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Sixth Floor | Friday Morning

The huge wall that separated the sixth floor that everyone could from, well, the unknown was still up though it was still a little battered. Professor Dex and the students had done a very good job of starting in on the demolition. Today was, of course, about continuing that.

"Good morning," he greeted. "Please don your hard hats and continue working on the wall. We're trying to prevent the use of explosives so it might take us a little longer than usual. All the tools are provided and safety is the top issue."

He nodded at said tools.

"Take breaks when you need them and help each other out if the need arises. Come find myself or Professor Dex should you need any further help."

With that, he nodded and sent them off to work.

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Up and at 'em, bright and early, tear into that wall!

Edited 2009-05-15 11:21 (UTC)

Hard hat on, Johnny was going at that wall with a sledgehammer, working hard.

Karla was furious. She was also overtired. This was a very bad combination for a girl who already had a notoriously bad temper. Right now, more than anything, Karla wanted to bite something.

Or someone. Actually, several someones.

However, Karla also knew that her temper wasn't much suited for the detention that was sure to follow after any fights she felt like picking today. Instead, she decided to take the mature and responsible route, and find somewhere she could legitimately beat on things.

She thought about the salle, but as she had very little weapons training, she decided to avoid going somewhere just to look like an idiot. And the first person to offer her training, thus drawing attention to her piss-poor fighting skills, was going to regret it.

However, she had heard that the seniors were working on a project that involved destroying walls. After scrubbing walls until the wee hours of the morning, breaking a few sounded like a damn good idea.

She stalked over to the male who appeared to be in charge. "Give me something to hit, please."

"You're welcome to hit the wall with any of the tools provided," he said, gesturing to the tools. "Be careful not to hurt yourself, though."

"I. Will. Be. Fine." she said in what was not--quite--a snarl. An over protective male was not something she could handle right now.

Karla hadn't learned yet that males in this world could be concerned without being overprotective. And in her mood, she probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference anyway.

Instead, she snatched up a hammer and started savagely beating a wall far away from where everyone else was working. She did, however, make sure to put on safety equipment. The last thing she needed was some ~~male~~ stranger coming over and nagging her about not wearing any.

Edited 2009-05-15 18:15 (UTC)

Fraser watched to make sure she did, indeed, put on the safety equipment as that was one thing he was extremely stringent on before he went back to work.

He did keep glancing over just to make sure she didn't beat the wall into submission but he kept his distance.

Normally, Karla would have been aware of someone keeping an eye on her, but right now, all of her attention was focused on making sure the wall in front of her paid the price for everything that had angered, confused, or embarrased her in the past week.

It was kind of a long list.

She pounded on the wall for well over an hour. The only time she stopped was to call in a flask and take several long drinks, before vanishing it again and going back to hitting the wall with enthusiasm. And she wasn't above using a bit of surreptitious Craft to help. She wanted to work through her anger, not tear something and end up in pain. Fortunately, as a Healer, Karla knew exactly how much stress her body could take without damage.

There had been a test.

Anout forty-five minutes before lunchtime, the wall capitulated and Karla had one. She put her sledgehammer down and rested against it for a few minutes. Her legs felt wobbly, her knucles were sore from being wrapped so tightly around the handle, and her hair was sticking to her forehead and neck, but overall, she felt really, really good. She did use Craft to float the hammer back, though. Now that she'd put it down, she wasn't entirely certain she could pick it back up.

"Thank you," she said to the male in charge. She sounded much friendlier this time. "This was exactly what I needed. I appreciate your kindness."

Edited 2009-05-15 19:04 (UTC)

Take a load off, eat some food. Visitors are welcome during lunch!

Edited 2009-05-15 11:21 (UTC)

Back to work! Keep at the wall. It'll come down soon!

Edited 2009-05-15 11:21 (UTC)

Subthreads coming up!

He was there, wearing a bright orange hard hat and hammering at the wall.

Ronon hated the hat, but someone had insisted, so there he was, looking stupid and beating the piss out of the wall.

If you'd like to watch the students work hard!

And we are done! FRIIIIIIIIIIIIIDAY.

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