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Neil had been on the island for quite sometime now (how much time, he forgot from time to time, because his watch had stopped or gotten stepped, one or the other), and in that time he'd decided to pick up a new set of skills, a hobby. It was his way of giving back to those he knew and had met and cared about, which is why he was sitting on the ground outside the hut he shared with Amy and Eddie and Lily and Emmy, a whole heck of a lot of stuff in front of him.
Most of it was in a pile (for a reason, he was certain), and there was a definite look of concentration on his face (concentration, not a grimmace, concentration) as he glanced from the diagram he had propped open against the rock by his foot and long piece of wood he was holding together in his hands. Things weren't quite going how he'd planned them (not a first, but still he was a bit annoyed). However, he wasn't going to be beat.
This arbour wasn't going to get him down, it was going to...well, not beautiful, but passable, sturdy and good for growing viney things.
Maybe whistling wood help (whistle while you work, like the song said, perhaps), but he didn't want to risk it with nails in his mouth. That would not end well. Not at all.
[ooc: open to all. come take pity on the poor, not to crafty curling canadian. or laugh at him.]
Most of it was in a pile (for a reason, he was certain), and there was a definite look of concentration on his face (concentration, not a grimmace, concentration) as he glanced from the diagram he had propped open against the rock by his foot and long piece of wood he was holding together in his hands. Things weren't quite going how he'd planned them (not a first, but still he was a bit annoyed). However, he wasn't going to be beat.
This arbour wasn't going to get him down, it was going to...well, not beautiful, but passable, sturdy and good for growing viney things.
Maybe whistling wood help (whistle while you work, like the song said, perhaps), but he didn't want to risk it with nails in his mouth. That would not end well. Not at all.
[ooc: open to all. come take pity on the poor, not to crafty curling canadian. or laugh at him.]