February 9th, 2009

RP for lipstickandaxes

Rowan carefully tacked a corner of the bedsheet to the outside wall of the workshop, shivering at a light breeze that ruffled through his hair and made the far corners of the sheet flap and flutter. It was a shame that he couldn't do this inside, but the workshop's shelves and somewhat uneven walls made that pretty much impossible. If he wanted to go through with his entire plan, he was going to have to work on each piece in accordance with a strict deadline. He didn't have much time as it was, and there were lives at stake.

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