Staying Inside Today. Seriously.

by **Yung Light** on January 31st, 2014, 3:36 pm

15th of Winter (513 AV)
In his apartment
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Bang. Bang! Boom!

The sound of the vicious hail kept reminding him of his condition, stuck inside with no choice, for outside was the anger of the god's. Smacking the ground, roof and what not, it seemed that it was definitely deadly. Here Light sat, on the ground, his body wrapped up in a small useless cheap blanket. He held a lock in his hands, a simple door lock, one that he had seen countless times. In his lap was a set of tools, ranging from his pick to his tension wrench, all ready to be used for their job. He sighed, for it was truly hard to keep concentration, with such an event going on outside.

Even now, he was day dreaming about how it all had went down, how a few moments ago it wasn't like this. He was outside, although he had barely made it out of the house, and he was on his way to go earn some money. When out of nowhere, large chunks of ice began to fall from the sky. He even saw one man get hit, and dropped to the floor. Judging from the lifelessness and blank emotion shown by his body, Light assumed he was dead. Although, even if he was unconscious, being left out there would definitely have him dead by now.

"He wasn't strong enough to survive... I guess." He thought to himself, lowering the lock as he got more lost in thought. "Everyday this world claims the weak, and I'll be damned if I'm claimed, I'll never let that happen."

If his mentor black was here, he could've easily been snapped back to work, but that seemed like it would never happen. It would never-

BOOM!

Hail pounded his roof, destroying the focus that took him off of his focus, thus bringing him back to reality. He snatched the lock and rested it on his knee, picking up his wrench and his pick, he slowly inserted them into the lock. Tilting his pick, so that it wouldn't restrict the wrench, staring at them with focus. He already knew the lock, but decided to go with standard procedure, twisting the wrench first. He went left, feeling tight resistance and then an unmovable force. Then moving right, he felt the tightness for a bit, then relief as it let the wrench in, holding it in place. Now he had to focus with his pick, his favorite part, he had to be gentle.

He showed these locks the same attention as one of Brega's girls would show a customer, of course his trade was more noble in his opinion. Soon, he found himself almost slipping away again, and he was still picking the lock. Soon he would go too far, and have to start over again, so he tried to stare at the lock. Feeling the tension build up in his hand, he could tell he was close to that sweet spot, so close. He felt it getting ready to pop open, so close.

BOOM!

Another piece of hail made him jump, somehow hitting his front door, creating such a loud sound he dropped his tools. "Damn!" He grunted as he watched his hands shake, "I gotta stay focused or I might as well find a new job..." He stood up, removing the blanket and walking to the door, opening it up to looks outside. Hail and empty streets, that's all he could see. Closing the door he began to walk away.

BOOM!

Another jump, he seriously was on edge, and this hail wasn't letting up. He sat back down and placed the blanket back around his body, picking up the tools and the lock. "It's just distractions... Nothing too serious." He tried calming himself down, acting as if he was ok with the situation. He began picking away once more, trying to ignore anything that came up.

by **Yung Light** on January 31st, 2014, 7:12 pm

Tick, tick, tick, pop!

The victorious sound of the lock coming undone once more, virtually granting him access to riches untold, that would most likely last him a day in the real world. He had unlocked the lock several times today, but he always jumped or messed up once a huge piece of hail struck his door, so he didn't count any true successes today. He decided that he had to learn this, he truly had to. Normally, it wouldn't matter, but the more he thought about it the more important it seemed. If he really didn't learn to concentrate under certain conditions, then he would never get his big break, and he would stay stuck in this bottom feeder's town his whole life.

New determination in his soul, he grabbed the tools and held the lock in place with his boots, gripping them tightly. He began by lifting up pick, reaching for the pins, a task that usually took silence for him, but these were tough times. He pushed it all the way, slowly pulling it out and repeating, to get a feel for the pins. He already knew this lock inside and out, but once again, following procedure was something black taught him. He then began with the pin furthest back in the lock, raising it up slowly, till it locked in place firmly with a tick. Sliding to the next pin, he repeated, sticking out his tongue to show that he was actually getting into his job.

BOOM!

He jumped a bit, but this time he clenched the tools harder, trying his hardest to never let them go. He wiggled his hands a tad, bringing the life and blood back to them, as the pick began moving again. He then slid to the next pin, sighing heavily, for he almost forgot to breathe in such a situation. He began to hold his breath involuntarily, moving around inside the lock, he was working. The next pin was being worked when-

BANG! BANG! BOOM!

This he did not jump, he just exhaled slowly, and breathed back in another deep breath. He held his air once more, working the lock, and never breaking determination. He began to lose his bodily functions for a moment, sight darkening and hearing fading, he was only focused on the lock. The final pin, it seemed like the god's were throwing hail at his house and him. His tongue dried out from the air, he was almost....-

Plink..

The lock unlocked once more, granting victory to him, letting his mind wonder and blaze with excitement. He stood up, dropping his tools and holding his forehead with his right hand, attempting to self diagnose. "With an ache like this... Calls for something special." He picked up his shining tools, walking over to a chest near the bed, kneeling down. He prodded it for a few moments, debating his actions almost. He then placed in his tools, poking around and moving delicately, trying to be gentle. A loud slam came from above, but this time he didn't even jump, it wasn't acknowledged anymore, kind of just like rain to him.

He popped open the chest, filled with ice and other specialties. Shoving his hand in greedily, he pulled out a tall wine bottle, glass greener than grass. He shoved his pick into the top, pulling it off quickly, and downing the contents of half of the bottle. Slamming close the chest, which closed instantly by itself, he sat on Black's bed, something he wasn't supposed to do. "This is some good juice... Seriously." He smiled as he felt accomplished, laying down, he began to stare at the ceiling. Downing a quarter of the contents, he began to drift asleep with the bottle in his hand, until he finally fell asleep.

[Later]

He woke up to Black smiling at him, something he didn't expect to see at all. Quickly jumping up, he got out of the bed and began to walk to his part of the floor. "Forgive me Black, I didn't mean to fall aslee-"

"It's fine, you got sleepy and decided to sleep on a bed, that was an ok move in my book."

Light smiled, his mentor was being incredibly nice, and it wasn't a special occasion. He noticed he was standing in broken glass, juice all on the floor. "Don't worry I'm gonna clean that up, and I'll buy you some more juice..."

"Why'd you pop open 'da juice anyway?" He chuckled, looking over at the lock and tools on the floor by Light's blanket.

"Yeah,... I've kinda been working on my skills lately, and I was trying- Well, I figured that I couldn't unlock a lock with a lot of distractions, then I wasn't gonna make it in this world. Ya know?" He then placed on his cloak, walking towards the door. "Anyways, that's what I popped open the juice for. Sorry."

Black was silent for a while, as if he was contemplating something, although he was giving off the look of a mad parent. "Light, I think your finally old enough... Your not that same kid I found on the street years ago, you've matured into a young man, and as such... I think it's time you start to think about your future." He walked up to Light, patting his shoulder and leaning in closely. "It's time to stop chasing petty change, and get into the real money... You know what I'm talking about son. Now go, clear your head, and get back to me when your mind is made up."

Light nodded and walked out, closing the door silently, he didn't have a word to say. For things had truly changed, and he did want to keep the moment mature. Although a lot of emotions were blazing deep within him, he had to handle it appropriately. But-

Where was the real money at?

by **Zandelia** on March 9th, 2014, 9:18 pm

Yung :

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