Thorney
Dragonrider
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Post by Thorney on Oct 22, 2010 14:56:43 GMT -5
Who: Keiko and her chore buddies (: What: Chores, Firestone Bagging When: Late Morning Where: The Docks
“This is SO messed up.” Keiko pouted as she hopped down the steps of Cerulean, taking her sweet time of it. After all, she wasn’t exactly eager to get to her destination. For, today, she had what was possibly the nastiest and most awful-sounding chore she had ever been assigned in the whole of her candidacy. Firestone bagging. What the shards was wrong with that candidate master? Did he honestly think that she of all people was cut out for something like that? Seriously, her physique didn’t exactly scream ‘look at how awesome and strong I am’, more like, ‘poke me and you’ll break a bone.’ Ok, so she was being a little overdramatic, but you get the idea. Grumbling to herself as she reached the bottom and headed for the dock, the girl rolled her eyes. This was going to be the longest day of her life, she was sure of it.
She had worn what she considered to be ‘working’ clothes, but Keiko had never been known for having a simple style. A bright, electric blue tank top was paired with a pair of short tan pants, cut off nearly indecently high. Her sandals had cloth styled to look like flowers sewn onto the straps, and she had too many necklaces and ankle bracelets on to even count. In her defense, the candidate had been intelligent enough to forgo her bracelets and rings, but her jewelry and makeup were still way over the top for such a dirty chore. But, that was Keiko for you, and it was likely she was never going to change.
Begrudgingly receiving her orders, the candidate moodily flounced over to the firestone and began sacking it all up, immediately getting grim and dirt all over her hands. “Oh, SHARDS!” She snapped, shaking them in disgust. “This is TOTALLY getting all OVER my nails!” Bottom lip quivering, Keiko examined her brightly-painted nails, the same blue as her shirt. One of them had already gotten cracked, the polish chipping. “This is like, the worst thing ever.” She sighed, grabbing more of the filthy rock and flinging it into the bag. The candidate didn’t even have her beloved pet, Jazzy, to lighten her mood, since she hadn’t thought it a good idea to bring him to the dock. He would just be in the way. “This is so not cool.” Keiko muttered as she worked, her clothes and skin quickly becoming grimy and gross.
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
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Post by Lothyna on Oct 27, 2010 16:42:15 GMT -5
Having only recently arrived at the Weyr, Ver was still settling into the schedule, and the locations of things. Being a Trader, he had an acute interest in the commerce, though, and working near the docks gave him a fine chance to learn more-which is where he was headed. At least it was a nice enough day out, though he was certain heat would come in the afternoon-perhaps a time for a swim when the chores were done could be found, but for now he was more than willing to get to work. Spending yesterday getting moved and acquainted with everyone had been a bit too lax for him, used to the hard pace of the road or at least a good solid workout at home with his trainers. Thus, despite not enjoying the chore, per se, he was looking forward to it. And physical work that was repetitive definitely left him free to think, something he felt was needed given the abrupt change in his and Syana’s lives.
Approaching the dock, the young man blinked in surprise, having to stop and stare. Before him was a young woman, girl? He wasn’t too sure of her age, at any rate… Working at the same chore as him. While normally intrigued by any neat figure-and he wouldn’t deny she was attractive even if not classically so, that had nothing to do with the shock on his face. No, that was entirely due to the fact that of how the other candidate was dressed. He honestly had to wonder briefly at Keiko’s sanity, since he was fairly certain that everyone with a modicum of sense would wear sturdy, resilient clothing, not bright colors and baubles. He could even see chipped polish on her nails, and mentally rolled his eyes at that. Syana, graceful and loving of pretty things as she was, would never do that-and his sister was the only woman outside of his Trader kin he had interacted with recently.
Approaching slowly, the young man hid a grimace at the words he heard, and seeing the trembling lip. Shards. He hated when a woman was upset. Running a hand through his hair, the young man stepped forward, a small smile on his face as he grabbed a sack and got to work, knowing he’d be shedding the jerkin soon due to the heat. “Hello, miss. I assume you’re a candidate too?” He asked, watching her from underneath his eyelashes. “Trader Haverisen. I was Searched yesterday, and told to join you here today for chores.” He offered, deciding to keep his parentage quiet for the time being. After all, that rank wouldn’t matter here, not even if he did Impress a dragon, and could ruffle feathers and cause problems he didn’t want to deal with. Besides, his own rank never mattered much to him, beyond enjoying a few of the finer things in his life.
"How long have you been here?" He asked, as well, curious. He knew some people stayed candidates for quite some time if they didn't Impress, though he had been warned about being overage once he was no longer 22. However, that was still two years away, and a couple clutches, he'd heard... But he did want to know about the Weyr and life inside it. As a trader looking for business opportunities, and as a new candidate, uncertain about the world he'd been dumped into. Hopefully, the girl could tell him something about it, and maybe even be distracted enough to not cry... Which he really didn't know how he'd handle.
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Thorney
Dragonrider
Let's remove the space between me and you.
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Post by Thorney on Nov 1, 2010 11:50:19 GMT -5
Rather angrily flinging a hunk of firestone down into her bag, the girl glanced up quickly at the sound of a new voice, her eyes swiftly widening. At first, she began to smile, but then she remembered what she looked like, all dirty and gross, and Keiko inwardly groaned. Just great! ‘A hot guy shows up to help me and I look like this!’ She wailed mentally, but outwardly she forced a smile to her lips. “Hey there.” The candidate replied, her voice rather subdued as she listlessly tossed more stone inside the sack. The chunks she grabbed were small and easily the tiniest pieces there, but that was in actuality all she could lift without twisting a wrist or something. At least in her mind, anyway. “Yea I’m a candidate.” The usually-chipper girl replied with a sigh, wrinkling her nose as another piece of her nail polish flaked off. Faranth she hated this!
Shaking her head, glancing over the stranger, Keiko paused for a moment to rest while she considered his other questions. “It’s nice to meet you, Haverisen. I’m Keiko.” She said, still much more subdued than she generally was. If he had only caught her in the weyrhall or some other fun place, he would have seen her quirky and upbeat side. Looking back down at the firestone, she actually visibly shuddered when he said ‘chores.’ “I totally hate this chore.” The candidate snapped, glaring at the dockmaster as he walked by and waved at the piles before her, clearly telling her to get back to work. What a pompous deadglow! With a roll of her eyes, she turned around and resumed her work, albeit unenthusiastically.
Pausing to consider that, Keiko shook her head. “Like, not long.” She said with a little laugh, frowning a bit as she grabbed a chunk of firestone that was heavier than she planned. “I transferred right after Trith’s Flight.” She supplied, thinking about what he had said. Only just Searched? He was a newbie then, huh? Grinning a little, getting a bit of her spunk back as she remembered how she had felt right after being Searched, Keiko winked at him. “Although I’ve been a candidate for like, a few turns. I was actually Searched from Benden Hold and stood at Benden Weyr, though I didn’t Impress. I would probably have totally stayed there too, but this way-too-stuffy bronzerider sent me down here as like a punishment or something. He totally has a stick up his…” Glancing over as the dockmaster passed again, Keiko cleared her throat. “Well, he like, needs to loosen up.”
Tossing a few more chunks of stone into her bag, Keiko tilted her head to the side as she against focused her attention upon Haverisen. “So, you were like a trader? That’s cool. What made you decided to go when you were Searched?”
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Lothyna
Weyrling
Shadow Dancer
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Post by Lothyna on Nov 9, 2010 18:43:34 GMT -5
Grinning in relief at the smile lighting the girls’ face, Haverisen tucked away a sigh of thanks. No more tears! Working with a will, and taking the larger rocks from the pile-he could see her going after the smaller ones and chose not to comment, he glanced up again at her voice, eyes amused. He caught the wrinkled nose and noticed the chipped nails, and mentally laughed. His sister would never dress as she had, but he knew plenty of girls who did, and admitted privately that, while her timing was bad given the chore, she was pretty, if…bright. And apparently, that was her problem with this. Well, maybe if he kept her distracted enough with chatter they’d get through today’s round of chores without incident.
“Keiko? Pretty name.” He flirted, lightly, before shifting. While used to work, it didn’t mean he wasn’t starting to feel the heat, given that it was mid-day already. Shaking his hair back, Haverisen straightened, dusting his hands on his pants before pulling out a strip of leather to tie his hair back with, forming a tight knot at the base of his neck, and debated for a moment. Mentally giving a sigh, since he wasn’t trying to attract attention, but avoid the heat, yet knew how most girls reacted, he shrugged, and tugged off the jerking he wore, rolling back the sleeves of his shirt as he did so.
Going back to bagging, quicker now that he didn’t have hair in his face and wasn’t as restricted by his clothes, Ver kept at eye on Keiko, listening as she spoke. The shudder was somewhat overdramatic, he felt, but cute. “I don’t blame you. I certainly don’t enjoy it. Traveling with the Traders, We had little need of it, save for a small sack of fire-lizards sized bits for those that flew with us.” He smiled, remembering the explanations behind a large back of seemingly useless (due to their small size) firestone pieces when he’d first joined up with his family. As the dockmaster moved by, he arched an eyebrow at the man, then shook his head.
Why would they assign a chore that wasn’t suited? Then again, Riders did need to be fit… Still, there had to be another task that would help the girl. “I heard there was some trouble with her last Flight… Rumors of a dragon attacking her? We weren’t sure what to believe, to be honest. It sounded rather foreign.” He pried, gently, knowing that such information would prove useful in the future. “Here? A punishment?” he laughed, eyes sparkling in amusement as he filled the last of his bag and tied it off, before grabbing a new one to work on. “Well, I think you must have gotten the better end of that deal, hmm?”
A laugh left his lips as Keiko changed her intended words, and took him a few moments to calm down from. “Well. I shall remember that about Benden Bronze Riders, then.” He grinned, stifling a last chuckle in order to answer her. “Yes. My sister, who is here as well, and I are kin to the Traders. She and I are from Benden, actually.” He teased, with a smirk. “I came with her out of curiosity, and she came for her own reasons… More, though, we’ve both always admired the dragons, and… Well, we travel. If we don’t Impress, I think we’ll just resume traveling.”
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