09-02-2009, 01:23 PM
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ooc-ness  The sun shone brightly through the dusty windowpane, which was normally the trigger that woke Lysander up but for once it landed on wooden floor instead of the sleeping brute. Already he was up, had been up for hours, hammering away outside his home. The past few weeks had been spent in solitude, and when anyone had come to his door and sought him out he had pretended to not be home. It was easy, they could knock all they wanted, even call his name like fools, but he only had to keep the door closed and eventually they went away. Not that many came to his door. Lysander had very few friends; or rather he didn’t really have any at all. There were no guys he chummed around with, and very few women stuck around either. Asariel seemed interested, more so than anyone, but purposefully for the past few weeks he had avoided her. Carefully he set another board in place, grabbing for the nails and drowning out any thoughts with the pounding of the hammer. A shelf. Such an easy task, there was no challenge in building such furniture, and worse yet he knew that even if he wasn’t careful and accurate it wouldn’t matter. With buildings, it mattered, they could fall down. With weapons it mattered, the arrow wouldn’t fly straight or the opponent could get the advantage. Even with jewelry it mattered, one did not want to give his sweetheart anything faulty. This shelf did not matter, but he was lining his back wall with it, deciding that the empty cabin with the trick flooring was getting a bit dull. The whole back wall would be shelving, and then he would display what? Lysander wasn’t sure, but he would think of something good. Reaching for another nail in the small tin bucket, his hand came up empty and sighing he went back into the cabin. Gently pulling up the right floorboard he rummaged through his store of tools and found that indeed his supply of nails had been exhausted. How thoughtless and careless he had been. He’d have to venture out. He could find more in Halifax, though probably there were some in Phoenix Valley too. Somewhere. Of course, that meant he had to chance running into her. Well it would be quicker, just to run to one of the marinas and check around there. The docks were always in need of repair, as were railings and unless already they had been raided it meant he’d find nails. He’d be back to his own home before any real time had passed. Deciding to risk it, Lysander set off due south, Mirror Lakes Villa wasn’t too far south and the marinas were right on the outskirts of the village. Surely he could avoid her for the next half hour or so. Surely. |
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