Done & Gone // [Jimmeh]
Mar 9, 2013 20:33:41 GMT -5
Post by semper on Mar 9, 2013 20:33:41 GMT -5
I’d rather live with broken bones
than lay here all on my own
like a lovesick fool
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Always up before the sun. He curled up underneath the thin blanket, refusing to leave the warmth. The house was silent at that early hour but he knew that soon his siblings would start stirring, breaking the silence with their seemingly endless arguing. Hopper had no interest in listening to any of that so he reluctantly crawled out of bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he dragged his feet along the creaky floorboards.
Before long he was out the door, bundled up in two jackets and still trying to not shiver. Hopper despised the cold and the faint breeze was only pushing his buttons further; he pulled up his hood and tilted his head to the side, blocking out that stream of cold air that always seemed to find a direct route to his face. It was enough to provide for a little relief but he soon found himself shivering, so he hastened his pace along the oh-so familiar road.
Frankly he would have much rather been stuck in a classroom rather than the steel factory. Learning about the curriculum subjects was much more appealing than a laborious job this early on, but then who would take care of his siblings? Mr. Goravich, the poor sod – he was so far gone, unable to properly care for his children. Hopper had tried reasoning with him – ”Dad, I can’t get a job, not yet; just hold on a little longer, okay?” – and the older man had managed to pull in a little income, but it certainly wasn’t enough to support all seven of them. Then Hopper dropped out of school and took up a job at the factory, working his hands to the bones to keep his siblings fed.
Hopper tended to his station, carrying along with a healthy sense of caution; the nasty red scar on his neck was a grim reminder of what could happen when you became distracted from your work. He took extra care particularly when pouring the molten steel into its mold – the heat that radiated off the bright liquid was still just as intense with the protective gear on as it had been his very first day on the job and though he preferred heat over cold, it was too much.
He backed away once the proper amount was poured, then pulled off the face mask along with the rest of the gear and set them back on the table. The majority of the workers were already headed out for their lunch break (all the old timers that don’t give a damn for anything anymore are always long gone at least an hour before we’re supposed to get off) and the factory was quite empty aside from him and a select few others; Hopper didn’t mind that he usually ate alone, so he plucked his small bag of cheese and bread along with a bottle of water and went over to the ledge of a ramp, sitting down and starting to piece together little bits of cheese with chunks of bread.
((Trying him out in third POV x: Also I suck at starters. xD ))
