[[one of the notes in hand, aly finds her way to the room. this is strange. she never met anyone from Surtsey (in fact, she doesn't even know where it is) so the fact there was some nameless, faceless person posting notes from said island was a bit unsettling.]]
|| The door opens slowly and the man on the other side stares down, wishing he still had his few extra inches of height, but still hopes he can look threatening enough to scare off anyone that pisses him off. ||
Hey, girl. I'm here. This is my room. Why are you here?
|| He grins at her tremble. Maybe intimidating was something you always had, no matter what body you were in. He's so excited by this revelation and boost to his ego that he nearly messes everything up. ||
Fuck no, I'm nooo-- || And catches himself before he does. Try to sound new. || Yeah. I'm new. Um, where am I? This place is crazy. I was just sitting at home...and then I was here.
|| He opens the door a creak after hearing a voice. Someone is eying his notice. A girl. The one like North Dakota, if he remembers correctly. Wonderful. ||
How much about guns? And how much money? || Might as well ask. ||
|| Normally he'd consider this a bunch of bullshit, but considering that she was from the Midwest, she probably wasn't lying. He glares at her anyway. ||
You know the inner-workings? Could you take one apart and rebuild it into something else?
|| He was tinkering around with something at his work desk, which is already a gigantic mess. He really doesn't appreciate the random person entering his room. Stopping, he turns to glare at the intruder. ||
Surtsey. That's me. || He raises an eyebrow, really doubting that the person approaching him has any experience with anything remotely manly whatsoever. It might be best to ask first, though. Just in case. ||
Nice to meet ya. [Engines? Bingo! His day job is farming, but what he's famous for? What he's best at?
Puffing his chest up, howdy. This is really the only thing he has an ego, so to speak.]
All engines, really. Any car or vehicle repair, I've been fixing em up since they started moving, and can soup em up to go real fast. I'm also very skilled at welding too.
And I handle myself around a gun. Can shoot a pigeon's head clean off if I felt like it.
Yeah. Nice. || Not exactly enthusiastic, but it wasn't too harsh either. ||
|| Forgetting for a moment that this guy had just barged into his room, he considers the candidate. He's pleasantly surprised to know that he has so much experience working with his hands. Actually, he sounds like he knows everything that is needed to know that could possibly aid him in his project. ||
|| A little pleased that someone actually decided to knock before barging into his temporary room, he answers the door and tries to not look so angry as a reward for the man on the other side. ||
|| The door flings open this time. He's getting a little more aggravated, enough to forget that he should be grateful for the knock. However, his surprise covers that a bit when he realizes he doesn't know the person on the other side. Good. No way to mess up. ||
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Hmm? Hello? Anyone here?
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Hey, girl. I'm here. This is my room. Why are you here?
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I... I saw your note. I wanted to meet you, since it seems you're new here...
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Fuck no, I'm nooo-- || And catches himself before he does. Try to sound new. || Yeah. I'm new. Um, where am I? This place is crazy. I was just sitting at home...and then I was here.
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Hmm...I know lots about guns....and I need the money.
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How much about guns? And how much money? || Might as well ask. ||
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Plenty about guns. I can clean 'em, fire 'em, and fix 'em if I have ta.
Fer pay? It doesn't matter really...
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You know the inner-workings? Could you take one apart and rebuild it into something else?
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It's his calling, he just know it!
But seriously, he's bored as hell stuck in this building with no actual work to do. So he's jumping at this like a starving dog on a steak.]
Uh... Hello? I came looking for a job? Is umm... [He glances at the flyer again, hoping he's pronouncing it right.] ...Sertsey here?
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Surtsey. That's me. || He raises an eyebrow, really doubting that the person approaching him has any experience with anything remotely manly whatsoever. It might be best to ask first, though. Just in case. ||
You have any small engine experience?
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Nice to meet ya. [Engines? Bingo! His day job is farming, but what he's famous for? What he's best at?
Puffing his chest up, howdy. This is really the only thing he has an ego, so to speak.]
All engines, really. Any car or vehicle repair, I've been fixing em up since they started moving, and can soup em up to go real fast. I'm also very skilled at welding too.
And I handle myself around a gun. Can shoot a pigeon's head clean off if I felt like it.
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|| Forgetting for a moment that this guy had just barged into his room, he considers the candidate. He's pleasantly surprised to know that he has so much experience working with his hands. Actually, he sounds like he knows everything that is needed to know that could possibly aid him in his project. ||
|| But, there was one small problem. ||
How good are you at keeping your trap shut?
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Oh. || What could Aru-Guy possibly know about guns or engines? He grimaces. || Are you here as help or the welcome wagon?
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All right, kid. You actually got any experience?
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Don't look like you can lift much. How good are you at grunt work? What I'm looking for requires a lot of grunt work.
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