GOD HELP THE OUTCASTS [c]

[eli]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] i thought we all were children of god It wasn't a morning if Eli wasn't being dragged away from one of his long-term projects to come to the aid of a house call. While what little faith he had in the Harvest Goddess was strong, he rarely found himself making his way into town to seek out shelter in the embracing arms of the church. The neglect reflected was a direct result of the lacking attendance to the building. Eli couldn't resist a cringe as he struggled to loose the doors open, their shrill creaking sending splinters through his already aching eardrums. Firmly forcing the door shut behind him, the carpenter took in the entirety of the grand hall, her stunning archways and the stained glass portrait that illuminated the wall behind the altar and dais. He was certain that, had the sky not been so heavily downcast by a promising rain, it would be radiant. Through the heavy shadows projected by the columns and the lack of light altogether, Elijah couldn't see a single soul in either the pews or the front. Uncertain of where it would be safe to set his heavy satchel down, he continued to labour it over his shoulder while he navigated the hall, painfully aware of each hollow step that filled the room. He called out tentatively, wary of even his own volume. "Miss Gillespie?" The natural acoustics amplified and carried his voice, making his tender ears ring. If there was anyone present, they certainly would hear him. WORDS: 246 TAGS: seraphita! credit to ALPHA of BACK TO NEVERLAND

[seraphita]

[atrb=align,right][atrb=style,width:320,btable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-bottom: 1px solid #707070;] at 7:12am a first love appears

It was morning but Sera was still tired. She didn’t get enough sleep last night since she was looking for a recipe to try out. After her shift at the church she would go home and make the chocolate and vanilla pudding éclair. She was also expecting a visitor for today. The carpenter Elijah was arriving to fix the somewhat broken down church. While some worshippers came to the church, the place was in bad shape. When the doors were opened, they made a creaking sound and the windows were dull that in need of shining. "Miss Gillespie?" Oh, he was here already. From her work area, Seraphita exited to meet the carpenter. ”Oh, hi. I suppose you’re here to fix the doors? They make a horrible creaking sound whenever the door gets opened. You think you can fix it for me?”

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[eli]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] i thought we all were children of god "Creaking doors, eh..." Elijah repeated, this time tentative to keep his voice down to an audible mutter. Clear of whatever ill opinion he had for the task at hand. It wasn't that he minded touching up a few doors, keeping in mind the growing headache that now rang true through his tender temples. Work was work, money was money. However, as polite as he was and would continue to be towards the young shrine attendant, to call him away, in a rather urgent fashion, from his heavy workload to spend the morning fixing creaking doors? It was... He couldn't allow himself to think ill thoughts of Miss Gillespie, but he would dedicate a drink to the wasted time when twilight had come and passed. Wandering back to the door he entered from, Eli set his tool satchel aside, shedding his thick jacket as well, and began going about examining the issues. Bracing himself this time for the follow terrible creak that would echo when he forced both doors open with the side of his shoulder. What little light there was to be had through the dense clouds filtered into the church hall, giving the already dreary carpenter some aid while he checked the hinges. "How long have they been creaking, Miss Gillespie?" He asked as he retrieved the proper bit for the screws from his kit. WORDS: 226 TAGS: seraphita! credit to ALPHA of BACK TO NEVERLAND

[seraphita]

[atrb=align,right][atrb=style,width:320,btable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-bottom: 1px solid #707070;] at 7:12am a first love appears

”Ever since I started working here… they’ve really become a problem.” They were creepy to hear, especially during the late hours of the night if Sera was working overtime, even though those times were rare. But she really didn’t know how long the doors were in this state… it was best for Elijah to ask the priest. Maybe he knew? Taking a few minutes to place the necessary items on the altar, she turned towards Elijah as he began working on the doors. ”Not only do the doors cause problems…” There was also the leaking roof. That was certainly a problem on days when it was raining. It was temporarily fixed with tar paper, but Sera knew it wouldn’t last. ”Could you also fix the roof as well? The roof leaked and the area where it leaked has tar paper under it. The priest told me the shingles need to be nailed onto the roof after the plywood beneath is replaced.” She wanted to help too, but was afraid she would get in the way of Elijajh’s work. Maybe she could repay him by making a little sweet treat for him.

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[eli]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true] [atrb=style,width:320px,bTable] i thought we all were children of god Without missing a beat, Elijah continued to work on the doors as the young nun provided additional tasks to be done around the church. It could have been perceived as ignoring her, but Eli did hear every word she said. He was simply concentrating, focusing on the task at hand before setting his mind on the next. Which, given the present task, wouldn't be long after. Judging from the fit within the doorframe, someone hadn't been bothered to properly secure the screws, instead nailing them in the rest of the way. While he didn't right off the possibility of oiling or even replacing the aged hardware, he had a sinking suspicion that the fix was much simpler [and cheaper] than that. All it took was the right screwdriver, a few new screws, and a strong hand. Sure enough, within a matter of moments, the stoic carpenter was already grabbing hold of the first door and testing it, the action not even stirring a mild squeak. Eli could hardly be proud of himself over work like this. Not after doing these small tasks for so many years, on top of being involved in what was considered the most disappointing profession of the Waters family. But, if fixing a loud door meant Marina being able to buy a cookie next time they went to the grocer, he would fix squeaky doors for the rest of his life. This job just happened to be only minutes in thousands. The pair remained in silence whilst the carpenter finished the other half of the job, another simple process of loosening tight screws. Only for the sake of giving the church its money's worth did he fish out a small container of oil to dress the old hinges. After wiping his filthy fingers off on his already stained jeans, Eli addressed Miss Gillespie in the same quiet manner. "Doors should be good. Try them out, if you like. I'll have to take a look at the roof and see how much damage there is. Might mean another visit, a few if the beams have taken a toll. Got a ladder I can use?" Eli couldn't meet her gaze as he spoke, instead staring at the humble shoes on her feet. WORDS: 374 TAGS: seraphita! credit to ALPHA of BACK TO NEVERLAND

[seraphita]

[atrb=align,right][atrb=style,width:320,btable][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-bottom: 1px solid #707070;] at 7:12am a first love appears

Seraphita checked the doors by moving them back and forth. They didn't make that awful creaking sound anymore, which was a relief. Turning her head towards Elijah, she smiled. "Thank you! Now you'll have to fix the roof." When he asked for a ladder, Seraphita went to the storage closet where a long ladder was laying about. It was kind of heavy, but she thought she could handle it, and she did. Holding the ladder, she handed it over to Elijah. "Okay, here you are! I hope the damage isn't extensive..." She wished she could have helped but she didn't want to get in the way of the carpenter's work.

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