74 Godiva Street, Tuesday Afternoon
Sep. 3rd, 2013 06:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fjordicswaggerJob didn't start until later this week, the only thing Tamsin owned was her car, and that had already started smelling like dead fish. So, she wondered, what was a poor, homeless Valkyrie to do with herself?
As it turned out, what a poor, homeless Valkyrie was gonna do was grab a crowbar, head over to the least busy part of the island, and go to town on a random front door. (Okay, not random. She knew nobody lived there. You could tell by the cobwebs and the general absence of any hint of fear, small or large.) Once indoors, she grabbed an old chair and ripped the arms off - an hour later she had a nice, pre-1900s-style lock to keep her broken front door shut.
"This place isn't even so bad," she mused, dusting her hands off and taking a gander around the room. "A few more dead rodents and it might even be homey."
Actually, just finding a shelf to put some booze on would help. Yep. Mission number two, coming up.
[[ mostly establishy, unless you have a reason to be here ]]
As it turned out, what a poor, homeless Valkyrie was gonna do was grab a crowbar, head over to the least busy part of the island, and go to town on a random front door. (Okay, not random. She knew nobody lived there. You could tell by the cobwebs and the general absence of any hint of fear, small or large.) Once indoors, she grabbed an old chair and ripped the arms off - an hour later she had a nice, pre-1900s-style lock to keep her broken front door shut.
"This place isn't even so bad," she mused, dusting her hands off and taking a gander around the room. "A few more dead rodents and it might even be homey."
Actually, just finding a shelf to put some booze on would help. Yep. Mission number two, coming up.
[[ mostly establishy, unless you have a reason to be here ]]
