Imperial Junke Yard, Friday
The gates were open, the sign advising passers-by that the fixing of things could be obtained within was hanging on a gate post, and there were...sounds coming from deep inside the rather-more-than-a-yard of junk.
Loud sounds. Banging sounds. Crashing and resounding thumping sounds, with definite metallic overtones.
Almost as if someone might be ever-so-slightly irritated and taking it out on the innocent and abandoned detritus of Fandom. Possibly with a hammer.
[Junkyard is open, Marcus is cranky, I will be around in the afternoon.]
Loud sounds. Banging sounds. Crashing and resounding thumping sounds, with definite metallic overtones.
Almost as if someone might be ever-so-slightly irritated and taking it out on the innocent and abandoned detritus of Fandom. Possibly with a hammer.
[Junkyard is open, Marcus is cranky, I will be around in the afternoon.]