Post by mierce on Oct 21, 2009 14:50:18 GMT -5
Oh boy oh boy Archive Duty. First official Chore ever. Cerdic stood outside the entrance to Records Room with a few handkerchiefs and a duster shoved in his back pocket, his spine tingling with excitement. He was never much of a fan for reading, but he wasn’t here to read. It was just some dusting and sorting, how hard could it possibly be?
Yosh! With a grand gesture, he shoved up the right sleeve of his shirt and set his face in determination and pushed open to door. The heavy door eased open with surprising ease and Cerdic was immediately met with the thickest smell of oldness. He froze in mid-step, a mix of excitement and shock (not from the excitement) twisted on his face. The room was not very bright but glow baskets hung at strategic points to provide enough light at specific reading and writing areas. The few shafts of natural light that made it in through the dark walls illuminated the billow of fine dust hanging in the air to the point where the light looked solid.
Then as if in after thought, Cerdic sneezed. Shards, did he just see a billowing of dust right in front of his face?
He sniffed, running a hand under his itchy nose while another rubbed at his watering eyes. Growing up in Blossom Hold, he had never been in an enclosed space with as much tangible air as the Records Room. This chore was not starting out well.
“Boy. Are you going to just stand there and block the doorway? Either go in or get out of the way.”
Cerdic turned around to face a rather serious looking woman with dirty-blonde hair. She appeared older than him… yes, definitely older, but it was hard to tell by how much. She also spoke with a strange twist to her words; barely noticeable but it was there. “I’m very sorry,” he said with a cheerful smile—in stark contrast to her frown—and shimmied into the room and to the side so that she could pass.
The woman didn’t give him so much as a glance or acknowledgement as she swept in and headed off into the dark stacks. Cerdic watched her retreating back and curiously noted the metallic rod she wore at her waist. She disappeared moments later, leaving him to contemplate about his chore at hand. He sneezed again, and mused that maybe dusting would not be a good idea for him either. Maybe he could just passably do enough to get by…
Slinking off to the section that he had been assigned, he looked over the old rolls of hide. They were covered by a layer of fine grey dust, looking at is no one had disturbed either hide or dust in quite some time. Hrmph. Why not just chuck all this out if nobody cares?
He whipped out his duster and took a swat at the hide, and immediately regretted it as a cloud of dust formed totally out of nowhere and filled his nostrils and nearly blinded him. Cue more sneezing and tears. Growling through bleary eyes, Cerdic held his arm in front of his face so that his nose rested in the crook of his elbow. Gripping the duster, he began fluffing it at the hides on his right side. Starting at the top, he stood on tip toes so that the duster would reach the highest shelf, then made his way down to the bottom shelf. While still crouched, he’d shuffle a step forward and start dusting upward to the top shelf again.
He hurriedly made his way down the aisle in this manner (his head growing light-headed at a few points from the rapid succession of squats). At the end of the aisle, he turned around and did the same to the shelves on the other side of the aisle. Repeat for the next row until his assigned section was done. Was it a great job? HAHA! But as far as he was concerned, the entire room may as well be made of dust so he saw no point to stress out over perfection. It was going to get a nice coating of dust in a day or two, anyway. Just like he’ll be back here again anyway.
Yet another sneeze, and Cerdic made a quick escape from that terrible room. Once out in the hallway, he took a deeeeep breath of fresh air and let out a satisfying “Aaahhh!” A few people in the hallways glanced questioningly in his direction, to whom he flashed a large smile. He was covered with dust but it didn’t bother him one bit. Instead, he waved his dusty duster at a few cute girls (they did not seem particularly impressed), and stuffed it back into his pocket with the handkerchiefs.
Wait. Handkershiefs? He pulled one out and held it up in front of him, noting that it was already folded in half diagonally. Conveniently in a manner similar to how bandits and thieves may prep them for use as masks. Or as a means to cover his nose and mouth with something other than his arm. Oh.
Yosh! With a grand gesture, he shoved up the right sleeve of his shirt and set his face in determination and pushed open to door. The heavy door eased open with surprising ease and Cerdic was immediately met with the thickest smell of oldness. He froze in mid-step, a mix of excitement and shock (not from the excitement) twisted on his face. The room was not very bright but glow baskets hung at strategic points to provide enough light at specific reading and writing areas. The few shafts of natural light that made it in through the dark walls illuminated the billow of fine dust hanging in the air to the point where the light looked solid.
Then as if in after thought, Cerdic sneezed. Shards, did he just see a billowing of dust right in front of his face?
He sniffed, running a hand under his itchy nose while another rubbed at his watering eyes. Growing up in Blossom Hold, he had never been in an enclosed space with as much tangible air as the Records Room. This chore was not starting out well.
“Boy. Are you going to just stand there and block the doorway? Either go in or get out of the way.”
Cerdic turned around to face a rather serious looking woman with dirty-blonde hair. She appeared older than him… yes, definitely older, but it was hard to tell by how much. She also spoke with a strange twist to her words; barely noticeable but it was there. “I’m very sorry,” he said with a cheerful smile—in stark contrast to her frown—and shimmied into the room and to the side so that she could pass.
The woman didn’t give him so much as a glance or acknowledgement as she swept in and headed off into the dark stacks. Cerdic watched her retreating back and curiously noted the metallic rod she wore at her waist. She disappeared moments later, leaving him to contemplate about his chore at hand. He sneezed again, and mused that maybe dusting would not be a good idea for him either. Maybe he could just passably do enough to get by…
Slinking off to the section that he had been assigned, he looked over the old rolls of hide. They were covered by a layer of fine grey dust, looking at is no one had disturbed either hide or dust in quite some time. Hrmph. Why not just chuck all this out if nobody cares?
He whipped out his duster and took a swat at the hide, and immediately regretted it as a cloud of dust formed totally out of nowhere and filled his nostrils and nearly blinded him. Cue more sneezing and tears. Growling through bleary eyes, Cerdic held his arm in front of his face so that his nose rested in the crook of his elbow. Gripping the duster, he began fluffing it at the hides on his right side. Starting at the top, he stood on tip toes so that the duster would reach the highest shelf, then made his way down to the bottom shelf. While still crouched, he’d shuffle a step forward and start dusting upward to the top shelf again.
He hurriedly made his way down the aisle in this manner (his head growing light-headed at a few points from the rapid succession of squats). At the end of the aisle, he turned around and did the same to the shelves on the other side of the aisle. Repeat for the next row until his assigned section was done. Was it a great job? HAHA! But as far as he was concerned, the entire room may as well be made of dust so he saw no point to stress out over perfection. It was going to get a nice coating of dust in a day or two, anyway. Just like he’ll be back here again anyway.
Yet another sneeze, and Cerdic made a quick escape from that terrible room. Once out in the hallway, he took a deeeeep breath of fresh air and let out a satisfying “Aaahhh!” A few people in the hallways glanced questioningly in his direction, to whom he flashed a large smile. He was covered with dust but it didn’t bother him one bit. Instead, he waved his dusty duster at a few cute girls (they did not seem particularly impressed), and stuffed it back into his pocket with the handkerchiefs.
Wait. Handkershiefs? He pulled one out and held it up in front of him, noting that it was already folded in half diagonally. Conveniently in a manner similar to how bandits and thieves may prep them for use as masks. Or as a means to cover his nose and mouth with something other than his arm. Oh.
