fandomtownies | Syndulla Scrap; Tuesday [01/14].

So last week was a bit of a bust, what with everything that was going down and everything, but this week, Wayne was right back to the scrapyard, picking through stuff and keeping things nice and neat and organized and making sure the bitey bits were taken care of, as per usual, and he was having a pretty productive day of it, too, making it through plenty of all the scrap and the metal and the junk, setting aside parts that seemed helpful or useful and tossing whatever was useless into the incinerator.

And then there was always those moments, on days like these, where he then came across something truly awful, took a few seconds to make a disgusted face at it and the world where something like it could actually come to exist, tossed it smartly into the incinerator (even though he had a feeling he might be able to actually get a good twenty, twenty five bucks out of that one), and then decided that was enough scrap picking for the day.

It always got to that point, where he started to feel that some picking just wasn't worth it, and he feared for what he might one day find really hidden in the depths of this place.

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