AW - Society's gone

Grace D'Angelo · 05-15-2012, 02:24 PM

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WC:: 406 - Pack project people; ideally this is for tradition keepers and craftsman ranks (cause this could count towards a rank thread for both tiers), although anyone is welcome. Looking for 1-2 more participants. Shoot me up on Aim or PM me (on Alaki's account) for details, although the task shall be explained in more detail within me next post :3

Interlocking her fingers she raised them above her head, stretching out the muscles of her arms in an almost feline motion, maw opening as she let out a lazy yawn , the effects of seemingly endless work finally taking a toll upon her body, her joints felling stiff and set in place. Ocean filled eyes flicked to the stump of what was once a full candle back when she had begun her tasks for the night, the rust flecked woman had spent the whole night recording her thoughts upon paper as well as updating the pack records and organising the papers that had began to pile up. For some reason it was always easiest to work at night, although many of the pack's idiots kept strange hours and one couldn't really tell when night was about, the D'Angelo felt more productive and inspirational within the night and thus did most of her work then.

Placing the last written piece on the top of the heap she pulled herself up and collected one of her free leather bindings, leaning over the desk she scooped the stack of paper and began to neatly wrap them up so that they were both organised and relatively safe from damage. With her latest works attended to she filed them into her makeshift book shelf, running a cream finger across the spines of her other binders until it landed upon the desired one. Pulling it free she unclasped the bindings and had a quick flick through to make sure she had all the relevant drafts and such, before closing it and tucking it under her arm.

Entering into the tunnels, the candle lights flickered casting an array of shadowed shapes upon the rocky walls, the orange glow the omitted casting it's calming effects upon her. It had always been something that relaxed her, the smell of burning wax, the flickering orange glow the candles produced; it was something she strongly associated with home and so of course it would set her at ease.

Making her way into the general common room, proceeding to dump the leather file upon the nearest table. “Oi you lot. Anyone whose free, gimmie a hand. Got some construction work we need to get started aside from the gardens and workshop” she summoned anyone nearby, her voice clearly sounding throughout the nearby tunnels and chambers; her tone not bossy but carrying the authority her rank permitted of her.

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