Jimmy Rhoades (poizonous) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-09-22 01:05:00 |
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Current location: | Hamartia 405 |
Entry tags: | kaylee, poison ivy |
Who: Jimmy and Winnie
What: Services Rendered: Locksmithing; introductions.
Where: Hamartia 405
When: after this
Warnings: Nothing particularly warn-worthy, just J's usual disclaimers.
Progress. This was good. Getting the locks fixed was the first step to reestablishing his private empire.
Jimmy couldn't help but pace from the door to the back of the apartment and back as he waited. He was coming off a high: one, he was grouchy; two: he was bordering on tweaking; three: he was feeling more paranoid than usual. The fact that he was in a spot of complete vulnerability was getting to him more than usual- thus, the pacing.
Not that he hadn't done his level best to secure the place in the meantime. Lacking in actual chain he'd managed to fashion a bit of rope from some of the byproducts of some of his choicer herbal offerings. It was a sad excuse for a security system, but it was the best he could manage under the circumstances- it was either that or pile up all of his worldly possessions in front of the door. But that sounded an awful lot like work, and he wasn't keen on the idea at the moment.
So he was settling with hemp-lock. He'd wrapped the cord around the door handle before securing each of the free ends to either side of the surrounding wall.
It was the saddest looking lock ever. No question.
He heard a knock and peeked through the peephole to see a girl standing in the hallway- god, he hoped it was his makeshift locksmith. "Just a second," he called, before setting to work freeing the door and finally opening it just wide enough to peek his head out.