bob baker has zero real life application skills (uncast) wrote in willowbrookrpg, @ 2013-09-01 22:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, day: september 01, margaret pruitt, player: erin 2, player: liv, robert baker |
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Who: Robert Baker + Margaret Pruitt
What: Familiarizing himself with his new work, new home, new life.
When: Morning of 2013 September 1
Where: Starts at Room 104 in the Teachers' Apartment Building of Willowbrook.
Rating: ~PG
Status: Finished.
He was a history graduate and a groundskeeper. What a history graduate knew about keeping grounds, not even Robert knew but it was the best job he was offered and he took it without further thought. They'd walk him through it, they assured him, and that was all Bob needed.
Early that morning, Robert James Baker decided that enough was enough and it was time to stop pretending that he could still sleep. After another restless night, he rose from the bed wearing the same clothes he'd worn the last day, limped towards his bathroom and took a shower. He was a lot better now compared to the day he'd literally come crashing into Willowbrook, pleading for sanctuary -- many of his cuts had more or less healed now, his wounds had been dressed and his leg was also getting better. Soon enough, he'll be walking normally, again.
His clothes weren't much different from the last day -- still with the Willowbrook shirt, the Willowbrook hoodie (God, of all the days it had to be raining...), the Willowbrook trainers and his own pair of rubber shoes, the only things he kept of his own clothes because otherwise, he would have no footwear left. He was like a walking advertising material, he thought, as he tried to fix his hair in the mirror and shave but the bruise on the corner of his lips and the gash on his cheek was making it a little harder. When he managed not to cut himself, Robert breathed out a sigh of relief. How much more of a sorry lot would he look with another injury on his face?
He gathered his folders, with the ground maps and manual and list of inventories and things to do, as he limped to his door. Hand upon the knob, he looked around his barren room to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything -- until he remembered that he had nothing after all. Satisfied, he opened the door and locked it behind him.
Robert kept to the walls and tried to restrain his limping as he began to cross the hall. It was the first day of September, the day students would be moving in and the first day of his job as a groundskeeper. What a history graduate knew about keeping grounds, he still didn't know but his face was void of any such confusion or thought. When he looked up to the sound of approaching footsteps, though, he raised his head a little and squared his shoulders. "Good morning," he said with a smile.
And then tripped in his own limp and clang to the wall for balance as his files came splattering down the floor to form a dry puddle around him. Good morning indeed.