Will Stutely (sly_stutely) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2021-01-13 09:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | robin hood, will stutely |
WHO Will Stutely and Robin Hood
WHEN Tuesday 12 January, afternoon
WHERE The Sly Fox / dunny dungeon
WHAT Stoots attempts to bash his emotions with a literal sledgehammer
WARNINGS TBA
He’d always known it was going to be a shit of a job. Marian mightn’t have known the first thing about bricklaying when she’d started down the road of converting the men’s room into a dungeon, but she had always been a quick study and the walls she’d built were three layers thick. It was a lot of bricks to shift, especially when Will was in no fit condition to be doing heavy labour. Still. It was starting to look like progress. With the help of a few of the lads over the past few days, he had chiselled free a good half of the first layer of bricks, and almost as much of the second. The tarp laid on the floor outside the room was now piled high with rubble, the reinforced cell door propped against the wall beside it. (He had also, after disconnecting the plumbing, taken a sledgehammer to the room’s one remaining sink and toilet, reducing them to a fine powder, which hadn’t been strictly necessary but had felt incredibly fucking satisfying.) He’d come in today with a power saw and a determination to see the damned job done, but as was often the case these days, his stupid wasted body had other ideas. By the time he was done scoring the exposed mortar, a trembling ache had set into his muscles and his back was giving him stiff pangs of protest. Will gritted his teeth in frustration and hefted the sledgehammer. If he could do nothing else right, by god, he was going to see this through. The first swing missed its mark, connecting far wide of the score line and with such a pathetic lack of force that it barely chipped the brick. Will heaved the hammer back with a grunt of pure annoyance and swung again. And again. And again. |