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tamingthemuseTitle: Stash
Fandom: Original work
Words: 614
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Claimer: All mine!
Prompt 482 Stash
Joanna stopped the car in front of a regular-looking storage rental in the industrial part of the town. I refrained from commenting on it, though I had a hard time imagining her around such a place. Even to hide away an insurance for tougher days, she always went for the glamourous, like the safe of an expensive hotel, or the locked cellar of a mansion. However, she didn’t look out of place when she got out of the car and walked to the keeper’s office.
“Hi, Oliver”, she greeted the old man behind the counter.
“Hello, Ms. Staples. It’s been a long time”, he replied cheerfully.
I stayed a step behind her, observing my friend in a regular setting for the first time. So she could actually function out of her usual glittery world.
“I’ve been travelling”, she replied airily. “You haven’t sold my stuffs, right?”
“No way, Ms. Staples. Your rental will probably outlive us all.” I could feel his curiosity about what was stored into the box, and I was sure Jo could as well, but she acted as if she hadn’t noticed.
“A gift for archeologists from the future”, she replied with a giggle while she was signing the registry book the keeper was handing her.
“I can’t imagine the treasures they’ll find in it”, the man commented.
Joanna giggled, but didn’t reply. I was getting curious of the said treasures myself. Who knew what she had got her hand on over the years? I didn’t, but I was sure there was everything needed to make a thief a very happy person.
With a last goodbye, we walked away from the front desk, and into the box mini-city. The place was large, and with every door exactly the same as the one around it, it would be easy to get lost in there. But Joanna never hesitated, and soon, we were standing in front of the door of a storage room in the middle of an anonymous row.
Joanna produced a key on a key ring with a plastic kitten. When she gave a turn into the lock, a small compartment opened in the wall high up next to the door. I couldn’t see what was in it, but when she put her hand in it, I figured out there had to be a fingerprint reader inside it. And probably a iris reader as well, given that she brought her face close to the opening after pulling her hand out. That was pretty impressive security for a simple storage rental, and I said so.
“Oh”, Joanna laughed, “the other boxes aren’t equipped with this kind of system. I’ve had this one put up just for me.”
“And the owner let you?”, I asked as she was finally opening the door.
“Well, I am the owner of this place, so yes.”
“I guess it has its perks”, I said as we passed the doorway. An hour ago, it would have surprised me, but right now, I was expecting anything coming from her.
So maybe what I found inside the storage room shouldn’t have surprised me that much. When Joanna turned on the light, the jumble of dusty items I had expected had let place to what could only be qualified as a boudoir. Furnitures were neatly arranged to be actually used inside the room, and Jo’s things were put up on shelves and inside easily-accessible chests. The room even looked a lot wider than from the outside.
“Ok, now I’m worried. Did you actually decorate the inside of your storage room? That’s seriously crazy”, I commented.
Joanna smiled and went to start a little heater on the right side of the room.
Fandom: Original work
Words: 614
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Claimer: All mine!
Prompt 482 Stash
Joanna stopped the car in front of a regular-looking storage rental in the industrial part of the town. I refrained from commenting on it, though I had a hard time imagining her around such a place. Even to hide away an insurance for tougher days, she always went for the glamourous, like the safe of an expensive hotel, or the locked cellar of a mansion. However, she didn’t look out of place when she got out of the car and walked to the keeper’s office.
“Hi, Oliver”, she greeted the old man behind the counter.
“Hello, Ms. Staples. It’s been a long time”, he replied cheerfully.
I stayed a step behind her, observing my friend in a regular setting for the first time. So she could actually function out of her usual glittery world.
“I’ve been travelling”, she replied airily. “You haven’t sold my stuffs, right?”
“No way, Ms. Staples. Your rental will probably outlive us all.” I could feel his curiosity about what was stored into the box, and I was sure Jo could as well, but she acted as if she hadn’t noticed.
“A gift for archeologists from the future”, she replied with a giggle while she was signing the registry book the keeper was handing her.
“I can’t imagine the treasures they’ll find in it”, the man commented.
Joanna giggled, but didn’t reply. I was getting curious of the said treasures myself. Who knew what she had got her hand on over the years? I didn’t, but I was sure there was everything needed to make a thief a very happy person.
With a last goodbye, we walked away from the front desk, and into the box mini-city. The place was large, and with every door exactly the same as the one around it, it would be easy to get lost in there. But Joanna never hesitated, and soon, we were standing in front of the door of a storage room in the middle of an anonymous row.
Joanna produced a key on a key ring with a plastic kitten. When she gave a turn into the lock, a small compartment opened in the wall high up next to the door. I couldn’t see what was in it, but when she put her hand in it, I figured out there had to be a fingerprint reader inside it. And probably a iris reader as well, given that she brought her face close to the opening after pulling her hand out. That was pretty impressive security for a simple storage rental, and I said so.
“Oh”, Joanna laughed, “the other boxes aren’t equipped with this kind of system. I’ve had this one put up just for me.”
“And the owner let you?”, I asked as she was finally opening the door.
“Well, I am the owner of this place, so yes.”
“I guess it has its perks”, I said as we passed the doorway. An hour ago, it would have surprised me, but right now, I was expecting anything coming from her.
So maybe what I found inside the storage room shouldn’t have surprised me that much. When Joanna turned on the light, the jumble of dusty items I had expected had let place to what could only be qualified as a boudoir. Furnitures were neatly arranged to be actually used inside the room, and Jo’s things were put up on shelves and inside easily-accessible chests. The room even looked a lot wider than from the outside.
“Ok, now I’m worried. Did you actually decorate the inside of your storage room? That’s seriously crazy”, I commented.
Joanna smiled and went to start a little heater on the right side of the room.
