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 Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 8:29 pm
Around the Northern part of the Island, a hut stands on top of a rocky hill. It is made of bamboo rods strewn together into weaves and overlayed until it isn't flimsy. The interior is small, yet big enough, and suits a bed, bedside table, bookshelf, and of course, a small garage. However, it may expand in the future.
People that live here:
- A-T [Unknown-Figure1]
- Not enough space
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 9:22 pm
A-T pulls up into his personal parking garage and opens the door. He is at his hut on Corsair Isle. Although small, flameable, and wobbley, the hut is only A-Ts residence for when he isn't bounty hunting. Locking up the door of his car, A-T walks back out and enters the hut, taking in the sweet air of wood as he walked in. " Beautiful island indeed it is. Prehaps I should unpack. After all, it is a good thing that I have stumbled upon a permit to take residency here," A-T says to himself as he examines the walls for any holes, and the rooftop for any faults in its weavery proccess it had been done to mend together. Satisfied, he then walks back out to the trunk of his car and comes back minutes later with two bags filled with pieces to the bed.
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2007 9:32 pm
A-T pulls out two iron bed rods and aligns them to the best he can, then extends them through the interlocking mechasm. After snapping both of them in place, A-T lays them to the upright position and pulls out another pair of smaller twin rods, doing the same mathematics and extending to them, then lays them down aligning them as well as the lengthy rods. " Aye. I got the base frame done now.. For the least..." He mutters to himself as he wipes a drop of sweat off his forehead. A-T pulls out a bag of screws and a screw driver then fuses the four pieces together, lastly putting in a lenthy fifth rod so that the frame won't swivel and be flimsy. " Almost there..." He then pulls out a foldable, and inflatable, air mattress. " Damn it. I don't got an air pump. Gotta go get one from my enclave.... Later on....." He utters as he zips up his bags and places them in one corner. " Wait. All of them are for inflating tires only, not air mattresses." He spats out as he sits down criss-crossed, leaning against the woody wall.
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 8:39 am
A-T slides even lower against the wall in frusteration. " Well. I guess that I can inflate it- by mouth..." He concludes as he unzipped the bags and unfolded the air mattress. A-T slowly huffs then blows into the inflation hole.
Man. This is going to take a while, he thought as the air mattress started to swell up in some points along the ends and part of the inner inflatable. A-T stops for several minutes to take a rest as to save the strength for the next, many, minutes... He resumes blowing into the mattress. It was now half-way inflated, enough if one wanted to slouch in a not-so-strong strengthed situation. He stops again, not from exhaustion but for some lunch. Grabbing a paper bag, A-T pulls out a fresh ham and cheese sandwhich and takes a bite into the juicy layers of meat and cheese...
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2007 2:38 pm
A-T takes another bite into the sandwhich, then realizing that he was done for the day, he hops into his car and zooms off to a... hidden parking area for his X-wing... Moments later, a ship slowly aclimbs into the sky and rises higher as slow, yet effiecent as possible.
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