luke searley ♘ d10 cb

> Things ain't as simple as they used to be, but you're getting okay with it. 

Canyon Luke is as straight forward as they come: he goes to school, he goes to work, he takes his smoke break and he goes home again. A boy of routine, he has a habit of fixing things. Something breaks, you mess with it until it works again and you learn something along the way. Like any old Searley he's good with his hands, slowly collecting callouses over the last two years of work. 

They've got the victor village now, but Luke's still always in that dusty garage. He's a car mechanic by trade, a small but growing business, but even when he's off the clock he's tearing old vehicles apart and salvaging the good of it. The old home's garage is his storage unit these days now that Andal's done moved all his junk out, now it's all spare tires, radio dashes and broken head lights. 

How do you sleep in the same house as a monster? As it turns out, pretty easily. 

It's hard to watch your brother kill a few people on television; Andal came back, but he came back all sorts of different. Luke's got a hard time looking him in the eyes knowing what he's been through - as it turns out, you can't fix everything. Some days, on the quiet ones, they'll still tinker around in silence in that old garage, but they're fewer and fewer. Instead, it's mostly Luke and his car now, so busy with getting away from it all.