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Post by Hyede on Jun 21, 2008 18:12:48 GMT -5
Thankful for the airflow, Hyede personally thanked each of the workers before returning to his labors. However even as he did so they decided to stay and watch the last chunk of iron of the day come free from the wall.
{9/10}
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Post by Hyede on Jun 21, 2008 18:12:58 GMT -5
Not one to disappoint, Hyede drove the rock face forward another foot or so until his third mass of iron was exposed and broken free. Loading the chunk into the cart, Hyede made his way back to the mining quarters for a much needed shower and a good night’s sleep.
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Post by Hyede on Jun 21, 2008 19:09:23 GMT -5
During the night Hyede’s dreams roamed from images of Masahiro to his old life on his boat which was still anchored in the islands back on earth, to even the latest events in his life here at the mine. His dreams weren’t unpleasant but he did at one point during the night wake with the distinct feeling something bad had happened somewhere.
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Post by Hyede on Jun 21, 2008 19:09:37 GMT -5
Settling back to sleep, Hyede slept peacefully for the remainder of the evening. His dreams didn’t give him any troubles, nor were there any further strange feelings.
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Post by Hyede on Jun 21, 2008 19:10:06 GMT -5
Awaking the next morning fresh and ready, Hyede went to the mess hall for the first meal of the day. Within minutes his tray was filled with generous portions of pancakes, eggs, a bowl of oatmeal and breakfast sausages along with a glass of orange juice and another glass of milk beside it.
“One thing’s for sure, they certainly do feed you well here.” He commented to himself as he dug in.
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Post by Hyede on Jun 21, 2008 19:10:17 GMT -5
Finishing breakfast, Hyede walked down to the mines to start his new work day. Arriving he saw that his rubble cart had been delivered and was ready, awaiting filling.
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Post by Hyede on Jun 21, 2008 19:10:25 GMT -5
Picking up his pickaxe, Hyede went to work on his tunnel again. The rock face moved back another five feet during the course of the morning’s labors, bringing him closer to yet another chunk of iron.
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Post by Hyede on Jun 21, 2008 19:10:33 GMT -5
Taking a quick break mid way through the morning work cycle, Hyede returned to the mining quarters and picked up a pair of water bottles as he had the previous day. By the time he returned to the rock face, one bottle was empty and the other well on it’s way.
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Post by Hyede on Jun 21, 2008 19:10:41 GMT -5
Returning to work after finishing the second bottle of water, Hyede continued to push the wall further back as cart after cart of rubble left the site.
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Post by Hyede on Jun 21, 2008 19:10:50 GMT -5
Eventually the wall move on another five feet before another clang of metal against metal was heard. Happy that he’d struck another pocket of Iron, Hyede pressed on in hope of digging it out before the lunch hour.
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Post by Hyede on Jun 21, 2008 19:10:58 GMT -5
Pounding away at the rock, Hyede eventually freed the chunk of iron from it’s mineral prison and watched as it tumbled to the floor.
{9/10}
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Post by Hyede on Jun 21, 2008 19:11:07 GMT -5
Hefting up the chunk of metal, Hyede dumped it into his product cart and then headed off to the mining quarters for lunch. The young man was indeed doing well here, he could feel his body getting stronger and thankfully so the outburst had had after the death of Mech seemed a distant memory.
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Post by Hyede on Jun 21, 2008 20:01:20 GMT -5
Heading up to the Mining Quarters, Hyede sat down for his second lunch there. Again he marveled at how well the workers were fed and chalked it up to the fact that they were in a particularly rich industry.
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Post by Hyede on Jun 21, 2008 20:01:41 GMT -5
Finishing his meal, Hyede headed back down into the mines. Along the way several of the men gave him handshakes for the excellent work he was doing, most notably the foreman was just on his way back up to the office when he took a detour to greet the young man.
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Post by Hyede on Jun 21, 2008 20:01:50 GMT -5
Exchanging pleasantries, Hyede made his way back to the rock face and returned to his work. The sound of his pickaxe rhythmically clanging against the hard stone walls resumed.
{3/10}
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