http://notquitewright.livejournal.com/ (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
notquitewright.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandomtownies2010-05-04 06:39 pm
notquitewright.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2010-05-04 06:39 pm
Entry tags:
Imperial Junke Yard, Tuesday
The poison was nowhere to be seen this morning, but there was also a distinct lack of rattie corpses.
Deciding to assume they were gone, at least for the moment, Marcus settled himself in the shed to finish fixing the radio.
When he tried to leave an hour later, the door wouldn't open. Eyes narrowed, he threw his full weight against it.
Nothing.
Marcus wasn't stupid--there was only one door, so when he'd turned the shed into something useable, he'd also cut a panel* in the roof. It was simple enough to lift it, grab the edge, haul himself out and jump down to the ground.
The door was completely wedged shut, bits of wood and metal jammed under it, and there were tracks of paws and tail in the dirt around the shed.
"Fucking rats." Sad thing was, he wasn't even surprised.
__________________
*IT'S A TRAP!
Deciding to assume they were gone, at least for the moment, Marcus settled himself in the shed to finish fixing the radio.
When he tried to leave an hour later, the door wouldn't open. Eyes narrowed, he threw his full weight against it.
Nothing.
Marcus wasn't stupid--there was only one door, so when he'd turned the shed into something useable, he'd also cut a panel* in the roof. It was simple enough to lift it, grab the edge, haul himself out and jump down to the ground.
The door was completely wedged shut, bits of wood and metal jammed under it, and there were tracks of paws and tail in the dirt around the shed.
"Fucking rats." Sad thing was, he wasn't even surprised.
__________________
*IT'S A TRAP!
Talk to Marcus
Yards of Junk
OOC