Build me up

Pripyat Soul · 05-14-2011, 03:44 PM

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With the slight reprimand careful buddy Pripyat merely shrugged her off. The smoky male knew what he was doing, he wasn’t going to hit her feet. Yet when she reached down and explored the bag the girl seemed pleased. Perhaps it wasn’t going to be so bad, all he had to do was help out for a while and it would be over. Then he could go back to Arye, being with her, or in the very least thinking about her. If only his father had assigned the two to work together on this, then he would have set himself to the task with such force. Working under her eyes, knowing it was only her opinion and that of his father’s that mattered. The barn would get built one way or another; did it matter if it were he and Saxif who did it or any of the others who would soon be helping? He was not out to impress Saxif or Aniwaya or the rest of Phoenix Valley. Still, he was here and there was no getting around that now.

It did not take long for the girl to assess the situation and plan out a course of action. It made sense. They were the first to arrive and work couldn’t really be done until what still needed to be cleaned up was finished. The Valley members had started to an extent, but the work did not really show. “Okay.” It was his only contribution to the plan, he merely shrugged in agreement and then turned to the work before them. Boards still lay fallen in, some unbroken and whole but some rotten and useless. Pripyat moved towards the pile, pulling at a board and inspecting it. It was fine, mostly. Not completely whole but they could use it somewhere, they’d need shorter pieces of wood somewhere.

“Good wood.” He tossed the board out one end of the barn and instantly picked up another. This one was weak and water logged, damaged by years of weathering. Tossing this in a new pile, away from the first “Bad wood.” Brilliant eyes looked at the girl, as if to say “yes?” and then he turned away, fully intending to work silently from then on out. It wouldn’t be hard, they knew their tasks. Again Pripyat pulled at the wood, tossing it into one pile or another, and found cracked concrete underneath. “Errm, the foundation might not be okay…” He wasn’t sure, he didn’t know. They’d probably have to ask someone. He lapsed back into silence, sorting pieces of wood until he came to a large section still nailed together. Still perfectly fine. Perfect expect for its immense size. Ugh. So that’s why they had to work in pairs, was it?

“Ah, could you…” The boy glanced over his shoulder, searching for wherever Saxif had set herself to work. He had actively been trying to forget her the past few moments. “Could you help me move this?” Drats. Working alone probably wouldn’t work at all, there was no avoiding it.

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