RP: High ho, high ho...
Date: November 26, 2004
Character(s): Jack Sloper, Roger Davies
Location: Familiar Ground
Status: Public?
Summary: What's shaped, hard, and gives you all kinds of hell if you hold it wrong?
Completion: Complete
The daylight streamed through the large window at the front of the store, its beams mingling with the dust and debris in the air as the sounds of drilling and hammering resounded throughout the small shop. Jack reached over his newly-installed counter top, the product of hours of resizing, cutting and sanding finally come to fruition as he pulled the trigger on his drill for the final time, grinning slightly as the screw bored into the wood, the high-pitched whine from the electric motor combining with the sound of splinters disintegrating under the metal. He released the button and shifted backwards, bringing himself up to eye level with the flat surface.
"Oi, Rog?" He called over the sounds of hammering. "Stop mauling that shelf for a second and c'mere, will ya?" The tapping of metal against metal ceased as his workmate made his way over, a hammer held loosely between his fingers.
"This look straight to you?" Jack asked, cocking his head slightly at the counter, as if having his line of sight diagonally would help somehow. "Pass us that spirit level will you?"
Character(s): Jack Sloper, Roger Davies
Location: Familiar Ground
Status: Public?
Summary: What's shaped, hard, and gives you all kinds of hell if you hold it wrong?
Completion: Complete
The daylight streamed through the large window at the front of the store, its beams mingling with the dust and debris in the air as the sounds of drilling and hammering resounded throughout the small shop. Jack reached over his newly-installed counter top, the product of hours of resizing, cutting and sanding finally come to fruition as he pulled the trigger on his drill for the final time, grinning slightly as the screw bored into the wood, the high-pitched whine from the electric motor combining with the sound of splinters disintegrating under the metal. He released the button and shifted backwards, bringing himself up to eye level with the flat surface.
"Oi, Rog?" He called over the sounds of hammering. "Stop mauling that shelf for a second and c'mere, will ya?" The tapping of metal against metal ceased as his workmate made his way over, a hammer held loosely between his fingers.
"This look straight to you?" Jack asked, cocking his head slightly at the counter, as if having his line of sight diagonally would help somehow. "Pass us that spirit level will you?"