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[hr][center][color=yellow][b]Race:[/b][/color] Human
[color=yellow][b]Power Level:[/b][/color] 910
[color=yellow][b]Location:[/b][/color] Central Capital (CC) - Quad C
[color=yellow][b]Tagging:[/b][/color] [@Renny][/center][hr]

     The clang of a hammer and the whine of a bolt gun joined the various sounds banging and whirring about the construction site. The Central Capital Construction Company or “Quad C” as it was normally called was working on an office building for some wealthy company. Honestly, Bolt had worked on so many projects that he didn’t even try to figure out who they were for. He was sitting seven stories up on a beam that he was currently securing to a corner facing the main street. There was a nice breeze that caressed his sweaty brow. The teenager stopped in his drilling to sit back on the beam and remove his hard hat for a minute.
 
     “Whew,” Bolt sighed. He brushed his orange bangs back with the back of his hand and closed his blue eyes. The breeze had felt so good like cool fingers gliding across his face and hair. He didn’t know why so many other workers were afraid of heights. He was certain that he was cooler up top than they were down below.
 
     Returning his yellow hard hat to his head, Bolt glanced down at the stud he was about to drill in next. He set the gun over it and pressed the trigger, but there was no response. He continued to press the trigger and then removed the gun, giving it a slap.
 
     “Right now?” Bolt grumbled on his southern twang. He growled and set the gun behind him. He turned to his right, prepared to stand and leave the beam to get a new gun when another idea entered his mind. Facing the stud, Bolt stared at it, and then he cautiously glanced to his left and right. An impish smile pulled on his lips as he started to open and close his hand. Upon closing his fist, he clenched it tightly before he raised it like a hammer over his head.
 
     “Hrrn!” he growled as he brought it down on the stud and with a [i]pang[/i] it went in. Retracting his fist, Bolt peered down at the stud and grinned triumphantly. “Still got it!” 
 
     Suddenly, the beam beneath him dipped causing his face to flash pale as his hands grasped it. He started to dip below the other beam that had made the ˥ he had been working on. His eyes nearly bulged in panic. Bolt released the beam snag the other one in his hands. His legs then locked about the beam beneath him as he strained to hold onto it. With the weight of the beam pulling down on his arms, he was starting to feel stretched thin and that hadn’t been the worse of his problems.
 
     Construction workers paused as they heard the clatter of bolts tumbling from above. Everyone stopped hammering and sawing to gaze up at the teen who was dangling from the seventh floor.
 
     “Damn! Is that Bolt Head again?” one construction worker exclaimed.
 
     “Shit! He’s about to drop the beam. That might bring this whole project down!”
 
     “Get the boss!”
 
     The men below him were shouting and screaming their anger at him. Bolt’s teeth were clinched in his struggle to not let the beam go and to keep his grip strong.
 
     “Ya’ll mind helpin’ me?!” Bolt screamed down at them.
 
     The Quad C Project Manager kicked open the door of his trailer that seemed tiny compared to the gargantuan man—or rather beast that emerged. The massive brown bear grasped the railing of his trailer’s porch and near crushed it beneath his paws when he saw what the other workers had been telling him about.
 
     “PAAAAAA~TCH!” Mr. Grizzly roared.
 
     The roar had been so loud that Bolt felt its vibrations even as high up as he was. A red tinge flushed on the teenager’s cheeks. [i]Ah guess the boss was bound to find out…[/i] Bolt mused.
 
     “YOU DROP THAT BEAM PATCH AND YOU’RE FIRED!”
 
     Bolt tensed in fright. “WHAT?”
 
     He couldn’t be fired (not again)! He needed this job. Daddy Patch would kill him. Mr. Grizzly then turned his anger on the rest of his crew.
 
     “WHAT ARE YOU STANDING AROUND FOR? GET ON THAT CRANE! GET THAT BEAM SECURED!”
 
     Construction workers started running about like mice. While Bolt continued to hang on, the beam’s direction suddenly changed. He felt it sliding between his legs as opposed to pushing down on them. Bolt’s head snapped over his shoulder only to watch in horror the weight of the beam, drawing the corner it was connected to inwards. The beam groaned as they started to bend.
 
     “Shit! Shit! Shit!” Bolt panicked. His right hand released the other beam to snag a hold of the one between his legs. His left hand pushed against its purchase, hoping to give strength to his other hand that pushing against the weight of two other beams. [i]Muh arms gonna snap![/i]
 
     [img]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjgwLmZkOTgxMi5RV0ZoWVdnaC4w/umberto.regular.png[/img] Bolt bellowed in his struggle and determination not to break.
 
     Mr. Grizzly and a few workers frozen in awe were gawking up at the scene. [i]How is he holding that up?[/i] they thought. Mr. Grizzly’s eyes then focused on the two lollygagging workers. “GO! HELP HIM OUT!”