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fandomtownies2010-09-11 07:13 pm
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Imperial Junke Yard, Saturday
The junkyard was a riot of colour today.
No, it hadn't been covered in multi-hued graffiti, nor had the various bits of junk spontaneously transformed into junk-of-many-colours, nor had a passing rainbow fallen from the sky, splashing itself across the yard.
The cause was much simpler than that: the junkyard was full of butterflies. Ridiculously ornate, candy-coloured, curly-winged butterflies, swooping and dancing and fluttering about the place.
It was all very pretty.
It was all too much for Marcus. He took one look at the latest infestation and decided the junkyard could manage itself today. Once the gates were unlocked, he went and found something far less cheerful with which to occupy himself.
[My head has an ache, so the junkyard has moddability.]
No, it hadn't been covered in multi-hued graffiti, nor had the various bits of junk spontaneously transformed into junk-of-many-colours, nor had a passing rainbow fallen from the sky, splashing itself across the yard.
The cause was much simpler than that: the junkyard was full of butterflies. Ridiculously ornate, candy-coloured, curly-winged butterflies, swooping and dancing and fluttering about the place.
It was all very pretty.
It was all too much for Marcus. He took one look at the latest infestation and decided the junkyard could manage itself today. Once the gates were unlocked, he went and found something far less cheerful with which to occupy himself.
[My head has an ache, so the junkyard has moddability.]