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fandomtownies2018-07-27 08:34 am
uncertain_dume) wrote in fandomtownies2018-07-27 08:34 am
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An Abandoned Warehouse, Friday Afternoon
Between the heat and the rain, Kanan had finally, finally given in, this week. He'd sent a text around to all of his park usuals to let them know that today he was going to be doing some training indoors, in the shade, out of the rain. And then he'd gone on a hunt for an appropriate venue for that training, finding himself down by the warehouses.
... That would do. It only took him a few minutes to pry the boards free from a doorway that looked as though it hadn't been disturbed in some time, and another few minutes to look around to make sure the place was more or less structurally sound and the floor wasn't covered in rodent crap or rusty nails or anything.
So his morning was spent pushing crates and shelving around using the Force, even though he could have easily gone to borrow a hover-loader from Hera or something, and arranging them into some semblance of order so that people could move around fairly freely in the open space left behind in the middle of the room. He'd taken a break somewhere in all of that to go outside with his lightsaber and score a mark in the wet wood of the warehouse door - a swooping arc with the open end pointed upwards, a line down the middle - and then sent a photo of it and the directions to the warehouse to his usual Friday crew.
... He wasn't an artist. It looked a little bit like he'd tried to draw a bird foot and had given up partway. But a mark was a mark, and that one was at least distinctive enough that people would notice it if they were looking to find him.
And then he settled in to train with his lightsaber, enjoying the shade and the dry and the stacks of crates to leap around on while he waited to see if anyone would show.
[OOC: ... He was long overdue for an indoor training space. Open to the usual crew or anyone who might wander into a warehouse!]
... That would do. It only took him a few minutes to pry the boards free from a doorway that looked as though it hadn't been disturbed in some time, and another few minutes to look around to make sure the place was more or less structurally sound and the floor wasn't covered in rodent crap or rusty nails or anything.
So his morning was spent pushing crates and shelving around using the Force, even though he could have easily gone to borrow a hover-loader from Hera or something, and arranging them into some semblance of order so that people could move around fairly freely in the open space left behind in the middle of the room. He'd taken a break somewhere in all of that to go outside with his lightsaber and score a mark in the wet wood of the warehouse door - a swooping arc with the open end pointed upwards, a line down the middle - and then sent a photo of it and the directions to the warehouse to his usual Friday crew.
... He wasn't an artist. It looked a little bit like he'd tried to draw a bird foot and had given up partway. But a mark was a mark, and that one was at least distinctive enough that people would notice it if they were looking to find him.
And then he settled in to train with his lightsaber, enjoying the shade and the dry and the stacks of crates to leap around on while he waited to see if anyone would show.
[OOC: ... He was long overdue for an indoor training space. Open to the usual crew or anyone who might wander into a warehouse!]