A Secluded Clearing in the Woods, Sunday Afternoon (NFB)
Tyler gently set down the computer monitor he had hauled back from the Imperial Junk Yard. His muscles were sore from carrying it so far, but he figured he would have privacy and time to work this far back in the woods.
It was time for a tiny bit of controlled mayhem. Just to keep himself in practice. Just in case he ever needed it.
Biting a lip in concentration, he reached into his backpack and retrieved a long extension cord and small generator, a liter of gasoline and a battery-powered drill. Going slowly so as not to crack the screen, he began to carefully drill through the plastic encasing of the monitor.
[OOC: NFB. Locked to someone who knows who she is.]
It was time for a tiny bit of controlled mayhem. Just to keep himself in practice. Just in case he ever needed it.
Biting a lip in concentration, he reached into his backpack and retrieved a long extension cord and small generator, a liter of gasoline and a battery-powered drill. Going slowly so as not to crack the screen, he began to carefully drill through the plastic encasing of the monitor.
[OOC: NFB. Locked to someone who knows who she is.]