A Work In Progress... (Breeze)

[Xeniaph]

Well, hello, all. It's me. Xeni. Well, this is the first RP of my character Lavan Moroz, and I'd like to see how well he works with his new protégé, Aaron Carter. And so, the RP.

I continued to survey the workers. What a dull job. It's like sitting at an ant farm: the workers made the same technical movements over and over again, as did the machines. Sometimes, the scientists were interesting, but they were always groveling or coming onto me. It was gross. At least a few of these people had backbones. Plus, there's so few women to be seen. All big, sweaty men. Mmm...

"Sir?" I was pulled from my... Daydreams, by a fairly average supervisor with a transparent clipboard and a pair of safety goggles. I turned, and gave him a look that said, "What do you want? Don't you see that I'm busy?" He just raised an eyebrow at me. All the supervisors were like that: sarcastic, and a little pompous.

I shook my head at no one in particular, and responded, "Yes, I know. 'You must supeyrvise ze vorkers, Van. You must tell us who vhe fire, Van. Vhe need coot-backs, Van. Gosh... Vhere do I start?" He pointed towards the beginning of the conveyor belt line. I sighed. I really hate my dad.

[Breeze-Chan]

Aaron sighed as he surveyed the items passing before him on the
conveyor belt. His two brothers worked beside him. It was hot as
hell in the factory and they been at it for hours. Aaron always made
sure the three arrived early, so they would have less of a chance of
being laid off, if they started to make cutbacks on the workers. They
might not be as ripped as the other workers, but they where good
at what they did, which probably should get them some points.

"Tired already, Aar?" Marc smirked at his from the place on his right.

"You wish, brat." Aaron replied, slightly ruffling his brother's hair
before putting his undivided attention back to the items he was
suppose to be inspecting. Petri dishes for the scientists in District 6.
He had to make sure they where practically perfect.

Aaron took off a dish that had a crack in it when he felt someone
behind him, making him fidget slightly as he put the dish in the box
with all the other rejects.

[Xeniaph]

At the pace my mind was going, fat men in manual wheelchairs could lap me. This is so boring... I would think repeatedly. All there was to do was silently point to men I found unattractive on the conveyor belts, and two large, bouncer-type guys (also unattractive) would pick them up and escort them from the premises. It was actually kind of fun to watch, but it lost it's shine after a while.
I was about three-quarters through, in the Lower Districts Area, when someone drew my attention. He wasn't much more than a kid, really. Maybe he was... 15. However, he was way more attractive than anyone I'd seen all day, even some of the really muscled men in the loading docks. His body wasn't terribly defined, but enough so that he had a nice, tight body (and I say that with all possibility of being called a pedophile). His face was slim and proportionate, and his eyes held this positively sardonic, sarcastic look. I'm definitely not firing him.
The two boys next to him held a... resemblance, but only a faint one. Maybe they were brothers... Or cousins... He's too young to have sons... Right? Pretty boy started talking with the one on his right (my left), and he ruffled his hair and laughed. I smiled: he had a nice laugh. I wonder if I can give people promotions... As I went into a reverie on all of the possible implications of such a thing, I noticed something.
One conveyor belt behind, a thin, old man with greasy hair (probably from the heat, but whatever) was staring at him--and grinning lecherously. Some old dude was perving on my kid! "'Ey! You!" I yelled down from the rafters at the old man. He looked back up at me, and was frowning as if I'd interrupted him while he was in the middle of something. "You' fired! Take a 'ike!" I yelled. No way is any old guy going to think about my kid like that. He look at me as if I'd insulted him, and, truthfully, I was kind of smug at that. Everyone was looking now, and he was hissing out profanities. "And you!" I pointed down at my kid, and one of his kids nugded him to look up. "Get up 'ere."

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OOC: What'd you think of that plot twist, huh? :3

[Breeze-Chan]

Aaron felt his throat tighten. What did he do wrong? He must have
done something wrong, or else the boss's son wouldn't want to talk
to him. And Lavan Moroz was known for firing people for just being
unattractive.

He couldn't get fired! He had taken such precise measures to make
sure that didn't happen! If he got fired, what where they going to
do? They where just able to keep up with bills and could only buy
what they absolutely needed. If Aaron lost his job, they where
either going to starve or be homeless. And jobs aren't easy to come
buy in District 3, especially when you had five kids to take care of.

The security guards escorted him to where Moroz was in the rafters.
The older man was defiantly attractive, even Aaron, who had been
"in the closet" for two years now, would admit it. He glumly
squashed the thought, reminding himself that Moroz would likely be
firing him.

"Yes, sir?" Aaron forced himself to ask.

[Xeniaph]

I had to snicker a bit at his look of pure terror. I almost felt bad—but not really. My big bouncer men carried him up to the rafters, and he looked at me as if I would eat him—and not in a good way. I pursed my lips, and moved them to the side as I pondered what was going on in his mind. "Yes, sir?" He asked, trembling a bit. He isn't... Afraid of me. Is he? I sighed. "Let 'im down, boys," I said. The practically dropped him, and I twitched in want to stop him from falling. I didn't, though. "Come vith me. I need to ask you somezing," I said, looking down at him (I was a tad taller). Then, I simply turned around, and began walking back to my office here in the factory. I expected him to follow, but he might've ran away.

Hm. I couldn't really get much out of this without a little power play, so I had to cut it short.

[Breeze-Chan]

Aaron silently followed Moroz, desperately wanting to run away. He
squashed the desire. How would it look to his siblings, running from his
fears? He had to set an example to them. Even if it meant losing his
job.

He forced himself not to admire his boss's rather fine ass. Instead, he
forced himself to stare at a dot above the dark haired man's hair.

His mind was jumbled. Maybe it isn't something bad. If he was going to
be fired Moroz would just do it in front of the others. Right? Maybe he
was going to tell Aaron that he personally was going to make sure
that he could never find another job for what he did. The thought
made his stomach plummet.

[Xeniaph]

As we walkd towards my office, I saw a few workers cower and resist the urge to bow. Is that really what people think of us exectutive types? Or is it just me? I thought, beginning to worry over my public image—something I've never really done before. "Damn kid. Making me zhink about zhings," I said under my breath.
Within a few minutes, we'd reached my office. I liked it. The factory was too... Gray. Monochrome. It wasn't overly large, but large enough to fit my desk, an area for a client or visitor and I to relax, and a large bookcase. The wood I'd chosen was dark— some sort of oak. The color scheme was nice, too: some ldark shades of blue-gray, and some bleach whites. WIth the dark woods, they looked nice.
I turned to him, and motioned to a chair in front of my large desk. It was a fairly comfortable chair, but I felt like he was still nervous. I sat down in my chair, behind the desk, and spoke. "Now. Vhat is your name?"

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[Breeze-Chan]

It was a simple question, but it made his stomach tighten. "Aaron
Carter, sir." He replied, managing to make himself sound calm. He
had no idea how he did it, but he did. On the inside he was
freaking out. Sure, Moroz wasn't expected to know every single
person's name, but still. It made Aaron feel dispensable.

Aaron hated how Moroz made him feel vulnerable. Nobody ever
could make him feel like that before, not even Raven when they
where dating. He hated the feeling, being so helpless and not
being able to do anything about it. It made him feel weak; like he
wasn't capiable of caring for his family.

Maybe he wasn't capiable of caring for him. After all, he was
about to lose his job that he had worked so hard to keep and
there was nothing he could do about it. Because of this, his
family was going to suffer. It took three people to beable to full
support the family, and he, who had been the wall of his family,
the one to protect them, was about to lose the support that had
kept them so safe, the thing that kept the roof over their head.