To the end of the Hallway [Private]

Back of the school is a large garden surrounded by hedges and a large pond with open paths. This area of the school is for you to chat with other characters casually, discuss your school work, practice your technique without fear of running into creatures of Grimm, and to meet new people.
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Kyrios Tefras
1st Semester
Posts: 12
Joined: Tue Mar 20, 2018
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Weapon: Cyclic Flame
Semblance: Soul of Embers

To the end of the Hallway [Private]

Post by Kyrios Tefras » Sat Apr 14, 2018

This was usually the best Kyrios could generally do when it came to anything close to a job. Then again, he wasn't really cut out for a job that was considered 'regular' being his general soft skills combined with his looks made him seem like someone that you really wouldn't want to cross on a particularly bad day. So with said soft skills and looks, he seemed more cut out for whatever odd job he could pick up here and there. Some errands need done? He's got it. You need a custom made part? He'll make it for a decent price. You need some boxes carried from point A to point B? Doesn't matter, he'll do it. While he was terrible with his generally rough-edged personality, he was pretty excellent for menial tasks and general labor -it was his only source of income after all.

Today, it was a simple job. Some parts needed to be carried across campus to some sort of workshop if he recalled the info that he was given. The ashen student recalled that the fellow didn't really enjoy going on the campus' grounds for some reason, heck if he would know why; but he was being paid for this, and that was all that mattered so far. Brisk steps across the undeniably concrete paths that were strewn about Beacon and the jangle of parts from the stacked boxes in his arms made his presence more than obvious as students passed or even were passed by the lanky fellow. The path was right against the dormitory building's walls with what easily was what he imagined where the workshop would have been, considering it should have been in good proximity to students in general. To be quite fair he kind of liked the path itself, given how it seemed fairly alive and almost never empty. Maybe cause they always got somethin' to do? His thoughts gave way to the most obvious answer, which seemed to make sense no matter how it was cut or shown.

Soon enough the red eyed student had gotten closer to what would have been a corner, one that forked into two directions -forming a 'T' intersection with the left still hugging the dormitory's walls and the other going off to lord knows where. He knew where he had to go, just take the left and all will be fine. He increased his pace, hefting the boxes a little up higher, his eyes peeking just over the stack. People seemed to naturally gravitate out of his way, moving themselves out of Kyrios' way as the box carrying student made way towards the bend. Kyrios' peripheral vision at the moment wasn't the best, given that he was just peeking over the boxes he had been carrying. This lack of full awareness was his downfall as he didn't really see the student that came by, losing his footing as he was bumped into. Stumbling and trying to keep the boxes safe from the harshness of the ground before ultimately falling onto the concrete path "Son of a...!" He managed to yell out before the boxes impacted his torso, knocking the wind out of him before he could have completed the expletive of the sentence.

And there he laid, the fairly heavy boxes pressing against his chest as he seemed to rest on the concrete with a groan. The ashen student's back felt sore, but thankfully because of aura, it was nothing more than the sting of soreness itself. The boxes seemed like they were in good condition at least, and hopefully the contents were safe too. He turned his head to the left, then to the right, and soon after that he grabbed the box that was closest to his face -the one that was on the top of the two box stack- and set it on the ground beside him. After that he just moved his upper body to something of a rather imperfect right angle with his legs as the other box slid down to his own legs, lightly stretching the soreness away as he looked about for the culprit of the bumping into.
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