, hiding the expression on her face as she thought of spending the rest of the afternoon and early evening in the workshop with Mickey ironing out the last tiny preparations on 'Lu was damn near impossible. After all, she did love that...uh. Vehicle.
Slowly, Lee pushed herself off of the crate, the knee high boots she had pulled up over her skintight pants kicking up a cloud of reddish brown dust as made her leisurely way over to the tent that housed the workshop where all of the camp's newest transport and weapons were developed, put together and repaired. The canvas flap was down, probably to keep out the sun and try to keep the place shaded and cool, and she only needed to pull it aside slightly to gain entry. Still, as she did a shaft of brilliant sunlight cut through the shade inside the tent, illuminating for a moment Talulah, surrounded by tools and looking for a moment, to Lee at least, like a patient on an operating table.
As soon as she saw her baby, she broke into a grin and reached out to run a hand over the new, slightly wider grill that had been fixed to the front of her. It wasn't everyone that was allowed to see Lee Granger's broad, carefree smile. Even fewer people were granted the honor of her actually removing that moth-eaten thing from her head and shaking out her hair so that she could look at them properly, but this was the special treatment that she had elected to grace Mickey with, and for the first time since entering his tent, she took her eyes off of her vehicle to greet him properly. "Hey Mickey, you bein' good to my girl?" Without looking away from him, she slipped her bag off of her shoulder, slid a hand inside and pulled out two bottles of beer, then handed him one before she dropped the bag and hopped up to sit on one of his various sturdy workbenches. "You got somethin' to open these with?"
She was glad she had brought the beers now, not only for the most obvious reason that beer was always, always a good thing to have around, but also because it gave her something to focus on to keep herself from getting tongue-tied. It was never something she'd had to worry about before, but then she'd never met a guy quite like Mickey Greene before. Most guys fell over themselves to try to impress Lee and her sister. Often their more tangible attentions fell on Lee since her sister was married to arguably the scariest guy in the camp, and those guys, in Lee's mind were idiots. There was no substance to them. They didn't seem to know their own minds, only how to say what they thought she wanted them to say, and it showed a weakness of character that she couldn't bear to have around her. Mickey, on the other hand, well he knew what he liked, what he was good at, what he cared about, and no one was going to come between him and his passion. Mickey's head was not turned by her at all. And that was why she found it so difficult to look away from him and toward Talulah, and spend a moment taking in the changes that had happened since she was last here.
For a moment, Lee wanted half to laugh to herself, half to come clean and let on that they were wasting a perfectly sunny, perfectly beer-worthy afternoon. But of course she would never let the cat out of the bag. She and Cordelia wouldn't get to have their fun that way, and the guys would probably still get mad at them just for planning to sneak out before dawn. No. It had to stay, as always, a closely guarded secret. So closely guarded that she wouldn't even allow herself to catch Cordelia's eye for fear of accidentally giving her some secret nod, or smile, that would let on that they were hatching a secret plan. But then, when weren't the Granger Sisters conspiring over something? Still, she couldn't stay here, lounging in the sunshine and watching the world go by. For one thing, she had her own preparations to see to, and if hiding her smile over the morning raid she and her sister were planning had been hard, hiding the expression on her face as she thought of spending the rest of the afternoon and early evening in the workshop with Mickey ironing out the last tiny preparations on 'Lu was damn near impossible. After all, she did love that...uh. Vehicle.
Slowly, Lee pushed herself off of the crate, the knee high boots she had pulled up over her skintight pants kicking up a cloud of reddish brown dust as made her leisurely way over to the tent that housed the workshop where all of the camp's newest transport and weapons were developed, put together and repaired. The canvas flap was down, probably to keep out the sun and try to keep the place shaded and cool, and she only needed to pull it aside slightly to gain entry. Still, as she did a shaft of brilliant sunlight cut through the shade inside the tent, illuminating for a moment Talulah, surrounded by tools and looking for a moment, to Lee at least, like a patient on an operating table.
As soon as she saw her baby, she broke into a grin and reached out to run a hand over the new, slightly wider grill that had been fixed to the front of her. It wasn't everyone that was allowed to see Lee Granger's broad, carefree smile. Even fewer people were granted the honor of her actually removing that moth-eaten thing from her head and shaking out her hair so that she could look at them properly, but this was the special treatment that she had elected to grace Mickey with, and for the first time since entering his tent, she took her eyes off of her vehicle to greet him properly. "Hey Mickey, you bein' good to my girl?" Without looking away from him, she slipped her bag off of her shoulder, slid a hand inside and pulled out two bottles of beer, then handed him one before she dropped the bag and hopped up to sit on one of his various sturdy workbenches. "You got somethin' to open these with?"
She was glad she had brought the beers now, not only for the most obvious reason that beer was always, always a good thing to have around, but also because it gave her something to focus on to keep herself from getting tongue-tied. It was never something she'd had to worry about before, but then she'd never met a guy quite like Mickey Greene before. Most guys fell over themselves to try to impress Lee and her sister. Often their more tangible attentions fell on Lee since her sister was married to arguably the scariest guy in the camp, and those guys, in Lee's mind were idiots. There was no substance to them. They didn't seem to know their own minds, only how to say what they thought she wanted them to say, and it showed a weakness of character that she couldn't bear to have around her. Mickey, on the other hand, well he knew what he liked, what he was good at, what he cared about, and no one was going to come between him and his passion. Mickey's head was not turned by her at all. And that was why she found it so difficult to look away from him and toward Talulah, and spend a moment taking in the changes that had happened since she was last here.