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[[Brahnamin's_Characters|< < < Back to Main page]] | [[Brahnamin's_Characters|< < < Back to Main page]] | ||
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− | =Johnathan "Fix" Walton= | + | ==Johnathan "Fix" Walton== |
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==''I make broken things work and unbroken things not''== | ==''I make broken things work and unbroken things not''== | ||
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'''''D''' is for '''Doppelganger''' | '''''D''' is for '''Doppelganger''' | ||
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:''Copies of me'' | :''Copies of me'' | ||
− | ::'' | + | ::''In church or the schoolyard'' |
:::''Which me did you see?'' | :::''Which me did you see?'' | ||
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'''AND I AM A . . .''' Mechanic | '''AND I AM A . . .''' Mechanic | ||
− | '''WHAT'S BEEN KEEPING YOU AWAKE?''' An incessant arrhythmic clicking sound coming from the garage below my room. Metal on metal, metal on concrete, metal on glass, metal on wooden workbenches. ''clickclickclickclick''. Whenever I try to sleep, it is there | + | '''WHAT'S BEEN KEEPING YOU AWAKE?''' An incessant arrhythmic clicking sound coming from the garage below my room. Metal on metal, metal on concrete, metal on glass, metal on wooden workbenches. ''clickclickclickclick''. Whenever I try to sleep, it is there. |
'''WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO YOU?''' I was taking apart the carburetor on a Ford Torino when shards of shadow, hard as metal, intangible as the night, came swarming out of the engine, flying in my face, and then vanishing about the garage. | '''WHAT JUST HAPPENED TO YOU?''' I was taking apart the carburetor on a Ford Torino when shards of shadow, hard as metal, intangible as the night, came swarming out of the engine, flying in my face, and then vanishing about the garage. | ||
− | '''WHAT'S ON THE SURFACE?''' Medium build guy with a partially shaved head | + | '''WHAT'S ON THE SURFACE?''' Medium build guy with a partially shaved head and neck tattoos with a service professional voice and smile that both could have gone to Harvard. They never falter until I give them ''permission'' to falter. |
− | '''WHAT LIES BENEATH?''' Fraying filters and an ever deepening chasm of pure exhaustion and mounting frustration | + | '''WHAT LIES BENEATH?''' Fraying filters and an ever deepening chasm of pure exhaustion and mounting frustration and this gibbering laughter that seems to come from everywhere and nowhere inside me at once. |
'''WHAT IS YOUR PATH?''' I like to set things right. I fix things when I can, but the skills that make me effective at that are the same skills that make me effective at breaking things that are whole. I prefer to set things right. | '''WHAT IS YOUR PATH?''' I like to set things right. I fix things when I can, but the skills that make me effective at that are the same skills that make me effective at breaking things that are whole. I prefer to set things right. |