Post by Evangeline Dawson on Jul 15, 2011 20:44:23 GMT -6
The tinkering of miners was not quiet work. Throwing a pick axe into graphite and rock was not easy. Hauling chunks of the export was far from simple. And yet everyday, Evan was underground doing those things as if it were the most uncomplicated work there was. Adjusting her head lamp, she swung her pick axe back, and into the wall of rock in front of her, with a loud thud. She repeated the action until a hefty piece of graphite came loose. She hooked bare fingers around it, her gloves abandoned somewhere close by, and pulled it out.
Dropping it into a full bin, she called for an empty bin, and the full one was taken away. Her boots crunched over the ground as she made her way to her father. She didn't understand why he was still working down here, knowing the noise had started to bother him a few months back. She poked at his shoulder until he turned around, and motioned she was taking her break. While there was no actual way to keep track of time while in the tunnels, after working in them for a considerable amount of time, you developed the knack at being able to tell it.
She stood on her toes, and kissed his cheek before walking off into one of the more open areas workers usually took their break in. She peeled her long sleeves off, in attempt to cool down a little. Sweat dampened the fabric of the shirt she wore underneath in between her collar bones. Evan wiped at her forehead, nodding to a few people she knew, and went to sit by herself. Sitting, she glanced around. Spotting a few of the people she had first talked to about her suspicions. The whispers she had sent were spreading like wildfire, no one really knowing where they had come from. if someone was clever enough, they could trace them back to her, but no one really had the time.
Evan leaned against the stone behind her and closed her eyes briefly. No, Evan would never admit that the work tired her beyond belief. That she was only down there to bring a little bit of peace to her fathers mind.
Dropping it into a full bin, she called for an empty bin, and the full one was taken away. Her boots crunched over the ground as she made her way to her father. She didn't understand why he was still working down here, knowing the noise had started to bother him a few months back. She poked at his shoulder until he turned around, and motioned she was taking her break. While there was no actual way to keep track of time while in the tunnels, after working in them for a considerable amount of time, you developed the knack at being able to tell it.
She stood on her toes, and kissed his cheek before walking off into one of the more open areas workers usually took their break in. She peeled her long sleeves off, in attempt to cool down a little. Sweat dampened the fabric of the shirt she wore underneath in between her collar bones. Evan wiped at her forehead, nodding to a few people she knew, and went to sit by herself. Sitting, she glanced around. Spotting a few of the people she had first talked to about her suspicions. The whispers she had sent were spreading like wildfire, no one really knowing where they had come from. if someone was clever enough, they could trace them back to her, but no one really had the time.
Evan leaned against the stone behind her and closed her eyes briefly. No, Evan would never admit that the work tired her beyond belief. That she was only down there to bring a little bit of peace to her fathers mind.