06-14-2020, 11:33 PM
The junkyard was not a place that Alaric tended to frequent. If you asked him, it was called a junkyard for a reason, and a damn good one too — the stuff that went into it was, well, junk, and he doubted that anything of any real value could be found hidden in the piles of scrap that that particular portion of the territory boasted. Some may say that one man's trash is another man's treasure; for Alaric, this could not be farther from the truth.
Nevertheless, he occasionally found himself venturing there on the off chance that he was somehow bored enough to want to go there. Normally he'd sate his boredom by reading a book, but there was only so much entertainment that one could get from a book before they grew jaded and decided to move on to greener pastures — well, in this case, he supposed the rusted metal scraps blanketing the junkyard would make it more of a red pasture. Alaric chuckled to himself lightly at the thought.
Today happened to be one of those days where he had grown tired of just reading. Besides, he could hear some kind of commotion going on at the junkyard, and he was curious as to just what it might be. Blue hues landed upon the larger form of Snarl upon his arrival. She appeared to be moving various metal sheets into a pile in the center of the landfill, and not far from it was a small collection of screws and nails. He recalled, then, that this had been the task that Leroy had assigned to her in order to assist with the camp's reconstruction. The tabby knew Snarl to be more of the solitary, confrontational type, but regardless of this fact he figured he would offer his help. And if she accepted it then he'd finally have something to do instead of sit around and procrastinate doing his own task.
"Mind if I lend a hand?" inquired the male as he closed the distance between himself and the unfriendly hyena. He wasn't quite sure what she would say in response, though.
Nevertheless, he occasionally found himself venturing there on the off chance that he was somehow bored enough to want to go there. Normally he'd sate his boredom by reading a book, but there was only so much entertainment that one could get from a book before they grew jaded and decided to move on to greener pastures — well, in this case, he supposed the rusted metal scraps blanketing the junkyard would make it more of a red pasture. Alaric chuckled to himself lightly at the thought.
Today happened to be one of those days where he had grown tired of just reading. Besides, he could hear some kind of commotion going on at the junkyard, and he was curious as to just what it might be. Blue hues landed upon the larger form of Snarl upon his arrival. She appeared to be moving various metal sheets into a pile in the center of the landfill, and not far from it was a small collection of screws and nails. He recalled, then, that this had been the task that Leroy had assigned to her in order to assist with the camp's reconstruction. The tabby knew Snarl to be more of the solitary, confrontational type, but regardless of this fact he figured he would offer his help. And if she accepted it then he'd finally have something to do instead of sit around and procrastinate doing his own task.
"Mind if I lend a hand?" inquired the male as he closed the distance between himself and the unfriendly hyena. He wasn't quite sure what she would say in response, though.
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