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fandomtownies2010-05-03 05:09 pm
notquitewright.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2010-05-03 05:09 pm
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Imperial Junke Yard, Monday
Marcus was back at the junkyard this morning, a paper bag in one hand.
Walking around, he began to hear the rats. As he tracked the sound, which moved with him, almost as if they were running away, he realised he could smell them. He knew what rats smelled like; it was something you never forgot.
Eventually, he cornered them in one spot: an old, upended, wooden wheeled carriage*. Quick and efficient, Marcus laid down a circle of poison bait around it.
Rats were rapidly gaining on the island for position of 'thing he was least fond of'.
_____________________
*IT'S A TRAP!
Walking around, he began to hear the rats. As he tracked the sound, which moved with him, almost as if they were running away, he realised he could smell them. He knew what rats smelled like; it was something you never forgot.
Eventually, he cornered them in one spot: an old, upended, wooden wheeled carriage*. Quick and efficient, Marcus laid down a circle of poison bait around it.
Rats were rapidly gaining on the island for position of 'thing he was least fond of'.
_____________________
*IT'S A TRAP!
Talk to Marcus
Yards of Junk
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