Good Garth Earnhardt (Jack Lexington)
May 27, 2013 17:06:26 GMT -5
Post by Verbal, Lord of The Dreadfort on May 27, 2013 17:06:26 GMT -5
With bloodshot eyes and an aching back, I roll myself out of bed and onto the floor.
I get up straighten my back to make it erect, and my eyes dance over to bottle of medication I have sitting on my nightstand of sorts, and beside it, in a glass of water, the closest thing to an upper jaw I have at the moment. I instinctively lick my destroyed upper row of teeth before shambling achingly over to the prosthetic, taking it out of the glass, and putting it tenuously into my month until I was relatively certain I looked like a normal sixteen year old boy again, looking in the mirror all the while to make sure it is so. I pop open my pill bottle and take one of the capsules inside, noticing that there are only four capsules left inside.
I make a note to synthesize more after work today.
I stride out of my room and down my creaky stairs, grab some tessera bread to chew on on the way to school, then work, and promptly leave my house immediately, perks to having gone to sleep in the clothes I would wear today.
Both the school day and the work day is more or less the same as it always is. Nora's a bit more talkative than usual, I'm a bit more reticent at than usual, but the day goes by, I say goodbye to Nora, and I prepare to head over the the construction site.
"First day taking orders from a teenager... wonder how grown men will cope with that." I muse playfully with a small, playful smile playing on my lips, biting into a red apple I kept in my pocket and running my other hand through my golden hair.
I open the construction site doors after taking a few moments to take it all in that I was actually in charge of this place more or less now, and head towards the hates and gear the workers are required to wear. I feel the other workers' eyes on me, but I pay no mind to them.
The normal paperwork Tyler seems to need to do everyday is simple, rudimentary math I'm able to do in no time (plus make a few improvements on,) etc. But "the boss" comes to visit me seemingly all the same.
"Hey, kid, you sure you can handle this?" he asks me cautiously but still in a tone that reminds me I answer to him. I wave him off absently while I do the paperwork.
"We'll see." I tell him simply. "But at any rate, I'm saving you money." I tell him, handing him some of my completed work. He takes it and, after a moment, looks surprised. Predictable.
"Well, be that as it may. Their is more to running a construction site than smarts. You got to lead, also." He tells me in a sage like manner that also seems the slightest bit like a warning.
A loud bang indicates that someone dropped something heavy they weren't supposed to. I look up to say two workers apologetically rubbing the backs of their heads. I sigh deeply, then get up from my chair.
This is where the real work begins.
I get up straighten my back to make it erect, and my eyes dance over to bottle of medication I have sitting on my nightstand of sorts, and beside it, in a glass of water, the closest thing to an upper jaw I have at the moment. I instinctively lick my destroyed upper row of teeth before shambling achingly over to the prosthetic, taking it out of the glass, and putting it tenuously into my month until I was relatively certain I looked like a normal sixteen year old boy again, looking in the mirror all the while to make sure it is so. I pop open my pill bottle and take one of the capsules inside, noticing that there are only four capsules left inside.
I make a note to synthesize more after work today.
I stride out of my room and down my creaky stairs, grab some tessera bread to chew on on the way to school, then work, and promptly leave my house immediately, perks to having gone to sleep in the clothes I would wear today.
Both the school day and the work day is more or less the same as it always is. Nora's a bit more talkative than usual, I'm a bit more reticent at than usual, but the day goes by, I say goodbye to Nora, and I prepare to head over the the construction site.
"First day taking orders from a teenager... wonder how grown men will cope with that." I muse playfully with a small, playful smile playing on my lips, biting into a red apple I kept in my pocket and running my other hand through my golden hair.
I open the construction site doors after taking a few moments to take it all in that I was actually in charge of this place more or less now, and head towards the hates and gear the workers are required to wear. I feel the other workers' eyes on me, but I pay no mind to them.
The normal paperwork Tyler seems to need to do everyday is simple, rudimentary math I'm able to do in no time (plus make a few improvements on,) etc. But "the boss" comes to visit me seemingly all the same.
"Hey, kid, you sure you can handle this?" he asks me cautiously but still in a tone that reminds me I answer to him. I wave him off absently while I do the paperwork.
"We'll see." I tell him simply. "But at any rate, I'm saving you money." I tell him, handing him some of my completed work. He takes it and, after a moment, looks surprised. Predictable.
"Well, be that as it may. Their is more to running a construction site than smarts. You got to lead, also." He tells me in a sage like manner that also seems the slightest bit like a warning.
A loud bang indicates that someone dropped something heavy they weren't supposed to. I look up to say two workers apologetically rubbing the backs of their heads. I sigh deeply, then get up from my chair.
This is where the real work begins.
