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tamingthemuseTitle: Storage Unit
Prompt 415 Potpourri
Words: 610
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Jami has a hobby: she buys storage units and looks for treasure in them.
Jami unlocked the door of the storage unit and lifted it to have a good look of the inside.
"What a wonderful potpourri of stuffs", she sighed, eyeing the content, which lacked order, but sadly, not dust.
Yet, all that mess good be good news for her. Since she was out of high school, Jami had engaged it a curious, but sometimes very lucrative, hobby : auctioned storage units. After awhile, when customers didn't pay their fees, storage units were sold unopened by the storage owner. That's where she came into action : she bought some of these units, usually through in-person auctions, and was then free to do whavetever she wanted with the content. It was oftent a matter of luck ; some units contained only garbage, and were just a way to pay to clean up somebody else's mess, and others were full of treasures that could be sold for good money on the Internet. Jami was usually lucky at that game, and had nearly never bought a unit whose content didn't cover the price she had paid to acquire it.
She had a feeling this unit would be a good one, but she would have to earn her prize through long cleaning session. Putting a smile on her face to fool her brain into thinking it was all fun and games, she entered the unit to have a first look at all the items that were stored in it. The previous owner was a woman, and further than that, she knew nothing of what she could expect to find there. She had learned over the years that content and gender didn't have anything to do with one another. She had once bought the storage unit of an Alan Campos to discover dozens of dresses folded in boxes. It had turned out that he had been keeping all of his sister's creations since she had run out of the house, when they were teenagers. The woman in question, now a successful attorney in New York City, had recognized some of the dresses Jami had put on eBay, and contacted her. That story had a happy ending, with a brother and a sister getting to know each other again, and Jami had gotten the money she had paid for the unit back from the woman. Those things didn't happen often, but sometimes they did, and Jami was grateful for that.
That unit, though, didn't contain many surprises. A few pieces of furniture, wooden and ancient-looking, were filled with other items, most of them decorative. There wasn't any cardboard box, which was rather unusual, and all the objects that weren't in or on a piece of furniture was stored in wooden chests, most of them plain. Only one of them had been carved with a simple natural pattern, framing the lid and ornating the center of the front panel. As soon as Jami saw it, she knew she had found the jackpot. She walked to it, eager to make sure the chest wasn't rotten or broken. That kind of item could be antiques, and antiques were worth some good money. She kneeled in front of it, smelling the air and finding no suspicious odour, and opened the lid. It was still firmly attached to the rest of the chest, and no problem appeared as she let the upper part hang behind the core. Inside the chest were a few items, mostly wrapped into clothe. Jami took them out one by one, not even bothering with finding out what was what, until she reached the bottom. The chest was in perfect condition. She could already consider the storage unit paid for.
Prompt 415 Potpourri
Words: 610
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: Jami has a hobby: she buys storage units and looks for treasure in them.
Jami unlocked the door of the storage unit and lifted it to have a good look of the inside.
"What a wonderful potpourri of stuffs", she sighed, eyeing the content, which lacked order, but sadly, not dust.
Yet, all that mess good be good news for her. Since she was out of high school, Jami had engaged it a curious, but sometimes very lucrative, hobby : auctioned storage units. After awhile, when customers didn't pay their fees, storage units were sold unopened by the storage owner. That's where she came into action : she bought some of these units, usually through in-person auctions, and was then free to do whavetever she wanted with the content. It was oftent a matter of luck ; some units contained only garbage, and were just a way to pay to clean up somebody else's mess, and others were full of treasures that could be sold for good money on the Internet. Jami was usually lucky at that game, and had nearly never bought a unit whose content didn't cover the price she had paid to acquire it.
She had a feeling this unit would be a good one, but she would have to earn her prize through long cleaning session. Putting a smile on her face to fool her brain into thinking it was all fun and games, she entered the unit to have a first look at all the items that were stored in it. The previous owner was a woman, and further than that, she knew nothing of what she could expect to find there. She had learned over the years that content and gender didn't have anything to do with one another. She had once bought the storage unit of an Alan Campos to discover dozens of dresses folded in boxes. It had turned out that he had been keeping all of his sister's creations since she had run out of the house, when they were teenagers. The woman in question, now a successful attorney in New York City, had recognized some of the dresses Jami had put on eBay, and contacted her. That story had a happy ending, with a brother and a sister getting to know each other again, and Jami had gotten the money she had paid for the unit back from the woman. Those things didn't happen often, but sometimes they did, and Jami was grateful for that.
That unit, though, didn't contain many surprises. A few pieces of furniture, wooden and ancient-looking, were filled with other items, most of them decorative. There wasn't any cardboard box, which was rather unusual, and all the objects that weren't in or on a piece of furniture was stored in wooden chests, most of them plain. Only one of them had been carved with a simple natural pattern, framing the lid and ornating the center of the front panel. As soon as Jami saw it, she knew she had found the jackpot. She walked to it, eager to make sure the chest wasn't rotten or broken. That kind of item could be antiques, and antiques were worth some good money. She kneeled in front of it, smelling the air and finding no suspicious odour, and opened the lid. It was still firmly attached to the rest of the chest, and no problem appeared as she let the upper part hang behind the core. Inside the chest were a few items, mostly wrapped into clothe. Jami took them out one by one, not even bothering with finding out what was what, until she reached the bottom. The chest was in perfect condition. She could already consider the storage unit paid for.
