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fandomtownies2006-06-21 10:06 am
Junkyard, after workshops Wednesday
Tyler leaned against a tree in a clearing on the edge of the junkyard, fingering the fireworks in his pockets a little nervously as he waited for River.
He had dragged over a beaten, overstuffed chair and rimmed the clearing with rocks. He even remembered swim goggles.
After all, safety does come first.
[OOC: Mostly for River, but open if anyone else has a reason to be in the junkyard.]
He had dragged over a beaten, overstuffed chair and rimmed the clearing with rocks. He even remembered swim goggles.
After all, safety does come first.
[OOC: Mostly for River, but open if anyone else has a reason to be in the junkyard.]

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The sergant in charge looked around in confusion from the rubble to two teenagers. "What's the meaning of this?"
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"Hi, um, officer. I was just ... disposing of this .... chair."
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Attempting to look serious, Tyler grabbed for River's hand. "Let's run?" he half-whispered, and took off, trying to drag her along.
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"Just chase them out of the junkyard," The sergeant ordered. After all they were just kids and getting chased that far would be enough of a scare.
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