10-23-2016, 09:36 PM
The factory during these hours was quiet, the days bustled but with loud bangs and shouts of workers and staff and at nights it was a heavy buzz of people talking, eating and washing up. Early morning like this were some of the most peaceful times here in this awful place. The washing ares were mostly clear of workers and you could rest and relax with something quiet to do.
Ronin was walking down the hallway from the washing area back towards his bed area. The male was tall, standing high at 6 foot 5' inches. He was a half breed, infected with Lycanthropy from his father's side. He still had many human features but was a wolf in many ways too. He stood more straight like a human, with a wolf's long muzzle and teeth, brown/gold eyes with a thick mane of fur and short tail. He wore a regular worker's uniform, he rough pants torn near the bottom for his feet and a sleeveless shirt.
He was still dirty with grease but they didn't get too much water to wash with here. The male was dripping but he made his way back to his barracks anyways, letting himself air dry. He wasn't too far from his own sector either, the metal work area needed water often to work and was the closest to the wash rooms. His large form and thick padded hands made him useful to the metal sector, as he could life things easily and his hands didn't get cut on all the sharp stuff. The man doubted he would ever leave it either, not until he was dead. He was caught smuggling drugs and other illegal things, something he tried to do to repay some debts he had with the leader. Now he would work off his crimes here. It wasn't all bad though....
Ronin was walking down the hallway from the washing area back towards his bed area. The male was tall, standing high at 6 foot 5' inches. He was a half breed, infected with Lycanthropy from his father's side. He still had many human features but was a wolf in many ways too. He stood more straight like a human, with a wolf's long muzzle and teeth, brown/gold eyes with a thick mane of fur and short tail. He wore a regular worker's uniform, he rough pants torn near the bottom for his feet and a sleeveless shirt.
He was still dirty with grease but they didn't get too much water to wash with here. The male was dripping but he made his way back to his barracks anyways, letting himself air dry. He wasn't too far from his own sector either, the metal work area needed water often to work and was the closest to the wash rooms. His large form and thick padded hands made him useful to the metal sector, as he could life things easily and his hands didn't get cut on all the sharp stuff. The man doubted he would ever leave it either, not until he was dead. He was caught smuggling drugs and other illegal things, something he tried to do to repay some debts he had with the leader. Now he would work off his crimes here. It wasn't all bad though....