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@&#&$After returning from the expedition to Halifax, he'd commandeered the old shed from their last war--the one in which Firefly had been held captive. After several failed attempts to pull the correct numerical sequence up from the depths of his brain, he managed to disengage the combination lock that was still left in place from over a year ago. He'd slipped inside to find the keys to the other locks much as he'd left them, moving quickly and quietly so as not to disturb the residents of the old house.
@&#&$For the longest time nobody had lived here--when Halo first moved in, he'd visited less and less with the night of Halloween standing out as the primary exception. Technically they all had a right to come and go as they wished, but the young woman hadn't been thrilled about the huge party rolling in and it didn't take a lot of imagination to figure out why. Now that Cotl, Marik, and Cassius had taken up residence here as well, it felt less like an invasion of privacy.
@&#&$With Alacrity holed up in his den and the trees too stiff and brittle from the winter temperatures, he'd recently found this place to be a practical work out spot, too. The gates would not snap under his weight during pull-ups or push-ups as the bough of an oak might. He'd found himself stopping by with greater regularity; most recently he'd been caught by Mason screwing around on the ice. At present he was not so concerned with exercise or play, however.
@&#&$The extra keys jingled around his neck and he decided he'd have to find some way to keep them separated. The soft tinks were no better than dog tags on a collar--they did nothing for stealth, but he liked having the garage door key on hand at all times. Now he wanted to keep those to the storage shed on his person, too.
@&#&$Inside the shed he'd stashed the spoils of his trip--numerous lengths of PVC pipe, some lumber, a bucket of screws, a bucket of nails, an old hand drill with an assortment of bits, two hammers, a mallet, a tape measure, a handsaw with several spare blades, a screw driver, and several hundred square metres of plastic sheeting. (With all the energy he'd drained bringing these things back, it was no wonder construction hadn't commenced immediately.)
@&#&$Now, though, it was time. He'd had time to rest and eat, and due to the intensity of his everyday exercises he recovered rather quickly. He took the tape measure and his book first, flipping through the pages and setting it down on a broad rock with a smaller one on top to keep his place. He looked for a flat open plot of land and measured out what he considered to be reasonable dimensions, marking the corners with twigs. He then went back to the shed and cross-checked what he'd need against his supplies--maybe he'd have to go a little smaller.
@&#&$One ear fell back and he glanced back up at the old brick structure; maybe having a piece of paper and a pen would make these calculations easier. He started to make his way back towards the front door--surely he'd find something useful inside.
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@&#&$For the longest time nobody had lived here--when Halo first moved in, he'd visited less and less with the night of Halloween standing out as the primary exception. Technically they all had a right to come and go as they wished, but the young woman hadn't been thrilled about the huge party rolling in and it didn't take a lot of imagination to figure out why. Now that Cotl, Marik, and Cassius had taken up residence here as well, it felt less like an invasion of privacy.
@&#&$With Alacrity holed up in his den and the trees too stiff and brittle from the winter temperatures, he'd recently found this place to be a practical work out spot, too. The gates would not snap under his weight during pull-ups or push-ups as the bough of an oak might. He'd found himself stopping by with greater regularity; most recently he'd been caught by Mason screwing around on the ice. At present he was not so concerned with exercise or play, however.
@&#&$The extra keys jingled around his neck and he decided he'd have to find some way to keep them separated. The soft tinks were no better than dog tags on a collar--they did nothing for stealth, but he liked having the garage door key on hand at all times. Now he wanted to keep those to the storage shed on his person, too.
@&#&$Inside the shed he'd stashed the spoils of his trip--numerous lengths of PVC pipe, some lumber, a bucket of screws, a bucket of nails, an old hand drill with an assortment of bits, two hammers, a mallet, a tape measure, a handsaw with several spare blades, a screw driver, and several hundred square metres of plastic sheeting. (With all the energy he'd drained bringing these things back, it was no wonder construction hadn't commenced immediately.)
@&#&$Now, though, it was time. He'd had time to rest and eat, and due to the intensity of his everyday exercises he recovered rather quickly. He took the tape measure and his book first, flipping through the pages and setting it down on a broad rock with a smaller one on top to keep his place. He looked for a flat open plot of land and measured out what he considered to be reasonable dimensions, marking the corners with twigs. He then went back to the shed and cross-checked what he'd need against his supplies--maybe he'd have to go a little smaller.
@&#&$One ear fell back and he glanced back up at the old brick structure; maybe having a piece of paper and a pen would make these calculations easier. He started to make his way back towards the front door--surely he'd find something useful inside.
mall-caps;font-weight:bold;text-align:right; border-top:1px solid #AB360D">SoSuWriMo +549