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on_her_korhal) wrote2007-09-01 10:33 pm
on_her_korhal) wrote2007-09-01 10:33 pm
25 Unicorn Street, Saturday Evening
It was getting dark, her arms were heavy of dragging all of this weaponry around all day, and Kerrigan had yet to encounter any kind of barracks or the like. She could've gone to the hotel, of course, but she wasn't exactly certain on the going rate for minerals on this particular world and she was loath to explore the possibility unless she absolutely had to.
However, luck seemed to be on her side. She strode by 25 Unicorn Lane the first time around, but quickly backed up. There were cobwebs. A lot of them. No lights on inside. Actually, it looked pretty much abandoned. She knocked on the door just to make sure.
Nothing.
Well, until she got her head around all of this teaching stuff, she would need a place to stay, and nobody seemed to be occupying this one at the moment. And it's not like it was marked 'For Sale' or anything, so she did what any sane person would do:
She kicked the door in.
It was only a few more paces into the house that she came to a stop. A little colorful ball hit her foot with a mild thud. She looked up at the hole in the ceiling, then back to the balls. There was a pit. A pit full of balls.
"A fixer-upper, then." She could deal with that. She closed the door behind her, spent about three minutes removing guns from various places, and placed them... wherever guns could be placed.
She wandered by the bedrooms. Weird. Weird. ...Guns.
Guns. She grinned faintly - even if there may have been a sense of bitterness about the whole thing. Felt like home already.
[ establishy; 25 unicorn broken into with permission from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mouthy_merc ]
However, luck seemed to be on her side. She strode by 25 Unicorn Lane the first time around, but quickly backed up. There were cobwebs. A lot of them. No lights on inside. Actually, it looked pretty much abandoned. She knocked on the door just to make sure.
Nothing.
Well, until she got her head around all of this teaching stuff, she would need a place to stay, and nobody seemed to be occupying this one at the moment. And it's not like it was marked 'For Sale' or anything, so she did what any sane person would do:
She kicked the door in.
It was only a few more paces into the house that she came to a stop. A little colorful ball hit her foot with a mild thud. She looked up at the hole in the ceiling, then back to the balls. There was a pit. A pit full of balls.
"A fixer-upper, then." She could deal with that. She closed the door behind her, spent about three minutes removing guns from various places, and placed them... wherever guns could be placed.
She wandered by the bedrooms. Weird. Weird. ...Guns.
Guns. She grinned faintly - even if there may have been a sense of bitterness about the whole thing. Felt like home already.
[ establishy; 25 unicorn broken into with permission from
mouthy_merc ]