Saturday morning rays shown through the broken glass of his bedroom window, gently awaking Rick. The relaxing sound of crashing waves and seagulls cawing acted as an alarm clock, preventing him from falling back under. Rick pushed himself into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He pushed back the blankets that an omega had dropped off for him last night, bedding until his own was bought. As Rick slid his legs over the end of his bed he looked at what he would now begin to call home.
He'd no doubt chosen the worst possible canidate out of all the houses that lined the beach. It was made entirely of wood; Wood floors, wood cabinets, wood furniture, you name it and it was probably wood. The only problem was that the wood's lack of care had definately begun to show. Walls were peeling, splinters rose from the floor, and some of the cabinets had begun to rot. There was a lot of remodeling needed to be done, and the long process would start today.
Rick slid on a pair of worn sandles to protect his feet from splinters and proceeded to make himself a pot of coffee in his small kitchen. He drank it black and thought about his upcoming job on Wednesday. He'd called the guy, Archie, and told him he was in need of a job. The guy laughed and nearly hung up except for when Rick mentioned Teimhnin. There had been silence over the connection to the point where Rick thought that Archie had hung up, not believeing him. Then he heard Archie sigh and ask for his information and what he wanted. Rick gave him his name and the number of his cell, as well as saying as he wanted to be made main detective. Archie grumbled a bit here and there but did everything as Rick told him. Once everything was completed Rick told him his IOU to Ms. Teimhnin had been paid, and that he'd see him on Wednesday. Archie was no doubt shocked, but Rick hung up and hadn't heard from the man since.
Rick poured the rest of his coffee down the drain, it'd already grown cold, and went back to his bedroom to throw on some clothes. He dressed in wrangler craftsmen cut jeans and a simple grey t-shirit, exchanged the sandals for tennis shoes, threw on a baseball cap, and out he went. He stretched his muscles and cracked his back as the sun engulfed him in it's warmth. The temperatures would be high today and the traffic clogged with vehicles full of families headed to the beach. A few had already arrived, unloading grills and towels and sand toys. Rick made his way past these families, escaping the lands of Venantium. He made his way to an abandoned lot, where he found an old chevy truck sitting in a corner space. The paint was faded and the body rusted in several places. It wasn't even locked. Rick climbed his way inside, even more surprised to find the keys in the ignition. My lucky day. He thought to himself, turning the key.
Rick drove the car along the sand till he could pull up right next to his own building. The box of his truck was full of bags that read Menards and Home Depot plus a few wooden chairs and a box containing a hand crafted wood dining table. It'd been easy for Rick to purchase the items, having inherited his family's wealth. But he didn't wave around his parents' money in the faces of others, instead remained a bargain shopper. No one could tell from just a simple glance the wealth he obtained.
He hopped out of his truck and made his way to the tailgate, lowered it, and grabbed the bag full of paint and brushes and carried them inside. When he came out he propped the door open and next carried in the rest of the bags. He left the wooden chairs and tabel in the truck. He opened the windows that were still intact, adding new windows for the ones that didn't to his never ending mental list. It began to seem he'd need more than just a few short days to fix this place up. Rick sighed, shaking his head slightly with a smile still. He grabbed his newly bought stereo and plugged it in, tuning it in and turning it up. The song Gone, Gone, Gone By Phillip Phillips came on as Rick grabbed the sander and began to work, smoothing the floors.
He'd no doubt chosen the worst possible canidate out of all the houses that lined the beach. It was made entirely of wood; Wood floors, wood cabinets, wood furniture, you name it and it was probably wood. The only problem was that the wood's lack of care had definately begun to show. Walls were peeling, splinters rose from the floor, and some of the cabinets had begun to rot. There was a lot of remodeling needed to be done, and the long process would start today.
Rick slid on a pair of worn sandles to protect his feet from splinters and proceeded to make himself a pot of coffee in his small kitchen. He drank it black and thought about his upcoming job on Wednesday. He'd called the guy, Archie, and told him he was in need of a job. The guy laughed and nearly hung up except for when Rick mentioned Teimhnin. There had been silence over the connection to the point where Rick thought that Archie had hung up, not believeing him. Then he heard Archie sigh and ask for his information and what he wanted. Rick gave him his name and the number of his cell, as well as saying as he wanted to be made main detective. Archie grumbled a bit here and there but did everything as Rick told him. Once everything was completed Rick told him his IOU to Ms. Teimhnin had been paid, and that he'd see him on Wednesday. Archie was no doubt shocked, but Rick hung up and hadn't heard from the man since.
Rick poured the rest of his coffee down the drain, it'd already grown cold, and went back to his bedroom to throw on some clothes. He dressed in wrangler craftsmen cut jeans and a simple grey t-shirit, exchanged the sandals for tennis shoes, threw on a baseball cap, and out he went. He stretched his muscles and cracked his back as the sun engulfed him in it's warmth. The temperatures would be high today and the traffic clogged with vehicles full of families headed to the beach. A few had already arrived, unloading grills and towels and sand toys. Rick made his way past these families, escaping the lands of Venantium. He made his way to an abandoned lot, where he found an old chevy truck sitting in a corner space. The paint was faded and the body rusted in several places. It wasn't even locked. Rick climbed his way inside, even more surprised to find the keys in the ignition. My lucky day. He thought to himself, turning the key.
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Rick drove the car along the sand till he could pull up right next to his own building. The box of his truck was full of bags that read Menards and Home Depot plus a few wooden chairs and a box containing a hand crafted wood dining table. It'd been easy for Rick to purchase the items, having inherited his family's wealth. But he didn't wave around his parents' money in the faces of others, instead remained a bargain shopper. No one could tell from just a simple glance the wealth he obtained.
He hopped out of his truck and made his way to the tailgate, lowered it, and grabbed the bag full of paint and brushes and carried them inside. When he came out he propped the door open and next carried in the rest of the bags. He left the wooden chairs and tabel in the truck. He opened the windows that were still intact, adding new windows for the ones that didn't to his never ending mental list. It began to seem he'd need more than just a few short days to fix this place up. Rick sighed, shaking his head slightly with a smile still. He grabbed his newly bought stereo and plugged it in, tuning it in and turning it up. The song Gone, Gone, Gone By Phillip Phillips came on as Rick grabbed the sander and began to work, smoothing the floors.