//Forever, Forever\\ ((Never)) {Lalia}
Mar 15, 2011 13:54:24 GMT -5
Post by Morgana on Mar 15, 2011 13:54:24 GMT -5
Nimitziminy O'BlenOpen my eyes
Close them tight
Wake up today
Get out of bed
This is life.
I need a smoke. And no, that does not mean I'm addicted. I can quit whenever I want. But I don't think I'll ever want to. Nicotine is the one thing I have left of Dad. The one thing that makes me feel like he's still here. I have his blueprints, of course. They're stacked up in a drawer in his shop. I don't know what half of them are, but I know I have to build them. That's what dad would have wanted. And today, finally, I have a chance to work on one of them.
For the past three weeks, I've been flooded with machines that need to be fixed. Knitting machines from District Eight, paper-making machines from Seven, and various pieces of machines from factories in Districts One and Nine. Now, finally, they're done. All of them have been fixed and sent back to their respective districts.
I lean now over one of Dad's blueprints. It's a bit hard to figure out, but I get the gist of it. It's some sort of small machine. I can't tell for sure what it does. Drumming my fingers on the scarred work table, I make a mental list of everything I'll need. I've got enough nuts and bolts to finish the project, I know that. But there's some parts here I'm certain I don't have in the shop. The gears I'll need are of a smaller size than the ones I keep stocked up on. There's another piece here, a type of motor, or a generator...
I could make it, but it seems complicated, one of those things more often assembled by the brains in District Six and shipped wherever it's needed. It wouldn't be easy to find, but it would be harder to make from scratch. I could check some of the shop I usually go to, but I don't think they would stock something Ike this. They usually just have basic mechanical parts. Of course, I could always special-order it, but that would take time. By the time I finally got it, I'd probably be bogged down with work again. So, the only left to do is check the junkyard.
I grab my coat off the hook by the door. It's still chilly outside, though it's getting warmer by the day. Pretty soon, I won't need a coat at all. But for now, one is still necessary. The walk to the junkyard is about twenty minutes, on the outskirts of the District. I've never been there alone, but I went with Dad sometimes before he died. It might take a while to find what I need, but the junkyard is almost sure to have the motor I need. I jam my hands in my pockets as I near the junkyard. My fingers brush against the warped cardboard of a pack of cigarettes. I pull it out, hoping there's still something left in it. A sigh of relief escapes my lips as I spy two last cigarettes leaning against each other. I pull one out and light it with Dad's old lighter, then stick it between my lips.
That's better. Inhale, exhale. I've got one cigarette left, to last me until I get my payments from fixing all those machines. Even after I get the money, there's things I need to get that are more important than cigarettes. My little sister needs new shoes, we need food, more supplies for the shop, and Grandma's almost out of yarn again. The yarn isn't necessary, but I feel bad when she doesn't have any. The only thing she ever does is knit, and when she doesn't have yarn, she just stares out the window all day. So after I get all that, i can buy myself more cigarettes. So I can't smoke my last cigarette until I absolutely have to.
When I reach the junkyard, I realize I have absolutely no idea where to start. There's so much stuff here, more than I remember. If I had help, this would be easier. But I don't even know if anyone works here. "Hello? Anybody here?" I call out. If there's no one here, I don't care. I can just look myself. But that could take all day, and I'd really rather be out of here before noon.[/size][/blockquote][/justify]