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fandomtownies2010-06-26 11:08 pm
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Imperial Junke Yard, Saturday
Marcus had fallen asleep in the shed last night, stretched out on the ugliest couch in the world. He hadn't meant to, it had just happened.
And this morning he'd woken to...he didn't even know how to describe it.
He was plastic. He had these weird hands and these weird legs and he walked like a goddamned robot oh and he was made of plastic.
"I hate this fucking island," he muttered and awkwardly walked out into the junkyard to stare out the gate, hoping to see other people suffering from the island's nasty sense of humour. Bad as it was to wake up like this, if it was just him the island hated it would be so much worse.
[And he takes things with such good grace, doesn't he? Open junkyard and yay lego day!]
And this morning he'd woken to...he didn't even know how to describe it.
He was plastic. He had these weird hands and these weird legs and he walked like a goddamned robot oh and he was made of plastic.
"I hate this fucking island," he muttered and awkwardly walked out into the junkyard to stare out the gate, hoping to see other people suffering from the island's nasty sense of humour. Bad as it was to wake up like this, if it was just him the island hated it would be so much worse.
[And he takes things with such good grace, doesn't he? Open junkyard and yay lego day!]