Zane (techno_rapture) wrote in rainbosunnydale, @ 2009-02-23 02:18:00 |
|
|||
Current mood: | aggravated |
Who: Iden and… ? (Open)
What: Just finishing fixing the training room.
Where: The Hotel.
When: Tuesday, August 4th, 2003 -- Mid-day.
Why: Because some of the slayers busted stuff up again.
Rating: ?? Depends on who joins.
Scene: Fade in.
The whirling noise of the power tool would have been ringing through the techno witchs ears if it wasn’t for the Bose ear buds with their signature black and white twirled cord blasting music of her favorite variety, techno! With the final screw being driven in like a hot knife though butter Iden shifted back adjusting the safety goggles before looking over her work carefully. Grabbing a hold the sides of the board carefully she gave it a tug. Holding soundly the piece of wood didn’t budge one bit and she smiled. Work on things like this always cleared her mind and after the events that happened last week, a nice calm mind clearing activity was exactly what she needed. Flipping the tool power to off the youngest watcher carefully stood and slipped the power drill into her carpenters belt before removing the safety goggles from around the pony tail she had pulled her hair back into. Slipping the goggles into the belt as well she glanced around. With a sigh it was obvious she’d need to clean up the mess. Frowning the techno witch quirked a brow.
“They can wait on their training room until I get back from getting a bite to eat. They need to lean to stop wrecking it every other day anyways.” Grumbling Iden sprawled out a note in large letters across a couple sheets of paper in her notebook. Tromping up the steps she slipped into the kitchen, found a spool of tape and attached the note which read:
‘UNDER CONSTRUCTION, NO FURTHER USE UNTIL ALL REPAIRS HAVE BEEN COMPLETED. ~ Iden’
With a heavy sigh Iden ducked down an uninhabited hallway and dumped her tool belt in a storage room before dusting her clothes off and heading back into the parlor. Now the question was, where to go for food? Standing in the large room with the bar she debated silently to her self as eyes absently moved over the room and her mind subconsciously noted the aspects that needed to be fixed. Boy Angel sure left this place in shambles.