Post by pixie on Mar 7, 2008 1:40:26 GMT -5
Really what do boys think that chick can't use a wrench. Hips swayed to unheard beat she wondered into the hanger. The planes were mess from the last mission and shook her head as gazed over at them. Getting a rage she started to wipe one down making it shine again.
She needed something to do and why not clean them up and fix them. It's not like she couldn't do and was going to hurt it more. Getting into the wing with a rip she pushed her hair out of her face and started working on the internal system. She wiped the grim away and moved in her ripped up jeans that were ripped in all the right places. She just hoped at guy wouldn't see her they would probably have a complex.