07-12-2017, 04:20 AM
[align=center][size=8pt]Moksha's head tilted to the side slightly, like a curious dog, or an owl surveying for it's prey. "Olsef," he puffed, seemingly unbothered by the heat despite his thick hair and black clothing. He was silent the rest of the way down the steps, the only sound being the clicking of their feet on the metal steps and the roar of the factory below them. A few groups of people were laughing and singing, those who still had their fingers and who's arms were still sore with new work. As he reached the bottom, the heat grew more intense, now up close to the furnaces exhausts. Those around him averted their eyes as he passed, leading Olsef along a narrow walkway. "You will get work-safe clothes tomorrow, for now, do not catch any loose cloth on any working parts, it will be the death of you," he said, crossing over a small overpass and down some steps. The entire work-space was a maze, it seemed, though Moksha knew exactly where he was going. "You will be here. Follow that path into work each day, be here at six am sharp. No clocking in, but if I see your space empty, you're dead." He motioned slightly for Olsef to step up to the moving line of metal bars.