07-12-2017, 03:36 AM
[align=center][size=9pt]Moksha frowned, his chin tilting up so he could stare down his nose at Olsef like the bug he was. "The rush, is that you're making me run late," he snapped, tossing his head like an angry bull as he turned. He pushed his hair out of his face with one calloused hand, glaring at the ceiling as if to ask why he was stuck with this shit. Again. "We've got a quota to make." He started forward at a swift pace, clearly irritated and pissed that he had to waste any more time waking up some lazy bastard like he was their mother. Today was the day Moksha was training the newbies, putting them out on a conveyor belt and making them do the heavy lifting. Olsef had zero other talent, as far as Moksha was concerned. Between not being favored by Calum, and Advay not giving a shit enough to glance at the newcomers, Moksha was stuck with the lot of them. If the little bitch couldn't get his hands dirty lifting some steel, he'd be cut up and fed to Advay's dogs. "Are you keeping up," he snarled, turning to glare over his shoulder with predatory blue eyes. They were passing through a dull hallway with gray walls and plain black tile. A large window to their left was opening into the expansive factory below, people working side by side to align rods and bend pipes for export already. The forge itself was visible from this high up, burning hot and making the air waver around it.