1 New day at the shop (Inviteonly/nokill) Thu Dec 08, 2016 5:53 pm
Sabishi
D-rank
Slowly Sabishi would awaken to a seemingly distant sound. His head was shoved between two pillows but that didn't seem to do anything more than hush it a little. His grey eyes would slowly focus as he would move the pillow off his head and the sound seemed to go from muffled buzzing to a loud screeching. Nearly unbearable was the noise. With a groan Sabishi would shift his hand as a green string of energy would snap out of his finger tip and latch onto the alarm clock before dragging it to himself. With a sigh he would hit the snooze button before settling his face back into the pillow and snoozing himself. Of course ten minutes later that screeching returned in force. This time he would sit up before grabbing the alarm clock and turning it to look at the back. He had modified this one himself and in order to turn off that god awful noise one had to rotate the locking mechanism to the correct combination. It took him a couple of tries frustratingly enough but he managed to finally turn it off. With a sigh he would set it back down and rub his face. It was time to wake up.
With that thought, he would swing his feet over the edge of the bed. Sitting there in a pair of pajama pants and shirtless. He would rub the crust out of his eyes with his palm before moving to the bathroom for his daily requirements. Showering, peeing, brushing his teeth and his hair before stretching as the first of the sunlight filtered in through his window. Quietly so as not to wake his mother he mad himself some toast before dressing into a pair of black work pants and steel toe boots with a grease stained T shirt that looked that way no matter how many times he washed it. He would finish his toast and yawn as he fetched the keys and moved to throw his pajama pants in the hamper. He would stop there in the hallway looking inside it for a moment. His mothers garb had blood from where she had coughed on it again. Even with medicine her condition wasn't getting better. He would close the hamper and move down the hall to see her sleeping in her room again. With a sigh he would put on his brown train conductors hat and move out of the house. Locking the door behind him.
He would move quietly down the steps as the sun rose and rub his arms for warmth. Even in the desert it got cold at night. Still that young man had mentioned he would be coming by early to help open the shop. Really though, what good was it owning your own business if you couldn't set your own hours? Either way he didn't want to leave the poor guy out in the cold so he had opened up shop now instead of later. At the ass crack of dawn. He would move down the stairs next to his house to the basement where the shop was. Mechanized emporium was the words on the sign above the door as before. With a twist of the key he was inside and closing the door behind him but not locking it. Flipping the open sign as he moved to the back of the shop. Keen on turning on the furnace early so as to warm up the stone room. The whole place felt so cold underground. He would be back there for a moment. After all a furnace takes time and attention to heat up right.
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With that thought, he would swing his feet over the edge of the bed. Sitting there in a pair of pajama pants and shirtless. He would rub the crust out of his eyes with his palm before moving to the bathroom for his daily requirements. Showering, peeing, brushing his teeth and his hair before stretching as the first of the sunlight filtered in through his window. Quietly so as not to wake his mother he mad himself some toast before dressing into a pair of black work pants and steel toe boots with a grease stained T shirt that looked that way no matter how many times he washed it. He would finish his toast and yawn as he fetched the keys and moved to throw his pajama pants in the hamper. He would stop there in the hallway looking inside it for a moment. His mothers garb had blood from where she had coughed on it again. Even with medicine her condition wasn't getting better. He would close the hamper and move down the hall to see her sleeping in her room again. With a sigh he would put on his brown train conductors hat and move out of the house. Locking the door behind him.
He would move quietly down the steps as the sun rose and rub his arms for warmth. Even in the desert it got cold at night. Still that young man had mentioned he would be coming by early to help open the shop. Really though, what good was it owning your own business if you couldn't set your own hours? Either way he didn't want to leave the poor guy out in the cold so he had opened up shop now instead of later. At the ass crack of dawn. He would move down the stairs next to his house to the basement where the shop was. Mechanized emporium was the words on the sign above the door as before. With a twist of the key he was inside and closing the door behind him but not locking it. Flipping the open sign as he moved to the back of the shop. Keen on turning on the furnace early so as to warm up the stone room. The whole place felt so cold underground. He would be back there for a moment. After all a furnace takes time and attention to heat up right.
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