[They'd have to be careful opening lockers, but they usually hid things that could be useful. Money, food, notes. Although, knowing they belonged to long-dead people made her feel strange, like they should be held as time capsules.]
The furniture could be re-purposed.
[Stepping into the room, she looked over the desk, easing drawers out. Papers, pens. A book on building muscle, it looked like.
She picked up a mostly unused notebook, turning it over in her hands before sliding it into the pocket of her jacket.]
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The furniture could be re-purposed.
[Stepping into the room, she looked over the desk, easing drawers out. Papers, pens. A book on building muscle, it looked like.
She picked up a mostly unused notebook, turning it over in her hands before sliding it into the pocket of her jacket.]
I've been wanting to get a new journal.