07-12-2017, 03:54 AM
[align=center][size=8pt]Moksha frowned, his upper lip curling like a wolf's snarl. "Great, you skipped the briefing too. What a bright one, you are," he growled, turning around again with his braid swishing down his back. "You're going to learn how to shape steel bars at section seven B of the factory. There's a space open after someone caught their hand in the machine." He rolled his shoulders, adjusting his dark jacket with a single shrug. "You'll be working with three other people in your specific quad-section, meaning one person is going to bend it one way, you bend it the other and send it on it's way," he took a sharp left, pushing open a door into an old metal stairwell, open aired to the rest of the factory. Sweltering air pushed it's way into the air conditioned hallway, it was no wonder the rest of the factory workers were shining with sweat. "One pair on one side of the conveyor belt, one pair on the other." Hands behind his back like a drill sergeant, he started down the stairs. "What's your name again?" He glared over his shoulder, still scowling.