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fandomtownies2010-04-29 09:42 pm
notquitewright.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2010-04-29 09:42 pm
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Imperial Junke Yard, Thursday
Marcus had stolen a lot of stuff in his life, but this was the first time he'd ever stolen a job. Far as he could tell, though, it's what had happened.
He'd never actually told anyone he worked here, wasn't his fault if they assumed it, but now it seemed he did. There was an envelope--smudged with grease and bearing the junkyard's name and address--sitting on the crate in the shed, his name scrawled on it in barely legible handwriting. Inside? Cash, and a bit of paper with his name on it and the hours he'd spent down here. He'd never actually had a job before (at least, nothing legal), but he recognised a paycheck when he saw one.
He stared at it for a minute, then pocketed it. Money was money, however it got to him.
He'd never actually told anyone he worked here, wasn't his fault if they assumed it, but now it seemed he did. There was an envelope--smudged with grease and bearing the junkyard's name and address--sitting on the crate in the shed, his name scrawled on it in barely legible handwriting. Inside? Cash, and a bit of paper with his name on it and the hours he'd spent down here. He'd never actually had a job before (at least, nothing legal), but he recognised a paycheck when he saw one.
He stared at it for a minute, then pocketed it. Money was money, however it got to him.