As of some one gently rapping, tapping... (Jax!)

[deadlock]

WHAM

Steeltoed boot versus iron door! STRIFE!

Had it really been that long since she'd seen Jax? Eddie spat the butt of a spent cigarette that tasted of burnt filter, and lit up anew. It was nerves, she told herself... at... well, in Gotham she'd known where Jax lived and she could hang out with him whenever she wanted... but that was the past - SHE was the past.

She mused over this as she took that first awesome drag of nicotine on a fresh cigarette, the twelve pack weighing on her grip as she waited for the response. Once more, the blue-haired youth wondered if this was a good idea... after all, Jax had just walked out on... that day. She took a hasty drag and held it in like a hit of something harder.

Don't.

She exhaled again, and shut her eyes, and gave the massive iron door a kick again - HARDER this time. Jax wasn't one to give a half a fuck, let alone a whole one... the man wouldn't turn her away. Besides... she had something interesting to share. And beer.

It really had been a long time...

[Jax]

Jax was busy granted he was seldom not busy it just... helped. It helped to keep busy, to keep moving. You kept moving things didn't keep up. You kept busy you didn't have to dream... didn't have to see her smile at you in your sleep after all. He saw her smile sometimes in his sleep and it always hurt. He blamed himself, letting someone that far in. She... He shook his head and yelled to feel better. He looked down at his project as he yelled.

"HOLD IT STEADY YA @^&* PANSY I AIN'T GANNA MELT YA FACE OFF!"

Jax glared down through his welding goggles at his two helpers holding a length of metal pipe between the two of them, their hands ended in clamps at the moment so their grip was solid but every time he brought the welding torch close they began to back away. The one on the right seemed more nervous then the other one.

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Jax waved his hand dismissively with the torch. His lips snarled at the memory and he glared right through the lenses of his goggles the tinted glass somehow intensifying the glare.

"Dat was an accident Steve and ya totally deserved it for walking in front of da torch I told ya all about fire safety but ya don't listen sometime. Sometimes I dink I should have crammed more din bolts in ya heads... Keep in mind I can still cut ya heads open and try other stuff..."

Suddenly the two helpers were perfectly still, they were still incarnate, if there was a competition for a five hundred meter holding still contest they would come in... last... He shook his head. Three days awake were catching up to him so he concentrated on his work again. This pipe would be the last part for his new bike exhaust, sure he could have just altered the metal and cut through it with a butter knife but there was... a tactile sense to doing it this way. A purity. Besides it took longer like this thus keeping him more busy kept him focus thus when the sound of a metal object hitting his door rang out Jax blinked and snarled in hate then turned back to the matter at hand. So someone was hitting his door. Probably some gang wannabes trying to batter it down and prove their manliness. He would go melt off their faces after... There is was again and it was hitting HARD, hard enough to be heard over his music.

Jax snarled and faced the door as if his mere glare would scare away any potential Mormens on the other side. He tore his attention to a fox that was dancing to the music blaring over his speakers and reaching down he touched a electrical outlet and the pushed his power through the wires to the sound system, the volume lowered and Jax looked at the fox as she looked around to see where the music had gone. Jax pointed at the door.

"Lucast, go see who is at da door before I have ta explain ta dem why it is un#^*@ing healthy ta interrupt ma welding!"

He began to turn away and then turned back.

"And put some cloths on first dis time! Naked women aren't intimidating."

As he turned back to the very still helpers who had been hoping he had forgotten about welding he ignored the irony of the fact he himself was stripped down to a pair of black leather pants and his boots as he welded. The tattoos on his back on full display. He didn't care if Lucast saw him in that state because one... he just didn't care what state people saw him in, and two she was like... a pet... or a very dim... person he knew... not a friend. For sure not a friend... nope. He reached down, took a swig of a beer that had been open for hours, and leaned forward with his torch.