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therewaslife) wrote2011-07-03 05:30 pm
therewaslife) wrote2011-07-03 05:30 pm
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Room 502 | Afternoon | Sunday | July 3
The thunderstorms were keeping Bod inside for today. Yesterday, they hadn't been too bad but he couldn't find any real reason to go out today. He had no errands to run, no food he needed to get and nothing that he really wanted to explore so he decided not to pass up a quiet day in his room.
That eventually turned into organizing his books. And where he'd arrived on the island with just a few small books, he now had enough that boxes were overflowing and he was thinking of investing in a bookshelf. Until then, he was shoving them into his closet, trying to stack them on the top shelf. Poor Bod had no experience really stacking anything because one book too many sent the stack toppling over and right onto himi.
Well, right onto his head more like. Most of them were soft and worn and didn't do much damage though he hadn't counted on one of his thicker books smacking him right above the eye hard enough to daze him and leave an oozing cut.
So, that's where Bod was, holding the spot above his eye and leaning against the side of his closet. Books: a weapon in disguise. Ow.
[Door's mostly closed, post is open and IDEK. I had a long day at work.]
That eventually turned into organizing his books. And where he'd arrived on the island with just a few small books, he now had enough that boxes were overflowing and he was thinking of investing in a bookshelf. Until then, he was shoving them into his closet, trying to stack them on the top shelf. Poor Bod had no experience really stacking anything because one book too many sent the stack toppling over and right onto himi.
Well, right onto his head more like. Most of them were soft and worn and didn't do much damage though he hadn't counted on one of his thicker books smacking him right above the eye hard enough to daze him and leave an oozing cut.
So, that's where Bod was, holding the spot above his eye and leaning against the side of his closet. Books: a weapon in disguise. Ow.
[Door's mostly closed, post is open and IDEK. I had a long day at work.]