When: Day 4, evening
Where: An out of the way area of the parking lot
Status: In progress
Rating: Probably low
Clint had spent the day stealing doors. As one did.
He'd had to fix enough doors for tenants at the building back home that he was pretty good at getting them on and off their hinges. And he'd also learned from just so many things over the years that if you walked around like you knew what you were doing - even carrying motel room doors - people just assumed you knew what you were doing and didn't question too much. So it had mostly been a matter of waiting until people weren't around and stealing their doors, walking off with them, and then coming to get another door. Rinse, lather, repeat. And a break for lunch there in the middle. Honestly, it was a pretty good day's workout.
So now he had a stack of doors, and a pretty decent sized stack too - between room doors and bathroom doors. So, obviously, he was building a Jenga tower out of them in the parking lot. Technically nobody had told him to do that part, but they also hadn't told him not to. It wasn't a particularly good Jenga tower, in that he imagined nobody would really be able to play Jenga with it, but it was something to do with all those doors. And hey, it kept them neatly organized. Which was good, because a bunch of doors strewn around just seemed like a hazard.
Maybe he'd take a nap on the doors when he was done.