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fandomtownies2010-05-11 08:09 pm
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Imperial Junke Yard, Tuesday
Marcus had alot on his mind today.
In fact it was perched on his head. Had been ever since he'd muttered about it in a mildly ungrammatical manner on his way to work. It showed no inclination to leave.
After every irritating thing he'd dealt with on the island, he didn't even bother to get mad at it. There was no point, unlike the thing's claws.
Instead he continued with today's self-appointed task: inventory. He hadn't actually started yet, was just running through a mental list of what he wanted to focus on.
"There's alot of junk here." Talking to dogs was bad enough; now he was talking to randomly appearing hairy creatures. Couldn't be a good sign. "Alot of car parts, alot of wires, alot of old appliances, alot of computers. Alot of garbage, and that's got to go." A small, sad noise interrupted him. Marcus didn't really want to look, he knew it couldn't be anything good, but he did anyway.
A hideously ugly creature, apparently made of garbage, one horn an old bottle, one droopy horn a banana peel, was staring at him with big eyes.
Marcus stared back, then looked past it. There were more of them. All shuffling around, all ugly, all formed from different types of junk. "Right."
He waited a few minutes, giving the island time, but no more appeared. The Alot on his head leaned forward, peering at him. "I guess that's all we get; rest of the weirdness must be earmarked for someone else."
In fact it was perched on his head. Had been ever since he'd muttered about it in a mildly ungrammatical manner on his way to work. It showed no inclination to leave.
After every irritating thing he'd dealt with on the island, he didn't even bother to get mad at it. There was no point, unlike the thing's claws.
Instead he continued with today's self-appointed task: inventory. He hadn't actually started yet, was just running through a mental list of what he wanted to focus on.
"There's alot of junk here." Talking to dogs was bad enough; now he was talking to randomly appearing hairy creatures. Couldn't be a good sign. "Alot of car parts, alot of wires, alot of old appliances, alot of computers. Alot of garbage, and that's got to go." A small, sad noise interrupted him. Marcus didn't really want to look, he knew it couldn't be anything good, but he did anyway.
A hideously ugly creature, apparently made of garbage, one horn an old bottle, one droopy horn a banana peel, was staring at him with big eyes.
Marcus stared back, then looked past it. There were more of them. All shuffling around, all ugly, all formed from different types of junk. "Right."
He waited a few minutes, giving the island time, but no more appeared. The Alot on his head leaned forward, peering at him. "I guess that's all we get; rest of the weirdness must be earmarked for someone else."
Talk to Marcus
Yards of Junk
And alot of Alots.
And now an Alot of Alots.
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I'm so very unavailable, so please mod both junk and Alots should you have need. I just really wanted to write this post!