I'll be strong, I'll be wrong
Characters: Honor/Alanna (healing_death) and whoever drops by
Date/Time: Mar 17, ~5:00PM - ~9:00PM
Location: Weapon's Stall
Rating: Uh... We'll say G for now
Summary: Looking for a weapon? Want your current weapon fixed? C'mon down to the Weapon's Stall!
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It was a strange sort of habit she had fallen into. Guard duty from post-Breakfast to just before dinner, manning the Weapon's Stall until dark, and then going home, reading the journals, and passing out onto her bed. Extra time when guard duty overlapped was split between repairing weapons and attending Medical Island in an attempt to help the more severely injured. When she couldn't sleep, she cleaned the house, polished her weapon, and made sure everything was in working order. Every night she was exhausted, which probably helped to ensure she slept deeply and was able to continue the rough workaholic schedule.
She had no qualms about the lack of personal time. Honor rarely did anything with the time anyway, except find something else to do. She detested being without something to do. So she let herself sit at the chair behind the counter, carefully sharpening the blade of a knife, occasionally shoving the pieces of hair back away from her face when they fell into her eyes. The girl, who for all purposes, still dressed like a boy, sat calmly, analyzing her weapon in fine detail.
After all, she would never sell to a customer a weapon she'd never use herself.
[ooc: Please put the time in your subject and add your own tags. ♥ Thanks!]
Date/Time: Mar 17, ~5:00PM - ~9:00PM
Location: Weapon's Stall
Rating: Uh... We'll say G for now
Summary: Looking for a weapon? Want your current weapon fixed? C'mon down to the Weapon's Stall!
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It was a strange sort of habit she had fallen into. Guard duty from post-Breakfast to just before dinner, manning the Weapon's Stall until dark, and then going home, reading the journals, and passing out onto her bed. Extra time when guard duty overlapped was split between repairing weapons and attending Medical Island in an attempt to help the more severely injured. When she couldn't sleep, she cleaned the house, polished her weapon, and made sure everything was in working order. Every night she was exhausted, which probably helped to ensure she slept deeply and was able to continue the rough workaholic schedule.
She had no qualms about the lack of personal time. Honor rarely did anything with the time anyway, except find something else to do. She detested being without something to do. So she let herself sit at the chair behind the counter, carefully sharpening the blade of a knife, occasionally shoving the pieces of hair back away from her face when they fell into her eyes. The girl, who for all purposes, still dressed like a boy, sat calmly, analyzing her weapon in fine detail.
After all, she would never sell to a customer a weapon she'd never use herself.
[ooc: Please put the time in your subject and add your own tags. ♥ Thanks!]