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 Post subject: An (Unexpected) Surprise ((Mazelina))
PostPosted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 1:12 am GMT 
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After the many hours of hard work, Ilya set down his hammer and forceps and let out a long, frustrated breath. Only two of the nine orders completed, and it was already two in the afternoon. His work had been really suffering lately, and he hadn't been able to work as diligently as he had a few days ago. It seemed that his thoughts were off elsewhere, and they were having trouble thinking about his current work. Well, why wouldn't they? There was a great deal on his mind; the whole business concerning Helen, who he couldn't stop thinking about. Then, there was the offer from Mr. Kelps at the Police Department. In so little time, so much had changed, and it was tiring poor Ilya. The sweltering heat from the burning furnace only added to Ilya's feeling of exhaustion. Today's labor had been vigorous, and an obvious feeling of fatigue was causing his forearms to grow heavy. He placed his hands on the anvil to try and catch his breath. He had tons of work, and he wasn't sure if there'd be time to take a break until later that evening. His eyes stared intently into the black of the anvil, and his thoughts blanked for a moment. There was no thoughts, only feeling...

... and the bitter heat of the shop caused an unreal amount of discomfort.

He quickly abandoned his position on returning to work, and retreated into the open air.

The fresh sensation of the open air gave him instant relief. He took in a huge lung full of fresh oxygen as he stretched out his sore back and joints. It was nice have the cool air on his fur for a change, instead of experiencing the heat of his livid furnace.

The cool temperature was good on his oppressed lungs, and Ilya took a second, even larger breath. After satisfying his need for fresh air, he removed a rag from his back pocket to wipe his brow. The dirty rag passed over his forehead, and he looked up towards the sky. His mind steadily adjusted from his work to the events that had transpired a few nights ago. His cuts burned slightly as he thought back to yesterday's fight, and his cheek grew warm with comfort as he thought about Helen's kiss.

His thoughts were briskly interrupted by the commotion of a few of those new contraptions they called an automobile. He watched them pass by on the lazy street. What was all this sudden commotion about? Usually, the only mode of transportation that went down that street was a bicycle; the one the newspaper boy owned he believed. Well, he wouldn't have much time to go and investigate himself, there was much work to be done. He would just take this five minute break to catch his breath, and then head straight back into the cramped workshop. The heat was reminiscent of the days he spent in the steel factory back in Russia. Oh, those were dangerous and horrible times. Nothing like the war days, but it was awful close. There was a remarkable amount of casualties created from the vigorous effort that the factories demanded. That's why, in those days, he had insisted that Vera and Anastasia stay home. And, even though times grew tough with the raging war and the over-throwing of the Tsar, he refused to let them work. The conditions had been brutal and unforgiving, and it was no place for children or women.

He frowned as he remembered the first time he had seen a child in his factory. He had been twelve, maybe thirteen…

… crushed to death by a fallen forger.

He shook his head as he remembered the horrified looks on his parents faces as they watched the massive iron and lead structure fall on him. That event had only reaffirmed his position on never allowing his wife or child to work. He never wanted their lives to be put at risk.

Not that that would ever matter.

Damnit all.

The rag he had used to wipe his forehead was now being used to wipe a few tears that had materialized in the lower part of his eyes. This was a break, not an opportunity to be sentimental. He had to get back to work. He quickly stuffed the handkerchief back into his back pocket, and wiped his stained, calloused hands on his pants. As a few more vehicles began to pass by, he took one more breath of clean air, and leisurely made his way back into the shop. It was a beautiful day today, and he had hardly the time to enjoy it. It was a shame; he had hoped to find the time to return the shirt Miss Thresher had lent him. Or, Helen as she had been asked to be called.

It was strange; almost a week had passed since they had first met each other, and he still thought of her often. After their encounter, Ilya had been overwhelmed with many emotions, all of which left him confused and unfocused. His work suffered considerably, and his orders were backing up. He couldn't understand why he had fallen for this woman, and so quickly. Feelings of regret had also caused him to feel a considerable amount of shame. He, in his emotional confusion, had rushed things with this woman.

The next time they saw each other, he'd be sure to take things slowly. He just hoped that he'd see her soon.

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 Post subject: Re: An (Unexpected) Surprise ((Mazelina))
PostPosted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 6:15 pm GMT 
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Helen loathed the amount of traffic that had begun to clog the streets. She could barely stand to be around cars, let alone get into them. It wasn't anything to do with a war against technology,she loved many of the comforts such advancements offered, it stemmed came from a now deep-rooted fear. This didn't keep her from ever taking a vehicle some place,sometimes it would simply just be foolish to try and walk, but she avoided it as much as possible.

She didn't even like being in the family car.

Despite loathing the automobiles, Helen had some curiosity in where they were all going in such a rush- and diverted off course to spot a parade going down the streets. Cars were pulling up to get the briefest looks at the entertainment that had come to St.Louis, it appeared to be the circus- it certainly sounded like it. The sight even made her smile as she reminisced of some years ago when the family had attended one afternoon as an outing. She figured it'd been about a year before the war. Must have been- the boys had been about four and one. The war, the time that signaled the beginning of hardship for her family, Leo running off, grandparents passing- then the money pains...Helen shook such thoughts from her head. Life was as good as you wanted to make it,and dwelling on depressing matters was not how she intended to spend this afternoon. In fact, that was the exact opposite. Turning away from the colorful display she continued on her journey,carrying a simple brown paper box with her.

As Helen walked down the quieter street, she began to think how she was going to approach this impulsive decision she'd made. The woman was off to see Ilya Radomir, and the thought was as exciting as it was terrifying. Her stomach did a bit of a flip flop,and she fiddled with the dainty gold cross that always sat about her neck- though normally it was tucked beneath her blouse. They'd met all by accident, on the west side they'd been forced together by a terrible storm,and he'd walked her home- and risked his life to save hers. He was unlike any man she'd ever met, he made her feel comfortable. This was the most amazing thing about him- Helen was never comfortable around men, not since the disaster of her first experiences. There was a subdued kindness about him that fascinated and calmed her- there was a certain amount of trust she gave him easily just by what she could see from his eyes. The woman had thought often of the evening they'd spent together, especially some of the little things- like that slight rumble he had in his voice, the way he had asked to dance with her in the coffee shop. Though, his words had nearly floored her.

"You... you are very special woman. More special than any woman I had ever met... You are selfless, charming, and beautiful. And, I am very grateful for everything you've done for me tonight."

They'd shared a hug when she just had no words to say, and continued on with light talk about life.

She smiled at the thought of how that had made her heart race. For the past week, during the days her buttons were pushed by a slacking employer and demanding costumers, it made her smile. Perhaps, it had happened rather suddenly, but he hadn't discouraged her or frightened her off. Though, she was still nervous about any such relationship, she still had the mindset that she couldn't make any man happy. It was all a bit confusing; this odd joy and this feeling that it would never happen for her. Her brother Leo had had his reservations about the situation to. He'd supported and even encouraged her to try,which had given a boost to her confidence. Hopefully she was making the right decision. But now all current considerations were halted, she had nearly gotten to her destination, and wondered if it had been a wise choice to show up so unexpectedly. Their was only one way to find out-and that was to knock.

Helen quickly primped a bit,unbuttoning her grey coat, straightening out her cream blouse and dark brown, knee length skirt that began at her waist. She was happy she'd kept to the office- otherwise she'd of been covered in flour in one way or another. Helen was sure her hair was back neatly,and worried not for make-up, she never wore it in the first place.Satisfied, and sure that her cross was tucked away under her blouse, she went to the door and knocked three times. Already Helen was rehearsing exactly what she was to say, and was praying that her words didn't end up a garbled mess.

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 Post subject: Re: An (Unexpected) Surprise ((Mazelina))
PostPosted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 11:18 pm GMT 
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Before Ilya could make it all the way inside his garage, he took one last look over his shoulder and towards the crowd. He watched a small boy duck into the nearby crowd; running as if his life depended on it. A small look of curiosity caused his left brow to rise. As fast as the inquisitive feeling had come, it left, and he slowly made his way into the garage again.

"There! Stop him! Somebody!" he heard a voice frantically cry. An obvious reference to the boy who must have been running away. He shrugged, and picked up his hammer. He'd go after the young lad, and find out what was wrong. Of course, he knew that it was none of his business anyhow. He had to remind himself that helping any one child was only worth the effort if he wasn't getting tangled up in some bad end of it. He coughed as he accidentally took a long breath, the smoke from the nearby furnace burning his lungs. He threw the hammer aside, and quickly jumped out into the air, turning his back towards the garage. That smoke had felt just a bit thicker than usually.

He gave a couple more dry heaves, and took a gander over his shoulder.

To his disbelief, flames came spewing crazily from a hole in the furnace pipe. His equipment was old, but it wasn't this unreliable.

But then again, he had never taken the real initiative to get new equipment.

This was his punishment for his laziness... or perhaps it was "distraction."

Whatever it was, it didn't change the fact his garage was quickly catching fire.

He ran in a panic for the side of his home, grabbing up two of the many of pales of water he kept on the side of the house. At least he had been smart to keep the water levels in the buckets high.

'Good to see you're still thinking ahead,' he sarcastically scolded himself. He immediately began his attempt to put out the furnace fire, throwing both buckets of water in a heavy-weighted heave. If anyone had been watching him, they were mad for not helping him, and they would've seen a grown scramble about like a chicken with a broken wing; scooping up pales of water, skidding about clumsily, and almost throwing the buckets themselves directly at the raging flames.

If help was going to come, now wouldn't have been a better time.

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 Post subject: Re: An (Unexpected) Surprise ((Mazelina))
PostPosted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 10:59 am GMT 
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Some boy was in trouble from the way he called out, and Helen looked away from the door that signified so much and yet so little, in order to look towards the street. She didn’t see much of anything, whoever it was far from her reach and line of sight. Ah well, it would sort itself out.

Time ticked slowly as no one came to the door. She tried knocking again, but nothing. Maybe it was a sign she had made the wrong choice, that someone somewhere was warning that this impulsive decision had been the wrong one all along. Helen was about to turn tail and go home –when a general massive clatter occurred at the side of the garage.

“What on earth?” She mumbled- it was quite the racket- and it sounded like someone was hacking up a lung too. Concerned for herself, but unable to fight curiosity, Helen tenuously walked to look about the side of the house.

All she saw was smoke and a scrambling Ilya. Helen was frozen for a few moments. Fire was one of the most dangerous things in St.Louis,in any city! It could wipe out blocks upon blocks if left to rage. Houses were being built closer and closer to each other,as were all manner of other buildings. One house aflame and then so were the two neighbors.

“Ilya!” Helen announced her presence as he scrambled about, just so he’d be aware she was able to help. The woman wore a brave face despite the gravity of the situation, despite her intense panic. She dropped the package and discarded her coat, running over to help with the fortunate amount of water buckets left. It could be considered foolhardy in the way she scrambled into the fray. “I’ll pass them, you the douse fire!” The woman said, fighting her own voice to sound calm. Now wasn’t the time for arguments, and she have to thank the bakery for making her heft those heavy flour bags as she lifted two buckets and offered them to him. It would be a very short chain, but far more effective than the current one man army.

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 Post subject: Re: An (Unexpected) Surprise ((Mazelina))
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Ilya nodded, and took every bucket passed his way. "Is not too bad!! Should take only two buckets to put out!" With a violent sizzle and poof, the fire was slowly, but surely drenched into submission; it's head-high flames burning the air in their lungs. He quietly wiped his brow, a slight feeling of nostalgia from working the metal forges in his home country washing over him. Ash and melted tin covered the dirty, concrete floor of the garage, and the Russian let out a long, agitated groan. He turned to look over at Helen, and managed a small smile. "Those eh, pots and pans? They will take much longer than I thought.." He brushed off his shirt and looked at her with an embarrassed smile.

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