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derek hale:
Oct. 16th, 2014 02:36 pmTimed: October 7th, 2014
The farmhouse is worse than Malia had expected. There are bits of wall rotted out, and she needs an entire new door for the back. The hinges on the cellar door are rusty, too, but she doesn't know where to get replacements for those.
She chases a family of raccoons out of one of the second floor bedrooms, snarling as they chatter at her. They left their stinky musk all around the room, and ruined the mattress. She grabs it and drags it downstairs and out the front door with a little grimace.
"Ugh," she mumbles. She brushes her hands together and shakes them, like she can shake the scent off. "Gotta add that to the list," she tells herself.
Resolved, she pulls her hair back and ties it into a messy bun at the back of her head. She can do this.
The farmhouse is worse than Malia had expected. There are bits of wall rotted out, and she needs an entire new door for the back. The hinges on the cellar door are rusty, too, but she doesn't know where to get replacements for those.
She chases a family of raccoons out of one of the second floor bedrooms, snarling as they chatter at her. They left their stinky musk all around the room, and ruined the mattress. She grabs it and drags it downstairs and out the front door with a little grimace.
"Ugh," she mumbles. She brushes her hands together and shakes them, like she can shake the scent off. "Gotta add that to the list," she tells herself.
Resolved, she pulls her hair back and ties it into a messy bun at the back of her head. She can do this.