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room 227; sunday afternoon
May. 20th, 2012 09:03 amThere wasn't a lot going on in Sam's world today. He'd gotten up after a few hours of sleep, gotten some breakfast and even put a load of laundry in to wash. So, he was feeling productive which was a rare thing for a slacker like Sam.
Now, the laundry was done and still shoved in his hamper, his cereal bowl was empty and sitting on his desk and Sam was, once again, fiddling with a skateboard. This wasn't his though. He'd taken a few skateboards home from the shop to put in some extra work since he hadn't been doing much else lately with Natalie out of town.
The parts were spread out over the bed and Sam was bent over a deck, trying to repair a crack without replacing the entire deck. It was a pretty futile thing but he was determined to try at least.
[Door cracked, post open!]
Now, the laundry was done and still shoved in his hamper, his cereal bowl was empty and sitting on his desk and Sam was, once again, fiddling with a skateboard. This wasn't his though. He'd taken a few skateboards home from the shop to put in some extra work since he hadn't been doing much else lately with Natalie out of town.
The parts were spread out over the bed and Sam was bent over a deck, trying to repair a crack without replacing the entire deck. It was a pretty futile thing but he was determined to try at least.
[Door cracked, post open!]
