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 Posted: Wed Mar 02, 2011 1:47 pm
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 When Grumby stepped past the old wooden door with the broken door handle and into the living quarters, an overpowering stench resembling dirty socks and old teabags made him wrinkle his nose in displeasure. The floorboards were rickety, creaking with every step he took. The sheets on each bed were worn and had clearly gone without being washed for some time. "Hmph...Grumby has his work cut out for him." Grumby sighed as he wiped the beading sweat from his forehead. It was hot and musty in the tiny room, and he was unsure of how these living quarters belonged to the creatures who were born with a natural passion for maintenance.
Grumby tip toed to an empty bed in the far corner, doing his best not to touch anything, and holding his breath the entire way. He tugged the blankets off his new bed, assuring himself that he would wash them before he slept, no matter how long that may be. He set his bag down at the foot of the bed, choosing not to risk putting it on the grungy, stain-streaked mattress. Grumby grabbed a hammer from out of his bag, and stepped up onto the bed. He pounded a long crooked nail into the wall above the bed frame, pulling a crumbled up faded neck tie and hanging it proudly. "Now everyone will know, Grumby is a free elf." He hopped down and began making a lap around the room, collecting the dust-filled bedding before heading out to do his first load of laundry.
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