[Center][color=00aeef][b]Brandy Brooks - Sandy Coves - Late morning/ early afternoon [/b][/color][/center]


Brandy just shied away a little bit, letting the Archie and Celeste speak. The one man who introduced himself she remembered from the diner last night. During a brief pause Brandy waved at him, “Hi Adam, I'm Brandy, not sure if I introduced myself last night, I had a little beer buzz.” She listened as the bigger man said Dr. Arthur was in need of supplies, she put a finger over her mouth in thought. She didn't have much, and from what she remembered the Dr. looked pretty worn out in the diner.

Frieda jumped in and offered to negotiate on Celeste's behalf with Dr. Arthur, "Well, all right!" Freida looked at Brandy and smiled. "See you later. Why don't we meet at the diner for some dinner? My treat."

“Oh, that sounds good. I'll see you later then.” It was quiet for a brief second, so Brandy took the opportunity to ask a quick question, “I noticed a few things outside, Celeste, can I look at the wheelchairs that I saw? Maybe I can clean and fix them up for the doctor.”

Archie floated near Brandy, she reached out and touched his metal body and studied him as he spoke, “Miss Brandy, I took the liberty of disposing the rubbish outside. There are many items that could potentially be repurposed. Except, well...the skeletons of course. Perhaps manager Celeste would allow you, and Mr. Wilford to peruse through the rubbish if you so choose.” Celeste gave a nod of approval.

“Great, thank you so much. If I'm lucky I will find more wood to fix up stuff around town. I'm going to go and have a look and see if I can find some stuff.” Brandy walked out into the Salem sun, she saw Frieda and the large man heading to the clinic. She dug through the edges of the pile, she found three wheelchairs, one seemed ok and just needed a cleaning. The second one needed a front wheel, and the thirds was missing the seat, [i]awesome, that one can be for spare parts. [/i] She then picked up a bed pan and sat it aside.

She took the operational wheelchair and carefully stacked the others on to it after folding them up, but it was still a tipsy load. It didn't take long for her to work up a little sweat. The road was still in disrepair and she had to keep catching the two stacked chairs from falling.

“G’morning kiddo,” Waylon startled her as she pushed and pulled the chairs by S&W, “ Need a hand?”

Brandy pushed some hair aside, “Sure, just taking these home to clean them up and fix one of the broken ones for Dr. Arthur.”

“Yeah, after Eliza got brought in last night, I bet Shelby could use one to push her around.” He noticed Brandy's inquisitive look, “Shelby is at the clinic, her girlfriend was carried in, she was in bad shape.”

“[i]OH NO [/i],” Brandy gasped, “I guess it's a good thing Celeste let me have these chairs then. I'm going to give Dr. Arthur some moonshine and glue too. The shine to clean the wounds, the glue can be used instead of stitches in smaller cuts.”

Waylon nodded, “Good idea, let's get your projects home then. I was heading to the diner to grab some grub.”

They arrived at Brandy's place, “Thanks Waylon, I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, if ya need a hand later give me a holler.”

“Alright, see you later,” Brandy fetched her tools and some Abraxo cleaner then a pail of water. She cleaned the wheelchairs up, some spots required some serious scrubbing. She took the wheel off the parts chair and installed it on the second, now good chair. She went inside and grabbed her oil can and lubed up all the bearings and bushings then pushed the two chairs around to make sure they worked well. Satisfied with her handy work, she went to her basement and brought up two mason jars of moonshine, four towels, and three wash clothes. She loaded them into a small crate and went back for two bottles of glue and two larger crates. She wheeled one chair to the clinic and returned home and brought the second chair. She walked inside and saw the large man standing there, the woman from the diner earlier was laying on a bed.

Brandy quietly looked around for the doctor, she didn't see him, nor did she just want to go looking for Shelby without asking him first. She pushed one wheelchair somewhat close to the injured woman on the first floor, then pushed the second one up in front of the pulpit. She took one large crate and placed it at the foot of the bed the woman was laying on, “For you to put your things in,” she whispered and smiled. She took the second large crate and sat it next to the wheelchair by the pulpit, neatly stacking the crate with supplies and the clean bedpan on top. She picked up a Bible and sat in an old, weathered pew and read while waiting quietly for Dr. Arthur.