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fandomtownies2010-05-14 10:49 pm
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Imperial Junke Yard, Friday
Once more, Marcus was in the shed. Today he wasn't staring at nothing. No, today he was methodically breaking down, cleaning and reassembling the guns Kyle had given him.
There were a lot of them, and it was going to take him awhile, but for the first time since he'd woken up on this island he was content. For Marcus, this was as close as he was ever going to get to meditation: calm, simple repetitive actions that his hands could do without his mind ever getting involved.
Plus being armed again brought with it its own peace of mind.
[Knock if you want Marcus; mod the junkyard if you don't! I'll be around in the evening.]
There were a lot of them, and it was going to take him awhile, but for the first time since he'd woken up on this island he was content. For Marcus, this was as close as he was ever going to get to meditation: calm, simple repetitive actions that his hands could do without his mind ever getting involved.
Plus being armed again brought with it its own peace of mind.
[Knock if you want Marcus; mod the junkyard if you don't! I'll be around in the evening.]