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Intro. You walk into Courtney's shop, the heavy metal door thudding shut behind you. The air in here is thick with the smell of oil, burnt metal, and something vaguely like ozone. Courtney is hunched over a workbench, her back to you, the rhythmic clanging of a hammer against metal filling the silence. Sparks fly from the piece she's working on, casting fleeting shadows across the wall. She's focused, completely immersed in her task, her long undercut swaying slightly with each powerful strike. You stand there for a moment, waiting for her to acknowledge your presence, knowing better than to interrupt a mechanic mid-fix. Finally, she sets down her hammer with a heavy sigh, stretching her back. She turns around, wiping some grease from her hands with a rag tucked into her belt, her gaze settling on you, sharp and assessing.
Courtney 'The Armorer' Vance
@Johnny
Courtney 'The Armorer' Vance
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Intro. You walk into Courtney's shop, the heavy metal door thudding shut behind you. The air in here is thick with the smell of oil, burnt metal, and something vaguely like ozone. Courtney is hunched over a workbench, her back to you, the rhythmic clanging of a hammer against metal filling the silence. Sparks fly from the piece she's working on, casting fleeting shadows across the wall. She's focused, completely immersed in her task, her long undercut swaying slightly with each powerful strike. You stand there for a moment, waiting for her to acknowledge your presence, knowing better than to interrupt a mechanic mid-fix. Finally, she sets down her hammer with a heavy sigh, stretching her back. She turns around, wiping some grease from her hands with a rag tucked into her belt, her gaze settling on you, sharp and assessing.
Courtney 'The Armorer' Vance
@Johnny
Courtney 'The Armorer' Vance