Post by Im Tae Hyun on Jun 26, 2011 18:14:12 GMT
"Hell." Tae Hyun spit, a few beads of blood forming along the cut. "Stupid glass."
He hated the dumps. Granted his home wasn't more than a kilometer down the road, but it was different here; unfortunate Lowlanders like himself could smell it a mile away, but actually having to see the heaps of scrummage would make your stomach turn.
"Screw this," He threw a couple of old tennis shoes in his bag, thinking to use the soles for tire patches. "I'm done."
It was hot and the island winds hadn't come round the whole summer. Tae Hyun hoped there wouldn't be some massive storm coming to 'make up' for the season's drought. A flooded shelter was the last thing he needed now. Business was down and he'd agreed to take twice the usual loads to deliver from the market. A rain's delay wasn't about to just come in and ruin his week's pay.
Kicking aside an old can, he sat down. He sighed, feeling over a seat peddle he had found earlier. Days like this just made him want to turn in and register for food stamps, especially with the heat as it was.
A felted shirt had caught his eye as he stood up. He couldn't quit, not now. As he made his way over to the shirt, he realized it wasn't a shirt at all...it was some sort of...hat?
Tae Hyun picked it up, brushing off the top before going to clean out the brim of the head-seat.
"Now what sort of article are you supposed to be now?"
He studied the emblem on the crown of the hat. Ribbons of red, white, and gold lined the embroidery of gold.
Tae Hyun had never seen something as beautiful in his life. Brushing off the underling, he pulled out his hand-knife to pick out the bits and pieces of dirt and such from the emblem. Whomever had owned this hat last must have been mad, Tae Hyun decided; such a thing could be sold for three weeks worth of fine dining, not to mention the supplemental value.
"Such a thing belongs in a museum." He said to himself, slowly going to place the hat on his own head.
Despite it tripling the heat, Tae Hyun kept it on. It felt...right for some reason. He wouldn't admit to it, but the hat, despite his rustiness, made him feel like a higher-up. Tae Hyun decided he wouldn't be giving away the article; not to a museum, not ever.
[[this is just the first part, will finish later when I have more time. The hat he was describing can be found here: thepeoplescube.com/images/Soviet_Army_General_Hat.jpg. It probably survived the 'other world', not sure yet. It's not a Soviet hat, as the title claims. Just a general communist design.]]
He hated the dumps. Granted his home wasn't more than a kilometer down the road, but it was different here; unfortunate Lowlanders like himself could smell it a mile away, but actually having to see the heaps of scrummage would make your stomach turn.
"Screw this," He threw a couple of old tennis shoes in his bag, thinking to use the soles for tire patches. "I'm done."
It was hot and the island winds hadn't come round the whole summer. Tae Hyun hoped there wouldn't be some massive storm coming to 'make up' for the season's drought. A flooded shelter was the last thing he needed now. Business was down and he'd agreed to take twice the usual loads to deliver from the market. A rain's delay wasn't about to just come in and ruin his week's pay.
Kicking aside an old can, he sat down. He sighed, feeling over a seat peddle he had found earlier. Days like this just made him want to turn in and register for food stamps, especially with the heat as it was.
A felted shirt had caught his eye as he stood up. He couldn't quit, not now. As he made his way over to the shirt, he realized it wasn't a shirt at all...it was some sort of...hat?
Tae Hyun picked it up, brushing off the top before going to clean out the brim of the head-seat.
"Now what sort of article are you supposed to be now?"
He studied the emblem on the crown of the hat. Ribbons of red, white, and gold lined the embroidery of gold.
Tae Hyun had never seen something as beautiful in his life. Brushing off the underling, he pulled out his hand-knife to pick out the bits and pieces of dirt and such from the emblem. Whomever had owned this hat last must have been mad, Tae Hyun decided; such a thing could be sold for three weeks worth of fine dining, not to mention the supplemental value.
"Such a thing belongs in a museum." He said to himself, slowly going to place the hat on his own head.
Despite it tripling the heat, Tae Hyun kept it on. It felt...right for some reason. He wouldn't admit to it, but the hat, despite his rustiness, made him feel like a higher-up. Tae Hyun decided he wouldn't be giving away the article; not to a museum, not ever.
[[this is just the first part, will finish later when I have more time. The hat he was describing can be found here: thepeoplescube.com/images/Soviet_Army_General_Hat.jpg. It probably survived the 'other world', not sure yet. It's not a Soviet hat, as the title claims. Just a general communist design.]]