. summer's play

[boarddyd]

Who: Dimitri + Babysitters
When: April - May 2020
Where: Aefenglom, Outer City, Wildes
What: Catch all
Warnings: None (will be edited)

[ catch-all for april + may | contact @ tendopeshuu or here ]

Comments

feel free to let the whole thing fucking fall LOL

[boarddyd]

Unfortunately, I've just arrived myself. If there's any organized aid being given to this area, I don't know of it.

All I am aware of is the lack of attention the outer city gets from the governing body. [A thought which diminishes his smile, lips slack as he turns his attention back to the task at hand.

Mild discomfort is enough to send a message - though Dimitri interprets it as 'finish as quickly as possible' rather than 'be careful.'

There's nothing delicate about the way he tosses the metal slap atop the two beams. He quickly follows the piece with his hand, steadying it as it lands but putting more pressure on the points of contact.

His beam digs into the mud, which he supposes will steady it for now. Before letting go, he looks to the other man, assessing if he's in a position to release safely.] Are you ready?

We'll blame it on the guy who took his other hand, seems legit to me

[turmoiling]

I had heard some word of people getting together to assist, but it wasn't clear how official it was, simply an incidentally overheard conversation.

[He shares in turn, only to wince as Dimitri slams the metal down. That was not what he had in mind at all, and the initial slam of makeshift roofing makes the board shudder out of his arm, not helped at all by the angle he's taking while still trying to conceal the not-so-old injury.]

One moment. Ah--

[And there it goes, Jin Guangyao jumping back out of the way of the sliding piece of metal, because the last thing he needs is another injury. There's been far far too many in recent memory, even if most are healed now.]

sounds reasonable

[boarddyd]

[Apparently, his helper wasn't ready.

Metal tumbles into the mud, splashing some of the wetter clumps onto Dimitri's boots, speckling the other man as well. Dimitri is more concerned about the state of the makeshift roof - he doesn't want to force this poor woman to live under dripping muck and cracking soil.

With a sigh, he lifts it only to throw it aside - one handed, a casual display of brute strength he gives no second thought to. Maybe he should have, because doing so only splatters more mud on the two of them.

Face freckled with dirt, Dimitri resets his wooden beams and leans them on one another.] I'm sorry, I should have counted down.

Are you alright?