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Bastion Hallow · 12-30-2011, 03:45 PM

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Word Count → 305 :: Table & Coding © Tammi; This is really sucky but here it is. Figuring that Esme could have stumbled upon him as he was throwing a fit about the stuff not working and wanting to get rid of them as a way to get her gift

The small male had raided some of the other buildings in the area where the slaves were being kept. What he had thought to be an amazing find had turned out to be a but when he simply couldn't get it to work as it should have. He found himself unable to handle the weapon, at least it was assumed that it was a weapon, and it caused him a great amount of frustration. After all he had snatched it before others could just so that he could use it for his job duties. It turned out that such had been a bust.

Bastion really hated it when things didn't go his way and this was no exception. He didn't have anyone to be mad at so he was mad at the utensil itself. He growled and tossed away the odd shaped scythe. "Stupid." The small male grumbled, fussing at the instrument. It really bothered him that something that was so interesting just would not work with him. It was like anything or anyone else that refused to do what he wanted or would not listen to him, he just tossed them away and would have nothing more to do with them.

That is exactly what was happening in this case. The item had pissed him off and now he was just throwing it out. He didn't want it around him any longer and didn't want to see it. It had upset him so much that he absolutely refused to keep it among his other possessions. It was almost as if he thought that it would turn his other items against him and so he had to get rid of it as quick as possible before that could happen. Perhaps it was a silly notion but Bastion did have his own set of odd beliefs.

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