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[13 Oct 2009|09:02pm] |
Who: Irene, Open
When: 6 pm
Where: The Last Round
What: Irene needs to do something.
Unable to just stand around in the hospital waiting any more, Irene had excused herself for a few hours and headed back to the bar. Sure, magic had protected the structure of the building, but the things inside of it hadn't been as lucky. And, as she'd found when she arrived, much of the liquor had heated to the point of explosion before Tyson had stopped the blaze.
There was a huge mess to clean up, and it was just what she needed. To do something that would help, that she could visually measure. She rolled up her sleeves and got to work. First, she threw open all the doors and windows, trying to get the scent of burning and booze out of the air. Then, she started picking up the garbage, throwing it in giant trash cans she placed strategically around the room.
It was a mess, even hours later, and she paused to sit in one of the booths, wiping the sweat off her face. She didn't know what to do, how to make any of this better. Gideon might never wake up, might never know his son. The mess in the bar seemed pale in comparison, and she couldn't even fix that, how could she help Gideon? Still, there was only one way to start, and that was just to do it. She pushed herself up and started cleaning again, this time moving even faster, glass clanking loudly within the cans each time she made a deposit. She didn't even noticed when someone darkened the doorway of the bar.
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