[color=7bcdc8][center][h1]Emmitt Hubert Drake[/h1][/center][/color]

[color=7bcdc8]Emmitt[/color] [color=a2d39c]sighed in exasperation as he set the riveter down next to him a little rougher than he should have. The rivets had already been redone [i]twice[/i] at this point, and his craftsmanship wasn't getting any better. Frustration whirled around in his head for a few minutes as he began removing the rivets again. He really wasn't cut out for this sort of work. [color=7bcdc8]Emmitt [/color]looked over to see that[/color] [color=7bcdc8]Dazz [/color][color=a2d39c]was distracted by a [/color][color=7bcdc8]well-off looking little girl[/color][color=a2d39c], so at least he had some time before the next of her corrections. Taking a bit of chalk from his pocket, he measured a straight line.
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"So they're straighter than I thought, at least," [color=7bcdc8]Emmit[/color] [color=a2d39c]muttered to himself,[/color] "I can probably salvage most of them."  [color=a2d39c]As he picked up the riveter and went to his work, thoughts of home and family drifted though his mind. The smell of books and sounds of children playing wouldn't be as missed if he could actually enjoy the fresh air up here. Unfortunately, the smell of heated metal and sweat met his nose more than the smell of flowers. The riveters, welders, constant shouting and swearing weren't music to the ears either.[/color]

[color=a2d39c]Wiping his face and staring at the same rivets that he had been staring at for hours, [i]any[/i] distraction would be a welcome one.[/color]