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Imperial Junkyard, Thursday morning
For a change, Walter was only there for a workout and not violence therapy. He'd found another part of the junkyard that looked like it could use some clearing and was starting some wire practice.
His ribs complained at first, but once he was warmed up, he didn't notice, lost in a dance of precise destruction that was as close to meditation as he was likely to ever get.
[ooc: Open, but the sounds of falling metal and whipping wire would hopefully alert your character to walk cautiously before walking in where Walter's "working." I don't want him to cut any precious bits off of anyone.]
His ribs complained at first, but once he was warmed up, he didn't notice, lost in a dance of precise destruction that was as close to meditation as he was likely to ever get.
[ooc: Open, but the sounds of falling metal and whipping wire would hopefully alert your character to walk cautiously before walking in where Walter's "working." I don't want him to cut any precious bits off of anyone.]
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Better.
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She reached over with her foot and slid a few other balls closer to her. There might even be a bowling pin or two in the pile.
How'd those get there?"
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Unfortunately, he misjudged the first one when it came down and it continued through the wires he'd set to catch it and down to the ground in several pieces.
He scowled and adjusted slightly, taking up a rather rounded pattern keeping the other two in the air.
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